Andrea Hearts Traveling

Ferry to Hormuz...

I arrived in Qeshm island at around 9am and the bus dropped me off in a town that was not Qeshm. Between my 25 words in farsi, hand gestures and the driver’s broken english I managed to tell them I needed to go to Qeshm, they said no problem and paid for a shared taxi to take me to the main town. In the Taxi I met Fariba, a girl doing her PhD studies in Qeshm and she told the driver where to drop me off to get a hotel.

I was dropped off in front of a tall building with a huge hotel sign, I immediately knew that it wasn’t really what I was looking for so I went to a store and got some more credit for my phone and started googleing where to go in Qeshm. Thirty minutes later I had figured out that I wanted to go to a local’s home and stay there. I immediately contacted Assad (the guesthouse owner) who told me he was fully booked but I could sleep in the living room, I had no problem with it so he sent a shared taxi to pick me up.

My favorite!!

We arrived in Shiraz under water and asked our driver to drop us off in a hotel that I had just called and asked for the rate for the dorm. We arrived to the hotel and it all started wrong, first with the guy at the front desk saying that he didn’t talk to me and he couldn’t give us the rate that I was told on the phone and then he asked for our passports and Marcos didn’t want the hotel to keep it so they started arguing, haha. We gave up on trying to argue the price down and I was mad because this guy was lying to me but since it was raining we decided to stay. I was taking a nap when Marcos figured out that we called a cell phone number and not a land line and that we should call back and see who we talked to. I dialed the phone number and it turned out that google had the owner’s cell phone as the primary business number and I told him what happened and asked us to go back to the front desk and he would clarify the rate.

In order to get to Shiraz we had 2 options, one was to take a night bus or to take a private car and make it a day tour, I had done all the math and figured out that it was going to be more time efficient and economical to take a private car/tour and stop by Persepolis on the way to Shiraz than taking the night bus and then do a day trip. Richard didn’t seem very keen on the idea of a private car so I went ahead and put my name on the list of a tour company to see if anybody would go to Shiraz on that day. Luckily, my friend Marcos came to join us in Yazd to do the day trip to Shiraz so Richard ended up joining us in the private car for $30 each.

We started the journey at 8:30am, we drove miles and miles admiring the beauty scenery of Iranian deserts and snow capped mountains. There really aren’t words to really describe the beauty of the landscape, it really just takes your breath away and no pictures or videos really capture the beauty of it.

Yazd is a small city so for one of the days we decided to book a tour to visit sites outside of the city.

Our first stop of the day was at Kharanagh, an abandoned village in the middle of the desert in Iran. I walked along the cobblestone streets of this old yet beautiful adobe-like village and got lost on the many alleys leading to the different parts of town. The best part was that there wasn’t anybody around; when we got there there were a couple of tourists but then it looked like the whole village was left to ourselves.

The beautiful island of Hormuz!

Qeshm Island!

Shiraz

Yazd to Shiraz

Day Tour around Yazd

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