Nabavi Hotel Yazd

... with 2 knockers, one round one for male visitors to use and one rod-shaped for the women. Each knocker makes a slightly different sound, allowing the husband to greet a male guest and the wife a female one. Quite an ingenious idea, but it also seemed to us like the perfect answer to a question that should never have been asked.<br><br>After giving the Silk Road's impressive knockers a once-over we headed inside to check in. Once again the guide book had kicked a goal &#8211; our room ...

... for so long in these hot, desert areas. Ancient plumbing in the form of &#8220;qanats&#8221; or underground aqueducts brought supplies of clear, cool, fresh water to both the towns and villages. We continue to amuse ourselves taking photos of the unintentionally ludicrous English translations on some of the exhibits and photos, such as &#8220;Peace be upon the one who was killed thirsty&#8221;. Perhaps it could be written more ...

... 30 evrov na noè. Pa litri kivijevega shaka in odliène veèerje tudi. Mestece ima zanimivo arhitekturo s hisami narejenimi iz blata in visokimi vetrnimi stolpi, ki delujejo kot odlièna naravna klima. Mesto ima tudi precejsno populacijo, ki se vedno veruje v zoroastrizem. Tam sva si ogledala en njihov tempelj, par hisk, nekaj prelepih mosej (mal sem jih tudi ze sit ;) ), in valda bazar (tega pa sploh). Najboljsa stvar ...

... partie (vieille de 7000 ans..) et le traditionnel quoi qu'ici modeste par la taille bordel urbain rythmé par les klaxons et les "ristouran". Il n'y a pas grand chose à dire sur ce dernier, peu amène et dont seuls quelques mosquées et un impressionnant complexe Amir Chakhmâgh dont j'eus l'accès semble-t-il exceptionnel ...

Yazd is apparently one of the oldest towns on earth (wonder why they keep saying "on earth". Are there towns on other planets which have been kept secret from us? Just one of the questions I ponder, like why people talk about someone having a smile on their face! Where else would their smile be?). Anyhow, I digress. Lunch in this wonderful historic city with its sun-dried mud brick buildings, replete with its intriguing badgirs ...

... reservoir, but some local culture held a greater fascination for me. I had long trousers, and unfortunately they did not have the zip-on/zip-off lower legs, so my initial desire for a whallow in the muddy mix had to be dismissed. David also took a great interest and was keen to unzip and get stuck in. I encouraged this behaviour and sought the man's consent. Granted. Even without any English passing hands it was easy to convey our ...

... atmosphere, met some lovely people, played a lot of cards and ate a lot of food. Wandered through the charming old city of Yazd down winding lanes, past small dwellings and wind towers made of adobe - sand, clay, water and straw/dung. Yazd's heritage as a centre of Zoroastrianism is also important. It was the ...

... school yards, empty markets stalls, a haphazard line looping and crossing through this seamless fabric of cumulative human lives. Alexander the Great was here? I have no doubt that he and his army would have fit right in. <br><br>Following the enthusiastic recommendation of the Iranian-American man whom I met in front of the Grand Bazaar in Esfahan, I made my way to the Yazd Traditional Cookie shop looking for its famous sweets. Cookies these sweets are not, let me assure you. They ...

... banned in public places. As I listened to the cheesy lyrics, the falsetto crooning and the synthesizer melodies while looking out toward the aridity of the desert hills, I realized that kitschy-ness is Modern Talking's appeal. I grew to accept the omnipresence of Modern Talking throughout my travels in Iran, but it is an ill-fit with Zoroastrianism and Chak Chak for sure.<br><br>Chak Chak is actually the a natural spring situated ...

It was another bright desert day when I said goodbye to everyone and headed for Yazd. I got off the bus by a roundabout in Na'in along with a young man who didn't speak a word of English. I was going to Yazd, that much he knew. So the two of us grabbed our packs and walked to the other side of the roundabout to wait for the bus to Yazd. The vast desert was all around us. Soon, the bus arrived and we climbed on. At some point the young man got off ...