We stayed 4
days in Shiraz and were overwhelmed by the hospitality of two Shirazi families.
Family Rasoulian (the family of Sara, the girlfriend of Mathias a couchsurfing
guest we met a couple of months ago) welcomed us on the airport in the middle
of the night/early morning and organized transport for our bikes and luggage to
their home where we could stay in the bedroom of Mohammed (son).
In the
coming two days there is a lot to organize and we got the full support from Ali
(father) and Mohammed to make our arrangements: SIM card, SIM card credit, bank
card and money exchange, as well as gas bulbs. Unfortunately, various attempts
to get my iphone registered (a new law in Iran to prevent illegal import of smartphones)
are fruitless and also several other connections in Iran, as well as the
officials on the airport, can’t tell us what to do. Friends tell us that the
law is in effect but that the procedures still don’t work. Unfortunately, for
me the consequence is that after 1 month my iphone will get blocked and the
only possible solution seems to be to buy another smartphone ☹. After I receive the SIM card, which also
caused some trouble, I manage to let the whole credit on the card disappear
within 30 seconds, by calling my parents, so Mohammed kindly organizes me a new
credit and patiently explains to me that regular phone calls into The
Netherlands are probably not a good idea and very costly, but instead I should
use Whatsapp.
In the
meantime we visit various sights of interest in Shiraz, while Sara’s mother
(Ferry) and later Mrs. Zahedi, prepares us delicious meals typical for Shiraz or Iran. Then it is time to go and Ali and Mohamed
accompany us in the car while we are riding our bikes through the
not-so-crazy-as-expected-traffic to our new hosting family Mr and Mrs Zahedi.
Actually, the traffic is not much worse than in Napels, but this may be thanks
to the fact that it is Friday. We say farewell to the Rasoulian family and to
my surprise Mohammed kisses me three times on the cheeks. I didn’t expect this,
as men and women that are not related are not expected to touch each other,
especially not in public. Also Martin is kissed three times 😊.
Mr Asad
Zahedi accompanies us to a nearby park, where Iranian families are picnicking. He
also borrows us his bus card, so we can conveniently use the bus. By the way,
in city buses men and women are expected to travel in different compartments,
women in the back.
While with
the Zahedi family it strikes us that Mrs Zahedi stays in the kitchen and
she does not join us and Mr. Asad Asedi during the meals. But she does want her
share of the fun and Mr Asad Asedi crossfires us with questions coming from
Mrs. Asedi in the kitchen.
Below a
couple of pictures taken in Shiraz.
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| Buying a SIM card. In Iran people still put effort in repairing iPhones. |
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| Lunch with the Rasoulian family (picture taken by Mohammed) |
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| Kalampulu, saffron rice with tiny meat balls |
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| Tadigh, the crust of the rice at the bottom of the pan, is a delicatesse in Iran |
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| Three types of typical Iranian flatbread. This bread is eaten with any meal. At breakfast it gets accompanied with honey, jam, nuts, dates,... Another variation of a breakfast is a thick soup of vegetables and beans, called 'ash'. Particularly for 'ash' my stomach was really grateful. |
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| Mr Ali Rasoulian trying Swiss and Dutch cheese (paneer) |
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| Eating faloodeh, the ice cream specialty of Shiraz. It is a kind of vermicelli mixed with sorbet ice, in our case with orange taste. |
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| Street food: Small sour prunes with some salt |
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| Visiting the tomb of Hafez. The tomb is located in a small garden. Hafez is a famous Shirazi poet, who wrote lyrical poems about love and the beloved. |
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