FIVE ‘STANS, IRAN and GULF STATES TOUR – OCTOBER
and NOVEMBER 2007
My mother and
step-father had been posted to Iran
in the early 1970's and I had worked in Saudi Arabia in the 1980's and
1990’s so I had a desire to more fully explore the countries of the
region. In the fall of 2006, I took a
cruise down the west coast of Africa and on that cruise I met a couple from Poway , CA that own Advantage
Travel and Tours . They added me to their mailing list and when
I received their newsletter in early 2007 I saw that they offered a tour of the
Five ‘Stans and Iran
in the spring and the fall of 2007. They
also offered a tour of Saudi Arabia
and one of the Gulf States .
I waited until they had completed the
spring trip to see if they were able to successfully tour Iran without
trouble. I called and reserved a spot on
the fall tour and asked if I could follow the tour with the Gulf States
Tour. They asked me if I would like to
share a room with one of their clients who I had met on the Africa
cruise. This saved me the single
supplement. They also arranged for me to
join a couple from their Saudi Arabia
tour to tour the Gulf States . This journal documents my observations and
thoughts on a tour of Central Asia, Iran
and the Gulf States .
Map of the
tour route:
Oct 17 (Wed) Depart U.S.
At 10:45AM I was picked up at my house by the same driver that had
picked Judy and I up on our China
flight in July. He is Burmese and we had
a great discussion about the current events in his former country. The check-in and wait for the flight went
OK. My seat in coach was a middle aisle
with the two middle seats empty. I was
not in discomfort and was able to read and sleep on the ten and one half hour
flight to Frankfurt .
Oct 18 (Thu) Frankfurt
The plane arrived in Frankfurt on
time at 10:30AM. The Frankfurt
terminals are under restoration and the Lounge near my gate was closed so I had
to take a train to another terminal and much to my surprise I didn’t have to go
through a security checkpoint like last year.
I had a three-hour layover. The
lounge was crowded and the internet was not free so after a bit to eat I took
the train back to my departure terminal.
The flight to Almaty was not full; again I was in a middle aisle
seat with an empty seat on my right.
Across the aisle was Dr. Jerry Ray Willis, a “good old boy”,
Chiropractor, from Wytheville , Virginia ,
who would be my roommate for the Five Stans and Iran trip. I vaguely remember meeting him on the African
cruise the previous year. We were the
only members of the group that were not flying in a day in advance so after
introducing ourselves we sat back to sleep.
The flight first landed in Astana, the capital of Kazakhstan , and
offloaded most of the passengers. We
remained on the plane and stretched out to sleep. After we were airborne again I engaged in a conversation
with the couple at the end of my row.
They were from Washington ,
DC and were on their way to
Almaty to adopt a baby boy. They both
worked and had been married just one year and wanted to start a family right
away. Their research had convinced them that
Kazakhstan
had the best process for adopting a baby.
Apparently they will have several to choose from and can obtain health
records and have a Doctor of their choice check out the baby before they adopt
it.
We arrived just before midnight in Almaty and were met by a
driver that drove us to the Hotel Otrar, Gogol 73, 050002, Almaty, in a right-hand-drive van although the streets are set up like Europe . The driver told us a few second-hand vehicles
are imported from Japan
and their steering wheels are not converted.
Almost all of the other cars we saw had a left-hand drive. There was a mix of European, Korean and
Japanese cars on the road and no American cars.
Oct 19 (Fri) Almaty, Kazakstan
When we arrived at the hotel there was a note at the desk
informing us that tours would start at 9AM.
I was unable to find an outlet next to bed so I had to string an
extension cord across the room for my Sleep Apnea Machine. I set the alarm on my Treo for 6:30 and fell
into a deep sleep. We started the routine
where Jerry Ray showered and shaved first and then went to the hotel lobby to
handwrite his journal while and showered and shaved before joining him for
breakfast.
Breakfast was in a large room shaped like a yurt (the local nomad
tents) it had beautiful murals on the
walls. When Jerry Ray and I walled in
Bob and Cathy recognized us and introduced us to the group. All are seasoned travelers.
Bob and Cathy own Advantage Tours.
It is a two-person agency. Cathy
is the President, a Chinese Vietnamese who met Bob when he was stationed with
the US Navy in Saigon in 1972 and then corresponded with him when she attended
college in Vancouver . They married in 1975. Bob graduated from the Naval
Academy in 1969 and spent 20 years in
the US Navy specializing in Asia . During his last tour in San
Diego , Cathy started in the tour business taking tours to China when it
first opened tourism. With Bob’s travels
in the military and Cathy’s knowledge of arranging tours, they formed the
company to arrange travel to exotic destinations. I met them on my Africa Holland America Cruise
last year.
I recognized Ed and Gloria from last year’s Holland
America cruise to Africa . They are a
couple from Tulsa , Oklahoma who took early retirement at age 50
and have been traveling for 15 years.
They spent years without a fixed home touring the US, Canada, Mexico,
Europe, Australia, and South America in motor homes. She writes travel articles for RV and Travel
Magazines and they have co-authored books on the Rocky Mountain
passes.
“IQ” and Maggie are an Arab couple from Los Altos Hills , CA . IG is a Jordanian who attended the University
of California-Berkley in the 1960s and stayed working as an Electrical
Engineer. Eventually, he started his own
company to test microchips and has recently sold it and travels extensively. Maggie is from a south Lebanese Catholic
family that immigrated to Egypt . She was born in Egypt
and came to the US when an
older sister married an American who encouraged her brother to attend
university in the US . Her brother contracted cancer and her mother
came to the US
to help him before he died. Maggie
joined her mother and graduated from USC.
She taught French in Palos Verdes and then Arabic in the Military Language
School in Monterey , California .
Mary Jane and Louise are a couple of old friends from Bethesda , MD ,
who travel together. Mary Jane has a 90
year-old husband who uses a walker and not lives in Florida .
Louise is 80 and has traveled all over the world on Earth Watch
projects.
At 9AM we met our guide, Shamil
and started our tour of Almaty by walking across the street to Panfilov Park . In the middle of the park is a large church
constructed entirely of wood (not even a nail).
The building was very impressive and the inside very colorful.
Shamil lead us through the park which had a number of Russian
monuments and statues. We boarded a bus
to drive to the Fine Arts Museum which didn’t allow photos. After a tour of the museum, we drove to the
downtown area where we stopped to take photos of the Central Blue Domed
Mosque. The next stop was the Central State
Museum which displayed the history of Kazakhstan on
multiple floors. No cameras were
allowed. It was an impressive museum.
Back on the bus we drove south out of the city into the mountains for
lunch. The driver had a little trouble
finding the restaurant at the winter
park resort and we took some interesting drives up
dirt roads and after getting directions from a local we arrived in the parking
lot of a large “party hall” building with no activity around it. Shamil directed us up to an area with a group
of yurts (the name of the local nomad’s tents).
Inside one of the tents was a table set for us and we had a big lunch of
salad, roasted horsemeat, boiled mutton on a bed of pasta and steamed
dumplings. Bob produced a bottle of
vodka for a toast to the beginning of the trip.
Shamil gave us each a felt hat worn by the natives and we had group
pictures taken in them. Shamil gave us a
little of his background. He is from the
Kyrgyz Republic
(Kyrgyzstan )
and will be with us for several days.
When we returned to the bus Shamil briefed us on the scenery. Our lunch overlooked the Medeu Russian
Olympic Ice Skating Training Arena, and above what appeared to be a reservoir
was actually a dam to prevent avalanches, rock slides and floods from descending
down the Malaya Almatinka valley to the city.
We drove down to the Arena and walked up to the
ice rink where couples were skating – some good some beginners. Shamil told us that 122 world records
are held at this skating rink and the stands hold 10,000 fans. As we descended back to the bus I noticed a
number of wedding parties below with White Stretched Limousines. The couples were having their wedding photos
taken with the Ice Area in the background.
From the Area we drove up to the dam which is 6,000 ft above sea level)
we discovered that the Chimbulak Ski Resort behind it and more wedding parties
having their pictures taken.
Back in the city we stopped at the Kazakhstan Museum of Arts
which had the paintings of artists banned during the Soviet period. I enjoyed the sculptures. In the lobby of the museum, we listen to a
boy’s choir. From the museum, I walked up
the hill to Resublika Alanghy, with its monuments and the “Monument to Independence ”. Around the monuments were the white limousines
and wedding couples having their pictures taken. Many of the couples were the same ones I saw
at the rink. Shamil told us that the custom in this region (the ‘Stans) is to
get married on Thursday, Friday or Saturday and have your picture taken by the
monuments of the city.
Dinner was in the hotel in a room next to the large room I had
breakfast in, that room had a large party including belly dancers which I observed
in a hallway next to our table wanting to perform at the party. I ate at a table with Lou and Mary Jane. Jerry Ray sat at a table with IQ, Maggie, Bob
and Cathy. After eating the ladies left
along with IQ and Maggie. I joined Jerry
Ray, Bob and Cathy and was immediately asked if I believed that Israel should
be a nation recognized by the world. It
turns out that I missed a heated discussion on the Palestinian problem that
they had had with IQ and Maggie. They
are very anti-Israeli, the US
and the West attitude towards Palestinians.
Once I was “accepted” by Jerry Ray, Bob and Cathy as a Republican with
views similar as theirs I was invited to join them across the street for a
local beer. We had a nice time getting
to know each other better and we discovered that we were sitting outside a
local night club where the belly dancers were practicing before going in to do
their dance.
Oct 20 (Sat) Almaty—Bishkek , Kyrgyzstan
We checked out of the hotel and loaded the bus with our
luggage. During that procedure, the driver broke the passenger door handle which meant that until it was repaired
they had to use a screwdriver to open the door at every stop. We were a half-hour late starting out and the
traffic in the city clogged our route so it took an hour before we fully exited
the city on our way to Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan along the foot of the mountains
that form the border between the countries of Kazakhstan and Kyrgyzstan.
As we drive I saw fields of wheat, barley, corn, and some
cabbages. There were also a number of
monuments along the road – Shamil told us those are the local leaders who are
honored for protecting their areas. He
also told us about walnuts. They are
native to Kazakhstan , and
were discovered by Alexander the Great when he took his warriors through Central Asia and some of the men became ill. He sent for the local doctor and told him
that he had two days to make the men well or else he would be killed. The doctor brewed some tea from the walnut
leaves, he cooked some of the shells and made broth from them, and he gave them
some of the meats to eat. The men got
better, Alexander liked the taste of all and took some of the nuts back to Greece with
him. And now, Greece
claims to be home of the walnut – but it really came from Kazakhstan ! Good story!
In the open fields, I saw
cows and sheep, some horses. We passed
many country cemeteries some with very fancy headstones or tombs. Shamil told us that the early people of this
area were all nomads and because they never had a real home, moving constantly
and living in yurts they wanted to have a "fancy" or beautiful place
for eternity. That conflicts with the
Islamic belief of very plain gravesites.
Muslims believe that only fresh-clay bricks should be used so that over
a period of time the marker will fade into the ground, just as their bodies
will. But many Muslims today also build
the elaborate baked-brick edifices for their tombs.
At one point where a monument and a cemetery were together
we stopped for a photo op. As the
photographers took photos, a man walked from a nearby house and talked to
Shamil – telling him that he was the 7th generation from the hero on the horse
monument.
The road did have a form of “truck stops” and we stopped at
a restaurant complex for a bathroom and snacks stop.
We arrived at the border crossing, at a small town called
Korday. I walked to the Kazakh
immigration window and got stamped out of the country and then walked across
the bridge on the River Shue, which divides the countries of Kazakhstan and Kyrgyzstan at this point.
Shamil took all our
passports and entered the Kyrgyzstan
(Kyrgyz Republic ) immigration room. Just as we'd arrived at the border the sun
had come out and it was quite warm. So I
enjoyed waiting for him and watching the people who'd been to Bishkek for the
day to shop and carrying their goods back to the more-expensive Almaty side of
the border.
Once we were all in Kyrgyzstan we stopped for some snacks as
the day had gone past lunchtime, and then while driving into Bishkek Shamil
gave us some information about his country.
Some 90% of the country is mountains. The highest point is Mount Victory
which is 7,439 meters. There are two
other over-seven thousand meters high.
Five million people live in the small country, which is one-third as
many as what is in Kazakhstan . The country occupies the central part of Central Asia . Kyrgyzstan has
a minimum wage, too – but it is $150/month.
Quite a difference and it shows in the prices for goods, especially
food. Gold mining is a major income for
the country, but they have no oil. They
buy fibers from China
and make textiles, and several service companies do repair work.
The early-day nomads lived in the mountains and the valleys
and today 80% of the people live in two valleys of the country (the Shu River Valley and the Naryn
River Valley ,
on the other side of the Fergana
mountain range). Many of them are in the
Lake Issyk-Kol area. The country began from the 40 tribes of the region and
they are represented in the country's flag which has 40 spokes coming from a
sun. Shamil told us to pronounce the
country: kur-ges republic or kur-ges- stan.
Bishkek has about one million people, is the capital of the
country and is 30 kms from the border.
There are 28 universities in the city, including the American University
of Central Asia .
When we reached Bishkek we stopped for lunch at the Captain
Nemo restaurant before checking into the hotel.
Lunch was a salad of cucumbers and tomatoes, a bowl of chicken noodle
soup, then a plate with rice, french fries and a crepe of a thin bit of lamb
wrapped around cheese and mushrooms, dipped in egg and flour and fried, then
tea.
First tourist stop in the city was the Ala-Too Square,
where we watched the changing of the guard at the historical “checkpoint” at
the former Lenin square in front of the STATE HISTORICAL MUSEUM. Next we visited the museum. It displayed yurts, a mummy, carpets,
embroidery and open-air balbals (Turkic totem-like gravestones). The highlight is the mural-cum-shrine to Lenin
and the Revolution upstairs. Former US president
Reagan is immortalized wearing a skull, astride a missile and grinning
wildly. Nazi Germany is depicted as a
rampaging bear, while Mother Russia is a beautiful woman clutching a white
dove. Few displayed had English plaques
and lighting is minimal.
Next stop was a tour of the opera house. My roommate, Jerry Ray, is an opera fan and
he bought tickets for the evening’s performance.
We checked into the GOLDEN DRAGON HOTEL at about 5:30. Our room was large, with, extra chairs, safe,
ironing board and iron, big desk, big TV, coffee pot and mini bar, but even
though the hotel is new and claims to be 5 stars they have no mattress on the
box springs. I slept on top of the comforter
to get a little cushion. (So it is not
just the Chinese that don't know how to configure a hotel bed. Shortly after check-in, Jerry Ray headed off
to the Aida opera and I went to dinner at the Arzu Restaurant. After dinner, I attempted to access the
internet without success. The hotel
staff told me that they have not been able to configure Windows Vista to work
with their LAN server.
Oct 21 (Sun) Bishkek
Jerry Ray and I have worked out a schedule where he raises
first to shower, shave and get dressed.
I then take my shower while he goes down to the lobby and writes his
journal. I then join him and we have
breakfast together. The hotel breakfast
included a mix of European and Asian food.
At 8:00 AM we left for the day’s tour of Lake Issy-kul, a
popular resort area lined with hot springs, around 140km east of Bishkek. The lake is 5,250 ft above sea level,
measuring 105 miles long and 43 miles wide, Lake
Issy-kul is the second largest alpine
lake in the world after Lake .
As we headed out of the city, Shamil gave us some info about
the city of Bishkek . Nice location one-bedroom flats sell for
about $30K, lesser areas sell for about $20K.
The city now has quite a number of Chinese immigrants since the China border is
300 miles to the east.
The road was rough and there were few villages along the
way. We went through some police checkpoints, made
some bathroom stops at very decrepit, dirty bathroom stops and it rained all
morning as we drove to the lake through the 40 km-long Chong-Kemin Valley with
rocky hills on the sides. The valley is
famous locally as the birthplace of deposed president Akaev.
We drove by a old
Russian Air Force Base, with a missile mounted on a base out next to the road;
Shamil told us the base is now used by the CIS, which is the association of the
old Soviet republics and stands for "Commonwealth of Independent States."
In some places along
this route east, we were parallel to, or actually back into, Kazakhstan . At one point the road crossed a river which
is the dividing point between the countries.
At the little town of Tok Mak, best known for their Sunday
animal bazaar (which I didn't see), we made a turn to head off the main road at
this place and headed to an old settlement, the 10th-century Karakhanid ruins,
but now referred to as the Burana Tower, an 11th-century monument that looks
like the stump of a huge minaret. A
mound to the northwest is all that's left of the ancient citadel of Balasagun,
founded by Sogdians and later, in the 11th century, the capital of the
Karakhanids, which was excavated in the 1970s by Russian archaeologists. On the other side of the citadel mound is an
interesting collection of 6th- to 10th-century balbals (Turkic totem-like stone
markers).
It was still a light rain and the road from the parking area
was a little muddy. We first stopped at
a small museum which contained 11th- century Christian carvings, Buddhist
remains, and Chinese coins, as well as info on local literary hero Haji
Balasagun and his masterwork, the Kutudhu Bilik. Next door are the foundations of several
mausoleums."
Leaving the museum the rain had stopped and the group hiked to the top of the hill to look down into
the excavated mausoleum openings and see a few walls. On the way down the muddy hill, I slipped and
fell on my back with my head taking a good bounce. I did not lose consciousness but had a
headache for quite a while. My backside
was covered by mud and as Jerry Ray, Bob and Shamil climbed the tower, I
returned to the van and the driver helped me wash the mud off.
When we drove back to the highway toward the lake, we
encountered snowflakes, floating down.
All along our drive to the lake we enjoyed seeing cows, horses and
sheep, a few times up close and personal as cows or sheep crossed the road
right in front of the van. By and large
the valleys we drove through were barren; we could tell there should be
mountains around us but they were covered by clouds all day, and we had a
stream alongside us for a while.
We drove through the Shoestring Gorge (Boomskoe ushchelie)
which is 40-km long and landslide-prone, also slightly sinister. A howling wind blew up in it most of the time,
and we did have a good tailwind. We saw
a monument honoring the 1916 Soviet uprising in the valley. We stopped for lunch at a poor restaurant
along the way, where we could order what we wanted. I ordered Russian borscht.
After lunch the snow stopped as we approach the town of Balykchy , where we had
another checkpoint (looking for drugs and we had to pay an "eco-tax"
to enter the Biosphere area around the lake).
Shamil told us that the town's name means "fisherman" and has
a population of about 300,000. A short
drive later we were at the lake and the sun came out. The lake’s name means “warm lake” which is
the result of extreme depth, thermal activity, and mild salinity. This ensures the lake never freezes and has
a moderating effect on the climate, plus abundant rainfall which makes it
something of an oasis through the centuries.
After tsarist military officers and explorers put the lake
on Russian maps, immigrants flooded in to find low-rise, laid-back, rough and
ready towns. Health spas lined it shores
in Soviet days, with guests from all over the USSR ,
but spa tourism crashed along with the Soviet Union ,
only reviving in the last few years thanks to an influx of moneyed Kazakh
tourists. The lake was used by the
Soviet navy to test high-precision torpedoes, far from prying Western
eyes. An entire polygon or
military-research complex grew up around Koy-Sary, on the Mikhaylovka inlet
near Karakol. In 1991 Russian President
Boris Yeltsin asked that it be continued but Kyrgyz President Askar Akaev shut
down the whole thing, ordering it to be converted to peaceful pursuits.
We turned north of the lake to an area of ancient petroglyphs,
some dating from 1500BC, and a group from 8th century BC to 1st
century AD. This was the extent of our
drive east. On the way back we stopped
at a beach and a cemetery for photo ops.
We had a refueling stop and also stopped at a roadside fruit stand to
purchase some fresh fruit.
It was 7:30 PM when we arrived back in the city stopping the
Monarch restaurant. The meal was the
typical salad of tomatoes and cucumber in vinegar and oil, then a soup (this
time cream of mushroom with clams in it) and some minced lamb on a skewer with
gravy over it and some rice, then a scoop of ice cream with fruit for dessert
and green tea. I enjoyed the rice, the
fruit, and tea.
We were back at the hotel about 9:30, and I headed out to an
internet café to learn that the Red Sox had won the sixth game of the American
League Series, over the Cleveland Indians, so a seventh game is necessary. I was able to send out an email.
Oct 22 (Mon) Bishkek—Tashkent ,
Uzbekistan
I was able to sleep late and not check out until 11:00
AM. After checkout we set out to tour
Bishkek. First stop was the Manas Square where
we saw this hero's statue, with his great saber flared out behind him. Manas is the country's national "George
Washington" and revered for his writings.
He wrote about the country's history and its culture. His advisor, a man, is remembered by a statue
on his left; his wife is represented by the statue on his right. The building behind the Manas statue is a
symphony hall, and the busts placed on pedestals in the garden areas are of
those who retold Manas' stories.
Next, I walked along and through Oak Park
square – by the American University of Central Asia ,
which was opened by Hillary Clinton, while Bill was president. Then by a building from 1953 that is used for
the country's Parliament. Then on to Victory Square – a
famous landmark for the city of Bishkek . I saw wedding parties there – of course! The monument in the center of the square is
to honor the locals who fought in the great World War (II). The granite sculptures were built in 1983 on
an old green- market site.
Lunch was at the Condor Restaurant. It was the best meal I'd had yet. It began with a series of salads, served
family-style: carrots grated with corn and a mayo dressing, some lettuce,
tomatoes, marinated meat, a chicken salad with grated cheese on top and
containing green peas and corn; then a vegetable beef soup, followed by a plate
of chicken stroganoff, rice, and steamed veggies. Dessert was a fresh fruit compote and green
tea for the last course – all very good.
After lunch we drove to the downtown area where we walked to
the post office where many of the group bought stamps and to mail postcards. Then we walked to the department store SAM,
where we could shop for souvenirs. It
had multiple floors full of electronics, clothes and souvenir type items. It was crowed so after exploring all the
floors I sat outside to watch the people.
Then it was time to
head to the airport. We went by an
American Air Force Base, now called GANSI, in honor of one of the 9-11 New York tragedy – Gansi
was a firefighter who gave his life there.
The Air Force Base shares the runway with Manas International
Airport and the ramp
outside the terminal had a number of KC-135s and C-17s.
Our plane was a TU-154G; we flew on Uzbekistan Airways. It was Russian-built and not a pleasant ride
since my seat was broken. We were served
a supper of a sausage, a dried-up small zucchini, a small serving of a
strange-tasting cream cheese and a hard roll.
It was only a one-hour flight, and we changed time zones, going west far
enough to move one hour back. We landed
at Tashkent , Uzbekistan ; walked to buses that
took us to the terminal, went through immigration, got our luggage then qued up
to go through customs. The lines were
very long and I got in the first one I came to which was shorter than the
others. It turned out I was in the Uzbekistan
citizen line but they processed me anyway so I was the first of our group to
exit the terminal.
I found a young man with an “Advantage” sign and with him
our Uzbekistan
guide named Bahkram. He told our group
to call him “Bek”. We found our bus in
the parking lot with our driver named Urenbi (ur-en-bye) and we are to call him
"Bye." On the way into the
city, Bek gave us some general information: Tashkent has a population of 3 million; it is
3000 square kilometers. The country has
447,400 sq km and is just bigger than the country of Sweden . The climate in the area around Tashkent is like Arizona
with highs as much as 136oF and lows of about 25oF.
We drove directly to the Radisson Hotel, north of the city.
Oct 23 (Tue) Tashkent
With the one hour time change, I would have liked to have
slept a little longer. I had an
excellent breakfast and started the tour at 9AM.
We went just a few blocks to our first stop, to take photos
of the Amir Timur Museum
which was built in 1996, then walked across the street and into a park of the
same name and to see a statue of Timur.
Timur lived from 1336 to 1405 and was the grandfather of many famous
Uzbek leaders.
Next we drove over to the Navoid opera and ballet hall,
built from 1939-1947 with one of the first fountains in the city, placed in
front of the entrance. The center of the
fountain has a sculpture of a cotton ball.
The music hall was built by Japanese people who were brought here during
the time of Stalin, and then forced into working on projects such as this when
they did something to displease officials.
Over 1500 of these people were eventually executed by Stalin. The first performance was done in 1939 and is
has 1410 seats; operas are offered in Uzbek, Russian and Italian.
Our next stop was the Museum of Applied Arts
in an old orphanage building for Jewish children. About 80 children were housed here. The Uzbek man who built the house spent one
year building it and five years having all the artwork done on and in it. The building was renovated in the 1990s. The Museum had displays of Embroidery,
ceramics, and paintings
As we left the museum, driving along a street with some nice
houses; Bek told us houses can go for as much as US$10 million. There are some very well-to-do people in Tashkent .
It was now time for lunch and we stopped at the Shumbola
Restaurant. We ordered from the menu and
I had a delicious meal.
After lunch we drove to the “Old Town ”
section of the city and stopped at an Islamic Center where they had displayed
of old Korans. Following the Islamic
Center we stopped for a photo-op at a statue honoring the survivors of the 1966
8.0 earthquake. The USSR reported
only 14 deaths but it is now known that over 2,000 people died and over 3,000
people were displaced.
We drove over the Anhar
River , which separates the Old Town
from the new part of the city, went by Independence
Park with its eternal flame, fountain
and the Senate House, by the Romanov House and to the History Museum . It was a typical history place – not that
interesting. Across the street, we walked
to a nearby subway station to see the fancy interior. There were chandeliers and the place was
immaculate. (No photos were allowed)
At
6PM we attended the performance of the opera Lucia di Lammermoor, from the
Scottish work "Lammermoor". It
was sung in Italian, set in Scotland
and the storyline was: During the time of James II, the king decided that his
sister Lucia should marry his rival Ravenswood to solidify the empire. She had fallen in love with another man (not
royalty) named Eduardo, then she heard that he didn't want her so she went
ahead with the wedding to Ravenswood.
Eduardo showed up at the wedding and said he did want her, so she killed
Ravenswood on their wedding night bed, went mad and then killed herself. When Eduardo learned that he killed himself,
too.
After
the opera we had a late dinner at the Afrosiyab,a shish kaboba restaurant with a piano player that played my type of music. I guess when he
saw the age of our group he knew what to play.
I was
able to stop at an Internet Café near the Hotel and was able to check my mail
and the news. The freighting news is
that Bob and Cathy live on a four acre home in Poway , CA . The last update they were able to get
indicated that the fire is a mile and a half from their house. I read in the LA Times (which I get on line)
that many buildings in the Poway area have been evacuated and that the Malibu fire is burning away from Topanga Canyon
so Woodland Hills is not in danger.
Jerry
Ray skipped dinner because he stayed up late the last three nights reading and
writing his journal (he is also a scotch lover) and I think we both are coming
down with colds.
Oct 24 (Wed) Tashkent —Penjikent ,
Tajikistan —Samarkand , Uzbekistan
We checked out of the hotel early and started out at 7:30AM
for the drive to Samarkand with a detour to Penjikent , Tajikistan
on the way. Bek gave us more info about Tashkent and Uzbekistan . The world's 9th highest communications tower
is near the city center. It has
restaurants in the central part. The
city is 460 meters elevation, flat and the greenest city in Uzbekistan . The country is 88% Muslim. The minimum wage is less than US$12 per month.
The road was well paved, with cotton fields just after we
left the city, and later wheat, corn, non-tropical fruit trees, grapes,
sunflowers. I saw stork’s nests and few
storks feeding in the grain fields. Also
saw melons and pumpkins in one area.
Other places I saw cabbages, potatoes and onions in large farms. On a small farm I spotted several men out pulling
up carrots.
There is a little friction between the governments of Uzbekistan and Kazakhstan
and the highway to Samarkand passes though Kazakhstan and
the border was closed so we had to take a side road that went from Sirdaryo to
Guliston, then back to the main road. (adding
40 minutes to the drive). Along the
detour there were not any rest stops so we just stopped along the road by a
cotton field. Bek told us that UZ is the
oldest country in the world to raise cotton and is 7th in production. Shortly after that cotton field we entered a
desert area and passed through "The Gates of Timur," where many
Uzbeks lost their lives.
About 1 PM. we reached the Tajikistan border, did more
paperwork, went through immigration and customs, and then met our guide on the
other side. It took us 1 ½ hours to get
through all the formalities there.
Needless to say we were really hungry by the time we arrived in
Panjikent, which was only about 15 minutes from the border crossing. Our guide Niyozkul (pronounced neu-school)
had prepared lunch for us at his home which he advertizes as a “Bed and
Breakfast”. Unfortunately the toilet was
under repair and we had to use an ancient out house.
Niyozkul gave us information about his country: 93% of the
country is mountainous; the highest mountains are about 7,000 meters, and the
lowest point in the country is about 3,000 meters. Seven million people live in Tajikistan and
70% of them are Tajiks. The population
of Panjikent is about 40,000. The city
was considered an important crossroad of the old Silk Road ,
it was a favorite of Alexander the Great and impressed Ghengis Khan. Many of the surviving attractions date from
the time of the 14th-century tyrant, Tamerlane (Timur). The surrounding areas
though have taken on a less flattering Central Asian sprawl. The city has a multi racial and multi lingual
population. It was destroyed by the
Arabs, and the original town's ruins were never built on, leaving an intriguing
excavation site for us to visit.
After lunch of tomato salad, barley soup, potatoes and other
veggies in a broth, then a tasty pilau (pilaf) of rice, squash strips and four
small pieces of beef, then green tea – we went to the nearby: RUDAKI MUSEUM. In the museum are reproduction frescoes and
tools from the nearby Neolithic site of Sarazm and a copy of documents found at
Mt Mug, where the Sogdians made their last stand against the Arab invaders.
We reloaded the bus and drove to the ruins of ancient
Penjikent, founded in the 5th century and abandoned in the 8th century. At its height the settlement town was one of
the most cosmopolitan cities on the Silk Road
and a rich trading center, whose palace was decorated with ornate hunting
scenes and pillars carved in the shape of dancing girls. Since the ancient city has not been built
upon since it was abandoned I can make out the faint foundations of houses, two
Zoroastrian temples and the shop-lined bazaar of the main shakhristan (town
center), as well as the obvious citadel to the west, but the best of the
frescoes (some of them 15 meters long), sculptures, pottery and manuscripts
were long ago carted off to Tashkent and St. Petersburg. A small museum chronicles the
excavations. Surrounding the site are
scattered remains of a rabad (suburb) and necropolis.
Niyozkul told us the ruins were discovered in 1932; papers
were sent to the Hermitage in St.
Petersburg , who validated all the materials and began
excavations. In 1946 Russian
archaeologists began working here, but not much has yet been done. The wife of the discoverer is carrying on the
work now, but slowly. He pointed out the
four areas of the ruins: the citadel where the king lived, the housing area
(150 homes of 2-3 floors), the rabad is where they raised their crops and the
necropolis, or the cemetery area.
Back on the bus we started back to the border along the way
we passed by the statue of Devastich, who was the last leader of the first
people of this area.
At the border we had some difficulty getting all our people
quickly processed. IQ and Jerry Ray
carry a large amount of US Dollars that they plan on using to buy Iranian
carpets. At each border crossing we have
to declare the amount and they are always questioned taking time. It was after 6:30PM before we started back on
the road to Samarkand . It was about an hour drive to the PRESIDENT
PALACE HOTEL in Samarkand . There was no internet connection in the room
but there were two terminals set up in one of the shops off the lobby. I was able to send out an email.
Oct 25 (Thu) Samarkand
History – Samarkand
(Marakanda to the Greeks), one of Central Asia 's
oldest settlements, was probably founded in the 5th century BC. It was already the cosmopolitan, walled
capital of the Sogdian empire when it was taken in 329 BC by Alexander the
Great, who said, ‘Everything I have heard about Marakanda is true, except that
it's more beautiful than I ever imagined.'
It was a key Silk Road city, it sat
on the crossroads leading to China ,
India and Persia ,
bringing in trade and artisans. From the
6th to the 13th century it grew into a city more populous than it is today,
changing hands every couple of centuries – Western Turks, Arabs, Persian
Samanids, Karakhanids, Seljuq Turks, Mongolian Karakitay and Khorezmshah have
all ruled here – before being obliterated by Jenghiz Khan in 1220.
In 1370 Timur decided to make Samarkand his capital, and over the next 35 years forged a
new, almost-mythical city - Central Asia 's
economic and cultural epicenter. His
grandson Ulugbek ruled until 1449 and made it an intellectual center as well.
When the Uzbek Shaybanids came in
the 16th century and moved their capital to Bukhara ,
Samarkand went
into decline. For several decades in the
18th century, after a series of earthquakes, it was essentially
uninhabited. The emir of Bukhara forcibly
repopulated the town toward the end of the century, but it was only truly
resuscitated by the Russians, who forced its surrender in May 1868 and linked
it to the Russian empire by the Trans-Caspian railway 20 years later. Samarkand was
declared capital of the new Uzbek SSR in 1924 but lost the honor to Tashkent six years later.
Orientation – A map of Samarkand 's center shows
the city's Russian-Asian schizophrenia.
Eastward are the tangled alleys of the old town, whose axis is
pedestrian Tashkent
kochasi. Across town, shady 19th - century
Russian avenues radiate westward from Mustaqillik maydoni, the administrative
center of the modern city and province.
Most sights are within a couple of
kilometers west and north of the Registan.
The newer downtown area is also centered around a pedestrian
thoroughfare, Navoi. A useful tourist
landmark, roughly betwixt the city's two halves, is moth-balled Hotel Samarkand
on the park- like boulevard called Universiteti."
A major attraction is THE REGISTAN. It is an ensemble of majestic, tilting medressas - a
near-overload of majolica, azure mosaics and vast, well-proportioned spaces –
is the centerpiece of the city, and one of the most awesome single sights in Central Asia . The
Registan, which translates to ‘sandy place' in Tajik, was medieval Samarkand 's commercial
center and the plaza was probably a wall-to-wall bazaar. The three grand edifices here are among the
world's oldest preserved medressas, anything older having been destroyed by
Jenghiz Khan. They have taken their
knocks over the years courtesy of the frequent earthquakes that buffet the
region; that they are still standing is a testament to the incredible
craftsmanship of their builders. One
look at the already crumbling blue dome of the recently rebuilt Bibi-Khanym
Mosque nearby demonstrates clearly the inferiority of th modern methods. The Soviets, to their credit, worked
feverishly to protect and restore these beleaguered treasures, but they also
took some questionable liberties, such as the capricious addition of a blue
outer dome to the Tilla-Kari Medresss.
Ulugbek Medressa on the west side
is the original medressa, finished in 1420 under Ulugbek (who is said to have
taught mathematics here; other subjects included theology, astronomy and
philosophy). Beneath the little corner
domes were lecture halls and at the rear a large mosque. About 100 students
lived in the two stories of dormitory cells here.
The other buildings are rough
imitations by the Shaybanid Emir Yalangtush.
The entrance portal of the Sher Dor (Lion) Medressa, opposite Ulugbek's
and finished in 1636, is decorated with roaring felines that look like tigers
but are meant to be lions, flouting Islamic prohibitions against the depiction
of live animals. It took 17 years to
build but still hasn't held up as well as the Ulugbek Medressa, built in just
three years. In between is the
Tilla-Kari (Gold-covered) Medressa, completed in 1660, with a pleasant,
garden-like courtyard. The highlight
here is the mosque, intricately decorated with gold to symbolize Samarkand 's wealth at the
time it as built. The mosque's delicate
ceiling, oozing gold leaf, is flat but its tapered design makes it look domed
from the inside.”
I woke up early to see if I can get the Red Sox game on the
internet. Two other groups are in the hotel right now:
MIR's 5 ‘Stans trip and the Lost Cities group which is arranged by CCS and runs
through various museums, History Channel, et al. It turned out that the Lost Cities Group had
rented the Internet terminals. I was
able to watch the first game of the World Series over the shoulder of one of
the Lost Cities Group members. Fortunately,
we did not have to start until 9AM so I was able to watch the whole game. The Red Sox won game one!
The first stop was mausoleum Timur built-in 1404 to hold his
grandson and proposed heir Mohammed Sultan, who died at age 19. Other people important in Timur's life are
also buried there. His teacher is buried
in the grave marked #4. Temur wanted to
be buried at the feet of his teacher who had given him all his knowledge. The teacher's marker is the one with the dome
on it. Temur's gravestone is a dark green
jade. Other graves are of his sons and
grandsons. And the special grandson
Ulegbek is buried at the feet of Timur.
Bek pointed out to us that there are 63 ribs on the dome,
which represents the age of Mohammed when he died. The minarets here were restored in 1986. And on the outside of the mausoleum was a
large "vat" that is believed to be Timur's bath. Another large stone nearby is believed to be
his throne stone.
On either side of one of the medrassas are two columns that
like beautifully decorated in blue tile smokestacks. The one on the right side of the building is
curved. Bek told us that it was bent
during the restoration by the Russians. Embedded
in one of the stair steps that had been remodeled I discovered a cap form a
classic style coke bottle. Here we were
walking around century-old buildings and we get quickly brought back to the
twentieth century. I would love to know
how many years that bottle cap will survive.
Next, we went to the Registan. We saw a medrassa, which is a school,
here. We had a musical concert at one of
the shops, where a man demonstrated the rubob, guitar, tambour, homra (was
invented about 12 years ago by a man of the same name), another instrument that
I didn't get the name of, then a chung (which is like a hammered dulcimer but
has a much tinnier sound), nay or nigh (which is a flute made of bamboo and he
did some of the Sounds of the Dessert on it), lapschong (Jew's harp which he made
sound like a digeridoo) and a dirab (like a tambourine).
Then to a carpet shop in the Registan, then into the
mausoleum part where we saw the grave of the founder of the Uzbeks, Shibaqan
(aka Shayban), a grandson of Jenghiz Khan.
Next we went into a mosque-medressa that was named "covered in
gold." There Bek told us that 99%
of all Uzbek Muslims are Sunnis. In one
section of the Registan we saw pictures and a model of the restoration work
done. This religious place had a lot of
shops – reminded us more of a market than any religious place. Many of the medressas' former dormitory rooms
are now art and souvenir shops. In the
high season a variety of traditional shows are put on for tourist in the Sher
Dor courtyard, including mock Uzbek weddings and kurash, a form of Uzbek
wrestling. There are also tacky evening
sound-and-light shows put on for tour groups in the square, which can usually can
be watched for free from afar.
Bek told us that Timur's other name was
"Tammerlame" which means "limping leader." (He was wounded
in his battles) and that Samarkand
is 2750 years old. Samarkand
was chosen as the site of the base of all operations throughout Central Asia
because of the pleasant climate (doesn't have extreme temperatures), is at the
intersection of main routes through the area and on the main Silk
Road .
Lunch was at the Besh Chino Café and Bar, a “well known”
local restaurant. We were served salads, bread, noodles soup, plov (rice,
yellow carrots and some meat), and green tea.
After lunch we went to the Bibi Khanym Mosque, which was built by Timur's
second wife, a Chinese woman. It was
built to be a "Friday-praying" mosque, but it was never safe for use,
so was closed immediately. It has never
been used, it seems. At this place we
saw a bookstand out of stone and the inside are ruins only. From the end of the 14th century it has been
used for other purposes; it has been a cotton storage facility, during the
Soviet era it was a garage, one niche was used as a place to burn books. The Mosque is northeast of the Registan, was
finished shortly before Timur's death and must have been the jewel of his
empire. Once one of the Islamic world's
biggest mosques (the main gate alone was 35 meters high), it pushed construction
techniques to the limit. Slowly
crumbling over the years, it finally collapsed in an earthquake in 1897.
Legend says that Bibi-Khanym, Timur's Chinese wife, ordered
the mosque built as a surprise while he was away. The architect fell madly in love with her and
refused to finish the job unless he could give her a kiss. The smooch left a mark and Timur, seeing it,
executed the architect and decreed that women should wear veils so as not to
tempt other men.
Recent restoration, though shoddy in places (note the tiles
falling off the cupolas), has reinstated the main gateway and several comes.
The interior courtyard contains an enormous marble Qaran stand that lends some
scale to the place. Local lore has it
that any woman who crawls under the stand will have lots of children.
Then we went to the necropolis Shah-I-Zinda where Bek took
us into the side room where Abbas, a cousin of the prophet Mohammed is buried,
through the "Doors of Paradise, which are open to all who are believers." While we were there a few Muslims came in,
entered another side room and did their 3:30 prayers. It was restored in 2005 has been called an
abomination by some, but this avenue of mausoleums remains Samarkand 's most moving sight. The name, which means ‘Tomb of the Living
King,' refers to its original, innermost and holiest shrine - a complex of
cool, quiet rooms around what is probably the grave of Qusam ibn-Abbas, a
cousin of the Prophet Mohammed who is said to have brought Islam to this area
in the 7th century.
A shrine to Qusam existed here on the edge of Afrosiab long
before the Mongols ransacked it in the 13th century. Shah-i-Zinda began to assume its current form
in the 14th century as Timur and later Ulugbek buried their family and
favorites near the Living King. These
tombs featured the finest un-renovated glazed tile-work in Central Asia until
they were controversially restored as part of the Karimov administration's
drive to ‘beautify' Uzbekistan's architectural monuments. While still stunning, the tombs have
undeniably lost some of their power.
The most beautiful tomb remains the Shadi Mulk Aka Mausoleum
(1372), resting place of one of Timur's wives, second on the left after the
entry stairs. The exquisite tile-work
here was of such exceptional quality that it merited little restoration. Shah-i-Zinda is an important place of
pilgrimage.
Next we climbed steps to other rooms in the avenue of
mausoleums. Then we walked through the
adjacent cemetery, where we saw a number of very expensive grave markers.
Our next stop was a rug factory; Ed, Gloria and I stayed in
the bus while the others went in to see how the rugs are made. The three of us have seen enough rug
factories.
Our last stop was Ulubek's Observatory where we saw how he
did his celestial observations and mapping of the stars. The observatory was built in 1420 and
destroyed by fanatics in 1449. A museum
at the site also gave us a good history of the area and told more about the
observatory where Ulubek’s pioneering astronomic research was performed and
documented in star catalogs and astronomic tables.
When we returned to the hotel the Lost Cities Group had
checked out and the internet terminals had been removed.
On the way to dinner we stopped at a winery for wine tasting. It was a great experience and we had a good
dinner afterword.
Oct 26 (Fri) Samarkand —Bukhara
Today’s agenda is to drive from Samarkand
to Bukhara along the old Silk
Road . I have either an
allergy attack or a cold so I am taking pills that make me drowsy. The rest of the group are also feeling under
the weather so the van is quite as we drive through country. Before we left the hotel I was able to see
part of the Red Sox – Rockies second game of
the series.
An hour out we stopped at a village for a rest stop. All the buildings were mud adobe type. The land in the area was barren. A river near by provides water for a village
garden. The outhouse was a concrete
building a fair walk down the hill from the houses. When I returned after taking my turn in the
outhouse which just had a small hole in a concrete floor I found a display of
locally made carpets. There was an old
woman with a weaving machine sitting outside with an extension cord strung out
a window. Her daughters were doing the
selling.
Before we re-boarded the van I dug out a short wave portable
radio that I had bought along specifically to listen to the games. Unfortunately, I could not find the game on
the radio but I did find a BBC station and heard “ 2 to 1, and that is sport news. I listen to the BBC for hours and they never
repeated the World Series news so I spent the whole trip wondering which team
won. Very frustrating!
We drove though a number of small villages for another hour
or so and stopped at the Orient Star Hotel in the city of Shakhrisabz .
The background on Shakhrisabz from Lonely Planet is:
The city has a population of 75,000 – it is a
small, un-russified town south of Samarkand ,
across the hills in the Kaska-Darya province.
The town is a pleasant Uzbek backwater and seems to be nothing special -
until you start bumping into the ruins dotted around its backstreets, and the
megalomaniac ghosts of a wholly different place materialize.
It is Timur's hometown and one upon
a time it probably put Samarkand
itself in the shade. Timur was born on 9
April 1336 into the Barlas clan of local aristocrats, at the village of Hoja Ilghar ,
13 km to the south. Ancient even then,
Shakhrisabz (called Kesh at the time) was kind of a family seat. As he rose to power, Timur gave it its
present name (Tajik for ‘green town') and turned it into an extended family
monument. Most of its current
attractions were built by Timur (including a tomb meant for him) or his
grandson Ulugbek.
Bek gave a little more information about Uzbekistan :
There are a total of 130 ethnic groups in the country; 75% of the people are
Uzbek; 6% Russian; 4% Tajik, 4% Kazakhs, 11% other. Marriages are arranged, but only with the approval
of both the bride and groom. The newly
married couple lives with the groom's family.
After visits to the hotel's western-style toilets we walked
to a square with a statue of Timur. After
taking a photo op of the statue which was surrounded by wedding parties lined
up to have the bride and groom having their pictures taken in front of the
statue. I remarked to Bek that it seemed
that the brides did not look happy and he replied that it was part of the
tradition for the brides to look embarrassed with their heads down, the groom
should look serious while the groomsmen and bridesmaids whoop it up. We have observed a lot drinking by the
wedding party members in all the cities.
We walked across the square to the WHITE PALACE
which was the summer residence of Timur.
Timur was born here into a
well-to-do family and he built this great palace, named Ak-Saray between 1380
and 1400. It was later destroyed by the
King of Bukhara in the 16th century. The
steps into the towers were 100 on each side, with one step high and one low, to
accommodate Timur's lame leg. We saw a
number of wedding parties posing for photos around the statue of Timur which is
on the south side of the palace.
Today there's actually little left of Ak-Saray except for bits
of the gigantic, 40-meter high pishtak, covered with gorgeous, un-restored
filigree-like mosaics. Ak-Saray was
probably Timur's most ambitious project, 24 years in the making, following a successful campaign in Khorezm and the ‘import' of many of its finest artisans.
We re-boarded the bus for a short ride to the Kok-Gumbaz
Mosque, Dorut Tilyovat, and Khazrati- Imam Complex. Kok-Gumbaz is a large Friday mosque that was
completed by Ulugbek in 1437 in honor of his father Shah Rukh (who was Timur's
son). The name, appropriately, means
‘blue dome.' It has been in an almost
constant state of renovation for years.
The palm trees painted on the interior walls are calling cards of its
original Indian and Iranian designers.
Behind Kok-Gumbaz was the original burial complex of Timur's
forebears. On the left, as you enter the
complex is the Mausoleum of Sheikh Shamseddin Kulyal, spiritual tutor of Timur
and his father, Amir Taragay (who might also be buried here). The mausoleum was completed by Timur in 1374.
On the right is the Gumbazi Seyidan
(Dome of the Seyyids), which Ulugbek finished in 1438, as a mausoleum for his
own descendants (although it's not clear whether any are buried in it). A walkway leads to a mausoleum complex called
Dorus-siadat or Dorussaodat (Seat of Power and Might), which Timur finished in
1392 and which may have overshadowed even the Ak-Saray Palace . The main survivor is the tall crumbling Tomb
of Jehangir, Timur's eldest and favorite son, who died at 22. It's also the resting place for another son,
Umar Sheikh (Timur's other sons are with him at Guri Amir in Samarkand ).
In an alley behind the mausoleum (and within the perimeter
of the long-gone Dorus- siadat) is a bunker with a wooden door leading to an
underground room, the crypt of Timur.
The room, plain except for the Quranic quotations on the arches, is
nearly filled by a single stone casket.
On the casket are biographical inscriptions about Timur, from which it
was inferred (when the room was discovered in 1963) that this crypt was
intended for him. Inside are two
unidentified corpses. The local guide
told us that the two corpses were of women, believed to have been some of his
‘unofficial' wives.
We spent some time in the shopping area and re-boarded the
bus for a ride to a country restaurant for lunch. They served us samsas (pie dough with soft
potato filling, but can sometimes have meat), red beets salad, rice, and corn
salad, bread, soup with potatoes, rice and broth, and a main dish of cooked
potatoes and carrots. Dessert was a
small sugary cookie.
We were back on the road by 2 PM – I saw lots of desert
scenes, then a gas field, storage farm and rail yards for sending off the
natural gas, at sunset I saw the red ball of fire going down in the west as I watched
a full moon rise in the east – at the same time!
At 6PM we arrived at the Omar Khayyam hotel in Bukhara where we had a
welcome drink of local wine and some snacks:
sugar peanuts, sesame candy, and mints.
The hotel has a unique location in the picturesque old part of Bukhara city. The hotel
is situated within walking distance of the cities ancient monuments. As soon as I checked in I rushed to their
single Internet terminal and read the recap of the game and finally discovered
that the Red Sox won the game. The fact
that Schilling was able to do so well gave me hope the Sox will win the series. It had been a frustrating day listening to BBC News over and over without their repeating the score after the one partial
report that I heard in the morning.
Parked in front of the hotel were three 1930 era cars, (a
Bentley, a Bugatti and a LaGonda) and a European Army Truck. The cars are taking part in the Amsterdam to Beijing Classic Car Endurance Rally 2006.
Eighty-five cars, ranging from 30- to 52-years-old, are entered
at a cost of $64,000 each. They left the Palace on Dam Square in Amsterdam on July 15, 2006, the 400th
anniversary of the painter Rembrandt's birth.
They follow the Silk Road trough 26
cities. They store the cars in the
winter which is why it is scheduled to take two years to arrive in Beijing just before the
Olympics.
We walked down the road to the Chasmai-Mirob
Restaurant. We had a private room
upstairs open on one side to afford us a fantastic view of the beautiful
building and monuments of Bukhara
Oct 27 (Sat) Bukhara
Our day began with meeting our guide, Masuma (ma-su-ma), in
the hotel lobby at 8:30. I learned that
the city is now about 2500 years old and has a population of 270,000; the city
has always had many ethnic groups here.
We drove by the famous Ark
and noticed the nice modern city park just across the main road. As we drove through the city to our first
stop I kept noticing how the tile designs and colors are the same or similar to
all we've seen so far on this trip: blue flowers, swastikas, trim in yellow and
white. As we drove by a compound of poor
housing, Masuma told us that is housing for Iranian refugees with their own Shiite
mosque in it.
Our first stop of the day was the Ismail Sh Mausoleum, which is the oldest monument in
all of Central Asia . At the time of its construction, Bukhara was the capital of a vast empire which included
all of Afghanistan , Pakistan and Central Asia ,
under King Bukhara. Built for his
father, Ismail and several other family descendants are buried in this place,
so it's really a family mausoleum. It
was made of high-fired bricks with glaze, which is why it had held up so well. The walls were restored in the 1930s; the
doors are from 2005. I took photos of
the building reflected in the pool – shades of Angkor Wat! The pool was full of stagnant water and I
read in the guide that the city has over-200 pools that have been breeding bugs
over the years so that this has been the city of plagues in the past.
Next, we walked over to the Chashma-Ayub Mausoleum-museum
with a new memorial tomb just across from it.
The tomb is in the small original building behind a spring. We walked along the street, saw the new
memorial, walked to the Bolo-Hauz Mosque.
This place has a tower, a mosque left of the old complex and I went
inside to get some photos.
Then we walked over to the Ark – aka The Citadel, which is a huge,
impressive complex. I went inside, into
a museum, then into another courtyard which was the coronation area; the last
‘crowning' here was in 1911 when the last emir was crowned. Then into the greeting courtyard where one
enterprising salesman had set up a throne and had robes for ‘kings' or ‘queens'
to wear and allow their photos to be made.
Next, I went into a museum that wound through a number of rooms and
covered the history of the country and the city for several centuries and up to
the present time. In the educational
museum, I saw various musical instruments and a storyboard telling us that in
the 19th century Bukhara became an emirate or
semi-colony of Russia . This was a major museum
of Bukhara and all of it in these
various rooms of the Ark.
We rode in the bus to have lunch in the courtyard of a home
owned by some Russian people. The place
is named "Corner of the Fortress."
We had low tables and our knees bumped constantly. We had the typical salads, bread, Fanta,
soup, veggie plate of carrots, potatoes, onions, and tomatoes boiled together,
tea and melon dessert.
The afternoon tour began at the Kalon Minaret which is a
mosque beside a minaret on the right side, a medressa on the left side, which
is still used as a boy's school. The
nearby domed building is now a library for the students. About 165 boys go to schools go here. The mosque is all restored and is the largest
mosque in Bukhara ,
holding about 10,000 men.
Then we went into the medressah, where Masuma told us the
students have lessons in Uzbek, Arabic, Persian and some Russian. It is still a working school and we were not
allowed to go beyond the lobby area. The
students live on the top floor and classes are held on the lower floor. The staff at this school are especially well-educated,
so this is the "premier" medressah of the city. The students have finished the first 9 years
of regular school, so they are 16 when they arrive here, they stay (room and
board) for four years.
Next, I walked by the Amir Kohlon mosque, through a covered
bazaar named Taqi- Zargaron bazaar. I went
to the Ulugbek Medressa and saw the Abdul Aziz Khan across the way with
scaffolding and a stork nest. Then the
group did some shopping and I walked to the Maliki Attar which is now a carpet
museum.
Following the carpet museum, I walked to a covered bazaar,
called Taqi Sarrafon, where money was traded, and which is part of the Lyabi –
Hauz. I walked by some silly camel
statues, where Bob posed for some of us; then I saw the statue of Hadja
Nasretdin Afandi (who is known under other names in countries like Egypt,
Turkey, Palestine) but he was from Bukhara and quite a folk hero.
Jerry Ray and I had a beer while we waited to attend a
folklore show in Nadir Devon Beji with have two phoenix birds and the God of Sun
over the arch. The folklore show has in
addition to the music and dancing, present a collection of clothes made of
traditional fabrics (silk, shanatlas, cotton) and also evening gowns with
traditional gold embroidery.
The program had some dances done by six young women in
elaborate national costumes, interspersed with the 5-model fashion show and was
very well done. The music was provided
by a 7-piece band, of men playing various local instruments. Also, a young woman served as an MC and an
older man was a singer – well he made noise anyway. Approximately 170 patrons were there and we
had a sufficient meal, but nothing special.
Oct 28 (Sun) Bukhara —Khiva
We were up early for a scheduled 6AM departure for the long
drive across Uzbekistan
to Khiva. I was able to briefly see the
start of the third world series game but there was no score when I had to leave.
The route was void of villages or rest stops as we drove
across the Kyzylkum
Desert . Remaining me of my drive from Las Vegas to Salt
Lake City . A
couple of hours out we stopped at an abandoned complex of buildings in the desert where
the ladies could be afforded some degree of privacy. The building the woman visited had toilet
paper and a bed. Neither building had
roofs. Another hour later we did find a
sort of rest stop with a bizarre outhouse down the hill. It had a floor of boards with space between
them which gave us a great view and odor associated with its function.
As we drove Bek gave us some more information about Uzbekistan :
Tourism is 20 times as much this year as it was last year. Every tourist hotel has been booked and it is
hard to find busses to take the people around the country. The residents pay 46% income tax but medical
and education is free. The pension
payment is about US$100 per month. The
official unemployment rate is 15% but everyone knows it is really about 25%.
We drove along the edge of the Oxus
River which forms the border at this
point with Turkmenistan
and at noon stopped for lunch. Bek was
talking up a great place but when we stopped there he was told that they were
not serving lunch today, so we drove down the road to another place. It was very plain with long oilcloth covered
tables. We ordered fish and headed for
the outhouse which required our walking through the kitchen where they were
gutting the fish. Not a sight for
squeamish customers. We had a lot of
drinks at lunch since we can't take booze into Iran . I don't know why so many of the group people
felt the urge to buy booze during the tour because we could order it with most
of our meals (I generally had beer at every meal and usually someone bought a
bottle of wine at dinner) but anyway having it at this meal offset the
restaurant conditions.
We drove along the canal coming off the Oxus River (also
known as the Ama-Darya), we crossed the river, saw a train, got our desert and
sand photos saw a camel alongside the road but didn't have time enough to
grab a photo, entered into irrigated land where cotton, rice, fruit, and hay are
raised. We took back roads into Xiva (in
local language or Khiva in English) and arrived at the Hotel Malika Khiva just
across the street from the West Gate entrance to the old city of Khiva .
I noticed an Internet Café in the building next to the
hotel. After we checked in I ran over to
the Café to check the outcome of the ball game.
It was slow dial-up so I was only able to get the score and had to wait
until the evening to get the recap from the hotels single terminal. The Red Sox had won 10-5 and I whooped it up
thanking the guys in the Café for letting me just log on long enough to get the
score before I had to rush back to join the tour group.
Our local guide had arrived and the group assembled to for a walking
tour of the ‘Ancient
City .' He told us this was the second UNESCO World
Heritage site named in Central Asia . I saw a statue of Al-Xorazmiu Hay Kalli who
invented algebra and the word ‘algorithm' came from his name. As we entered the city, we met a double
wedding party coming out after doing all their photographs – it was brothers
marrying at the same time, our guide told us.
We walked into Itchon Kala via the Father's Gate, now called
Mother's Gate and also known as West Gate.
Then into Kuhna Ark , which was the palace of the Kahns. Next, I saw the Kalta Minor Minaret, which is
26 meters high, multi-colored, with a medressah on it right side, green twin
domes to the left and a well in the courtyard, then into the medressah of
Mohammed Rakhim Khan. Medressahs are
Islamic high schools. Inside one room of
the school, I saw some photos of the last Khans.
Our next stop was the tallen minaret, Islom-Hoja which has
120 steps up it, then into the Pavilion Mahmud where I saw another well in a
courtyard and people going into the mausoleum.
I learned about the man Mahmud and then went into the inner rooms
ourselves, shedding our shoes. Inside
this small mausoleum is an inner room with Mahmud's tomb and the walls and
ceiling are completely covered with tiles - Very ornate for this part of the
world.
Then on to the complex of Islom Xoja – the first school in
Khiva, with a museum of photography in the building with local and European
architecture. There were dishes, photos, a camera, and an old gramophone on display.
Next to it was a cemetery of wealthy people who wanted to be buried as
close as possible to the great people.
This was followed with a visit to a Friday praying mosque
Jama Masyidi Va Minoiessi – the oldest mosque in Khive and one of the oldest in
Uzbekistan. It is a sea of columns, but
a restoration and only half its original size.
There once were over 500 columns, now only 220. Our guide told us there are three types of
mosques in Uzbekistan :
1. Congregational
– these are Friday praying mosques where the men go once on Friday to
pray. These mosques have domes and use
the call to prayer.
2. Neighborhood – these are small and located
close to where people live or work. They
are very small and usually have no domes.
3. Country – these are very large mosques that
are only used twice a year on special religious ceremonial days of prayer.
Before dinner, we had a cocktail party in the lobby of the
hotel. Many members of the group had
brought liquor with them and had bought wine at the wine tasting in Samarkand . Since you can’t take alcohol into Iran everyone
brought the liquor and wine that they had not finish to share with the whole
group. Dinner was a delicious salad,
meat and potatoes and several bottles of wine that were not finished at the
cocktail party. It was the farewell
dinner for Bob and Bek since Bob was not able to get a visa to enter Turkmenistan .
The room was not the best with a very thin mattress on the
bed and no internet connection.
Oct 29 (Mon) Khiva—Ashgabat ,
Turkmenistan
I was up early to see Bob Parda off. He was headed off to Tashkent ,
via Moscow on his way home to Poway , CA . Breakfast was sparse – only bread, jam, and
tea. I headed to the internet terminal
to watch the fourth game of the World Series.
At 8:30AM our local guide arrived to take the group for a second
walk-around in the old city part of Khiva which I skipped to watch the
game. Just before the group returned from
their tour the game ended. I was
ecstatic but I have to admit that it was not the same as when they won in 2004
and I was on the South American Cruise with my cousin from Boston (that night we were heard throughout
the ship and I was hoarse the next two days).
Our bus arrived and we headed out, driving through some
other small communities, one of which is named Boston ,
en route to the border with Turkmenistan . Can you imagine that I drove by Boston , Uzbekistan
on the day the Red Sox the World Series?
We had a very easy crossing with Bek shepherding us through
on the Uzbekistan side and
the driver and guide from the other side coming over to help us through to Turkmenistan
side. Olek was to be our guide for the
next day, but I never caught the driver's name.
Our first stop was in the city of Dashoguz , where the driver stopped us at a
corner where a man with a shopping bag full of money immediately appeared. Turned out he was the "market (don't say
‘black market') man" selling local money.
Next, we stopped for lunch at the Nadira restaurant what was
supposed to be the only nice restaurant in Dashoguz, the Nadira. I had the traditional salad of cucumber and
tomatoes, then lentil soup, a chopped beef grilled cutlet with fries or rice, beer,
and tea.
After lunch, we headed out of the city toward the UNESCO
World Heritage Site of Kunya-Urgench, where we stopped at the Mausoleum, which Olek
told us that now it is not believed to be a mausoleum but used as a
palace. The reason for thinking this is
that there are too many windows for a mausoleum, and the building is also the
wrong style for a mausoleum. Across the
road is the greater part of the site.
The weather was not very warm and instead of walking the site we
re-boarded the bus to visit the various buildings.
First in the site was the 14th-century Turabek
Hanum mausoleum with beautiful blue tile ceiling in the dome (outside the
building is just very ornate brown brick).
The tomb is in an area down some stairs.
Next was the Kutlug Timur minaret, which was started in the
11th century and listed as the 3rd tallest in the world. The Kipshek Mosque in Ashgabat has the
tallest and the second tallest is in Malaysia
or Indonesia . This Timur minaret (and the Timur whose
statues I saw earlier in the trip – a different man with the same name), was 63
meters high and now only 59.5 meters as the top has fallen off.
I then walked over to the Sultan Tekesh mausoleum with a
pointed blue tile dome (almost al the domes I have seen on the trip have been
round) which is under restoration and had scaffolding around part of the dome. This is believed to have been a Zoroastrian
building because the bricks are from that time.
The Zoroastrians were pushed out by the Muslims. The building is oriented true
north-south, east-west and the entrances
are equally spaced in the building; the shape never could have been a mausoleum
for that reason. It was a palace for
Horam Urgench with a famous library. I walked
by the Alow Pir building which was not described by our guide or in the UNESCO
World Heritage Site literature and then up a hill to the Kyrk Moll mounds of
graves. It is a sacred place where the Kunya-Urgench
inhabitants held their last stand against the Mongols. It is also a superstitious site were women
leave miniature monuments for the health of the baby and women roll down the
hill in a fertility rite. Several women
were there when I arrived building miniature monuments with stones. I waited for one to roll down the hill but
they never did so I walked on to the next site.
Sultan Il Arslan mausoleum dates back to the 12th
century. It is a small building with a
point roof that has flat octagon rather than round sides. The plaque at the next site called it “The
portal of an Unknown building” – 11 to 12th century. I took some photos and then re-boarded the
bus for a ride back to the town where we stopped at the Dashmetjt Mosque which
is now a museum, and then walked around to see the Matkirim Ishan Mausoleum and
the Nejameddin Kubra Mausoleum complex.
The town is called Kunya-Urgench which means “Old Urgench”
and is south of the Uzbekistan
border. In Uzbekistan
is the town of Urgench . The area was a major city on the northern
route of the Silk Road and competed with Samarkand
to be the capital of the Empire. The
city was completely destroyed by Samarkand
forces led by Timmerlame (Timur).
We drove to the Airport at Dashogus to board a plane to
Ashgabat. Dinner was snacks in the
airport lounge. Mary Jane and Gloria did
not hold up well in the crowds as we waited to check-in.
I was assigned a middle seat on the Turkmenistan B-717 and
found it occupied with a burly Russian with equally as large men on both
sides. They motioned for me to take the
seat behind next to a teenage girl and across the aisle from Jerry Ray and Mary
Jane. She moved to the middle seat and I
sat on the isle. Another large man had
the window seat which was reclined. He
flew the whole flight without buckling his seat belt and the flight attendants
didn’t seem to care. During their
service, I noticed that Mary Jane didn’t respond to questions from the flight
attendant. She appeared to be passed out
in her seat. Approaching the Ashgabat Airport I noticed many brightly lighted
buildings and boulevards and a trail of lights from the city into the
hills. The view reminded me of flying
over Las Vegas
without neon lights but still many large buildings with curved driveways in
front that were brightly lighted. From
the air, the city appeared much more prosperous than any of the others we had
visited on the tour.
When we landed Jerry Ray had to shake Mary Jane awake and
she appeared very disoriented. She had
trouble identifying her bag in the overhead and Jerry Ray and I had to take
turns guiding her to the terminal, gathering her luggage and getting her to the
bus. Olek had the bus stop to purchase
water and ice cream snacks since we had not dinner tonight.
We checked into the PRESIDENT HOTEL which was the fanciest
we have stayed at on the tour. After
getting to our room, Jerry Ray left to check out the bar and I hooked up my
equipment.
Oct 30 (Tue) Ashgabat
When I arose and looked out the window the sight further
confirmed the similarity to Las Vegas . The Hotel row is on a wide divided boulevard
along the south side of the city. In
back of the buildings along the boulevard is just flat barren desert land
stretching to the mountains that form the border with Iran . Many of the buildings have a large picture of
the current Turkmenistan
president hanging on the road facing side.
I am so impressed with the city that I think it is import to
understand the background on Ashgabat.
Ashgabat was once an important stop
on the Silk Road . The name means “city of love” in the local
language. The Russians built a fortress
here and it became the administrative center for the Trans-Caspian region on
May 6, 1881. An earthquake killed
170,000 people on October 6, 1948. On
October 27, 1991, the country gained its independence from the USSR .
The country has great wealth from
its oil and gas enabling the government to provide free houses for all
families.
We meet in the lobby to start the local tour. Olec, our guide from the day before had been
replaced by Aila (I-la) a young lady in her early 30’s. We started out for the Nissa UNESCO World
Heritage Site, along the way Aila pointed out one of Turkmenistan’s first
President Niyazov’s pride project – the Walk of Health: a concrete staircase
built into the side of the mountain with two trails of 8km and 37km (the string
of lights I saw from the plane) for fitness walkers or joggers that meet at the
Independence Park.
The Nissa site outside the city is ruins of the ancient
capital of Parthian. It is still
undergoing archeological excavations and restoration in a joint effort between
the Turkmenistan
and Russian Governments. From the bus
stop, we climbed a long set of steps to a viewing platform. The view covered the ruins and we could see
off in the distance the new mosque, built by President Niyazov to honor his
family that died in the 1948 earthquake. This mosque was opened in 2004 and is the
largest in Central Asia , holding 20,000
people. It has minarets 91 meters high,
a cupola that is 60 meters across and it has 48 windows for the 1948
earthquake. We spent an hour walking
through the ruins and then headed back to the city.
The first stop was the National Museum . The bus driver asked Aila if it was OK to
drop us off so he could get gas for the bus.
We walked up to the museum entrance at 10:30AM and found the door locked
and the ticket window closed. Aila
started calling on her cell phone and finally discovered that they were close
for the day (unannounced) and would not even open the door for our group. She then tried to call the bus and have him
return to take us to the next site. To
her surprise she could not get him to answer so after a bit she called her
office. They could not contact him
either so the alternative was the Tour Agency used their personal car to
shuttle us to the next stop.
The next stop was the Monument to the Independence of
Turkmenistan; we saw the 5-headed eagle which represents the 5 provinces of the
country. We also saw fountains, the gold
statue of the president and learned that the monument is called "the
plunger" by the locals. The monument
looks like a plunger because it has a 118 meter high spire raising from a
dome shaped building with water flowing down four troughs on the sides into a
pool ring that circles the dome. The
monument has large statues of historical leaders around the platform. Down steps into the park area were more
statues and a large gold statue of former President Niyazov.
The bus was finally found and we boarded it for a 20-minute drive
to the center of the city. Along the way
we passed the monument to the Ruhnama, a book written by the first President; by
the Olympic Stadium which holds 35,000 people; this is where the Independence
Day celebrations are held, soccer is the main sport in Turkmenistan and games
are played there, especially tournaments, also foreign performers are presented
there; and a number of government buildings with gold statues of the former
President. We stopped across the street
from a large plaza with the World Trade Complex at one end and the President’s
Office building, the Congressional Hall on one side and the Arch of Neutrality.
The Arch of Neutrality has elevators that we rode to the top
to get the great views of city and a terrific photo op. I don’t know how many gold statues there are
of former President Niyazov around the city, but I saw at least six.
By now it was time for lunch and we drove to the Asuda Nusay
Restaurant for a great fish and chips meal.
From the restaurant we walked to a shopping center where I walked around
the huge open central market while the others either went to a Carpet Factory
or to the Post Office.
Next it was back to the Hotel for some rest before dinner. Jerry Ray invited me to join him in the bar
where I taught the bartender how to make a Manhattan
(shades of Botswana
when I did the same thing at the Elephant Camp).
At 7PM we left for the Turkmen National House Restaurant for
dinner and a folk dance show. We had lots
of starters, a soup with mutton, potatoes and broth, then plov for the main
dish, tea, sesame candy, fruit – plenty of food. The dances were interesting, one was a brides'
dance where Maggie was the bride and I was the groom. The dressed me in native jacket and a huge
wooly hat. Another dance was the story
of a girl losing her bracelet and the young man who found it wouldn't return it
until she agreed to marry him.
Mary Jane had decided that after her illness on the flight
in she did not want to venture on to Iran.
Cathy was already scheduled to leave tonight and Mary Jane decided to
join her. Starting tomorrow we are down
to seven of us to travel on to Iran .
Oct 31 (Wed) Ashgabat to Mashad , Iran
We have completed the tour of the five 'stans:
·
Kazakhstan
·
Kyrgyzstan
·
Tajikistan
·
Uzbekistan
·
Turkmenistan
and we are now in Iran
for a week before I go to the gulf
states . We followed the Silk Road to a great
extent visiting all the major cities except Mary , Turkmenistan .
This morning we visited the Turkmenistan
National Museum
- fantastic! I have not visited such a museum outside of the US , London and Paris that was so
impressive. It is new and was donated to the country by Turkey .
As I mentioned in yesterdays email the city of Ashgabat
is like Las Vegas
spread out with no traffic.
After the museum visit we rode to the Iran border in
one of the worst rides we have ever taken. We were crammed into a van
the reeked of gas fumes driven by a burly Russian. The road through the
mountains had a lot of hairpin curves and he drove as fast as he could mostly
on the wrong side of the road. I was in the front seat asking him to slow
down and he would turn to me an grin and I swear he would drive faster.
We eventually arrived and had the traditional hassle going
through first the exit of Turkmenistan
and then the entry into Iran .
Because the US is now
fingerprinting arrivals entering the US ,
Iran
fingerprints US visitors entering their country. So few US enter at
this crossing point they did not have the forms or the fingerprinting
equipment we waited several hours while they had the forms faxed to them and
enough copies made for the seven in our group.
The fingerprinting was a joke - they used a black stamp pad
and pressed our fingers on the pad so hard that when it was placed on the paper
it was just a big blob of black ink. But they didn't complain since they
have no procedure to use our prints and it was only for retaliation. (Our
guide spend 4 hours at JFK last month entering the US ). We have a guide who has
spend extensive time in the US
living in Santa Monica , Seattle
and New York .
The ride from the border crossing to Mashad took 4 hours,
half the distance over winding mountain roads and a slower safer speed with
photo stops at Kurd Adobe villages. The second have was on a four-lane
divided highway.
We checked into the Homa Hotel Mashad 2, Khayaam Boulevard , K Mashhad. The hotel had very large rooms with
wireless internet!!
Tomorrow we tour Mashad which is a major religious site for
Shiite Muslims and then fly to Shiraz where we
start the drive to Tehran
visiting ancient ruins along the way. We spend two nights in Shiraz and two nights in Isfahan
with a visit to Qom before our one day in Tehran .
Mashad is the most important
pilgrimage site in Iran .
Considered Iran ’s holiest
city, it provides a real glimpse into the religious life of the people and some
of Iran ’s
best shrines.
So far the Iranian officials and people have been very
friendly. At one checkpoint the police stopped us just to welcome us to
the country.
Nov 1 (Thu) Mashad
Our first full day in Iran
is in the city of Mashhad
in the northeast area of the country. Mashhad is the site of the Holy Shrine of Imam Reza, the
largest shrine in the world for one individual.
It is located in a 185 acre complex of buildings and plaza known as
Astan-e Qods-e Razavi in the center of Mashhad . A large portion of the complex is off-limits
to non-Muslims. Mashhad
has a population of about 3 million and over 12 million pilgrims visit the
Shrine every year. It is the holiest
place in Iran
and for Shiite Muslims.
Our guide, Ali obtained head covering for the woman in the
group which a helpful passer-by fitted on the women’s heads correctly. It took Ali a long time to get the approval
for the group to enter the complex.
While we waited Iranians would approach us and asked us where we were
from. When we told them we were from the
US they welcomed us to Iran and told
how glad we were visiting their country.
They shook our hands, had the woman hold their babies and took pictures
of us shaking their hands. We have just
spent two weeks in the five ‘stans and didn’t receive this type of notice and
reception. The one negative was one of
the women was wearing a blue and white striped top and had difficulty keeping
her scarf on – she received a few comments to cover-up.
Eventually we entered the complex with the men and woman
passing through separate entries where we were padded down and bags
searched. Apparently several years ago a
terrorist smuggled in a bomb that killed a large number of people. The crowds were heavy, but reported nowhere
near as heavy as when school is out. A
sign outside listed the things you are not supposed to take into the
complex. The pictures included the
standard items, guns, knives, cell phones, cameras, plus donuts, hamburgers,
and French fries.
Inside we walked through the plazas as they were laying
down large rugs for the upcoming noon prayer.
After seeing the beautiful mosques and buildings we entered the
museums. The first museum was called the
Museum of Carpets , but it also contained gifts
presented to the Shrine from all over the world. Such as paintings, vases,
models of Mecca ,
etc. The next museum we visited was the
Muze-ye Markazi (Main
Museum ) which displayed
historical items, costumes, weapons, dioramas of historical periods, etc.
After the tour it was lunchtime and Ali took us to the
Moein Darbary Resturant best restaurant in town (according to the guide books
and the Iranian-Americans we met there) for kabob. The friendly staff sat us at a long table
with Iranian and American flags at the end.
We had a great salad, soup and excellent meat. We arrived before the normal lunch crowd and
when we left people were lined up down the block to get in. To facilitate fast turn over the tables have
a dozen heavy clear plastic table covers and to clear a table after a meal they
dump the leftovers on the cover remove the dishes and bundle up the trash
and walla there is a fresh table cover in seconds.
Next, it was then back to the hotel for siesta and
checkout. On our way to the airport, we
stopped at the Bazar-e Reza next to the Shrine.
The bazaar has two long corridors, four blocks long containing the usual
shops.
We arrived at the airport, two and one-half hours before our
flight. There is only four check-in
counters which do not process a flight until 90 minutes before the flight. We sat in chairs awaiting the flight to be
listed over a counter. When it finally
was listed there was a mad dash to line-up with our bags. Ali was at the head (he had our tickets) and
we waited 30 minutes before someone started processing us. Gloria suffered an anxiety attack and
suffered throughout the flight and the next day. She is a large woman who usually takes charge
and is really disturbed having to cover her head see the treatment of women in
the country. She also had a severe case
of the trots and the “bomb site” style toilets upset her.
Eventually, we processed our luggage and passed through
security. Again I had the feeling that
it showed since I set off the alarm and just pointed to my knee which they
padded and let me through with my camera in my pocket and my Treo on my
belt. The aircraft was a Fokker 100
which has 2-3 style seats and holds 109 passengers. The flight left on time actually rolled down
the runway on the scheduled departure time.
It was a smooth one and one half hour flight to Shiraz with a dinner of chicken and rice.
We checked into the Homa Hotel, Meshkinfam Avenue , Shiraz
for two nights. The airport is some
distance to the hotel and we were not able to get to bed until after midnight.
Nov 2 (Fri) Shiraz
On display in the hotel lobby was the:
TOURIST’S OATH
Thank God that I have found the opportunity to
travel and visit other countries and considering the fact that everyone should
play his : her role in achieving peace and friendship in the world, I undertake
to travel:
Sincerely, and consider others opinion open-mindedly,
Protect environment and natural resources during my journey,
Respect all cultures and customs of people whom I come across,
Befriend whom I meet during the journey,
Protect practically and theoretically all agencies, organizations
or people having other opinions and viewpoints.
Encourage others to travel throughout the world peacefully.
We started the day at the Eram Botanical Garden
which has a beautiful 19th Century Qajar Place with a reflecting pool in
front. The Place is now a School of Botany which were not able to tour. Down the road we visited the Mausoleum of
Saadi and the tomb of Shurideh, two of the countries poets. Ali recited several poems for us. The site also displays the ancient aqueduct
in which water flowed into the city from wells in the mountain above the
city. It is still in use today.
The next stop was Mausoleum of Hafez. The story goes that every Iranian has at
least two books in their house the Quran and the Poems of Hafez. Ali again read us some Hafez’s poems.
It was now lunchtime and Ali picked the Soofi
Resturant with a salad bar and taste Lamb Kabob with rice. The flatbread was outstanding and we were
able to see the open kitchen with the oven that they used to bake the bread.
After a siesta at the hotel we toured another
Garden with a large mansion that is now a military museum. It has beautiful grounds and served as place
the Shah stayed in when visiting the city.
Our next stop was at the Nazzir-El Molk Mosque down an ally in a poor
section of time. It is one of the oldest
most beautifully tiled mosques we visited.
It is rarely used and the caretaker had fun showing us postcards from Chicago and other cities
around the world. It had unique tiles
depicting European buildings including churches with crosses on their steeples
and stain glass windows. Something you
don’t see in pure Arab designed mosques.
By now the sun had set and we drove up to the
Quran Gate to the city where we walked through the structure which is supposed
to bring good luck.
Dinner was at another Traditional Restaurant
where I had fried shrimp and great flatbread.
Nov 3 (Sat) Shiraz to Esfahan
This morning we departed early in a rather
cramped van with all-out baggage occupying the two back rows of seats for the
full day trip to Esfahan . An hour north of Shiraz
we stopped at the magnificent Persepolis
complex. It is one of the outstanding
ancient sites in the world with vast stairways, columns, and stone
carvings. Construction started under
Darius the Great and was used for 150 years as a place that Kings from all over
the world would meet. Although ruined it
still has the lower structure in fair shape since for centuries it was covered
by sand and was not re-discovered until the 1930s.
A few miles up the road we stopped the site of
Noqsh-e Rostam which has four tomb sites carved into the side of a rock
mountain. It is difficult to
describe the stone reliefs that decorate
each tomb. They believe the tombs
contain Darius I, Artaxerxes I xerxes I and Darius II.
We continued on our way north on a four-lane
divided highway past granite rock quarries and across desert areas, much like
parts of California or Arizona to Passargad where we stopped at a
Restaurant for lunch of a traditional stew over rice. The stew had beef, spinach and beans. Up the road from the Restaurant is the Tomb
of Cyrus the Great – out is an open field with a Mosque near it that was built
using stone from the Tomb site.
Back on the highway, we continued north across
the same terrain. We had a rest stop at
a Gas Station in a small village. Every
23 km we passed ruins of caravan-serils which were the motels of ancient
times. Twenty-three kilometers was
considered the distance that caravans could travel in one day and these caravan-serils
were designed to provide rooms for the travelers and there animals with a large
courtyard that served as a trading place for goods. If caravan A was traveling north with goods
needed in the north and stayed at a caravan-serils where a caravan was
traveling south with goods needed in the south the travelers would often trad
goods and turn around and head home.
After the sunset Ali had us stop at one of the caravan-serils that is
being restored to serve as a hotel. It
was fun to tour the site as the caretaker turned on lights to show us the rooms
under restoration.
We eventually arrived at our hotel in Esfahan , the historical Abbasi Hotel, Amadegah Avenue , which is a 500-year-old
caravan-serils but has been expanded and modernized to be the top-rated hotel
in the city. It is so large my room was
a five-minute walk through two giant courtyards up a stair, down a stair and
down a long hall. No internet in the
room but there was free broadband hookup in the Internet area above the lobby.
Nov 4 (Sun) Shiraz
Next
we visited the Imam Mosque considered one of the most beautiful mosques in the
world with rich blue and yellow colors.
Every inch above the lower wall is tile.
It is offset 45 degrees from the plaza to be oriented towards Mecca . Under the dome is a spot that allows
acoustics to amplify anything spoken to be heard throughout the vast room. During prayer one person would stand there a
relay the Imam’s words so they could be heard by the crowd.
We
then visited Sheikh Lotfollah Mosque across from the plaza from the
Palace. It is also offset 45 degrees. It differs from other mosques in that it has
no courtyard or minarets. It has
underground tunnels that were used by the Shahs woman to hide out and/or exit
when religious visitors visited the Shah.
Next
we toured the Chehel Sotun Place
with a large terrace facing a long pool (unfortunately empty at the time of our
visit) with 20 columns. Gloria suffered
another bout of anxiety when her head covering fell to the ground. The culture really is getting to her. In the Place are large paintings on the walls
depicting the history of battles. Ali
pointed out to us that one of the paintings depicts to woman in a lesbian
relationship contrary to the Iranian Presidents statements.
Lunch
was at the Hotel Julfa with a nice cream of mushroom and lemon soup and more
kababs.
After
lunch we returned to the hotel. Most
stores close for siesta until 4 PM. I
checked email and then started on a search to find a yellow hi-lighter. I had two addresses near the hotel and set
out to find them. The first was sold out
and after a long walk the second one was also sold out as I returned to the
hotel I saw a group of schoolgirls and figured that they would best know where
to find a store that would carry hi-lighters.
They had fun attempting to understand my request and once they did they
produced one from their school bag and refused to take any money for it and
insisted that I take.
Earlier
at the plaza we were approached by many Iranians who were very friendly and
wanted to talk to us all stating they were happy to see Americans visiting
their country, assuring us that they are peaceful and indicating that their
President is touched in the head.
We
were scheduled to eat dinner in the Hotel - I missed dinner with the group, so
I ordered a cheeseburger in the Coffee Shop.
What a mistake. They didn’t use
sliced cheese and whatever they used turned into soup on the meat. The flavor was not good and thankfully I had
also ordered a salad which was very good – so I didn’t starve. Jerry Ray joined me.
We
retired by 9:30PM
Nov 5 (Mon) Esfahan
Jerry Ray and I get up early, he showers first and then goes to
the lobby and writes his journal. We are
usually, the first one at breakfast and then I have time to connect to the
internet before we start our tours at 8:30AM.
Today, we started by driving along the Zayandeh River
seeing the beautiful bridges. We stopped
at the Shahrestan
Bridge which is one of
the oldest, dating back to the 12th century. It is a footbridge now, and we walked across
the bridge and took pictures with the sun behind our back.
Next, we stopped at the Khaju, the most decorated of the
bridges. It is also a footbridge with a
small place in the center where the Kings would sit to watch water sports in
the river. The bridge also serves as a
dam controlling the water in the river and is a popular meeting place for
people to just sit, talk and view the river.
The bus met us on the other side and we were off to the Vank Cathedral,
an Armenian church with beautiful paintings on the walls inside. Unfortunately, photos are not allowed. There is a museum attached with historical
references to the Turkish Genocide of the Armenians.
Our last stop before lunch was the Manar Jomban tomb with its
shaking minarets. The tomb was built in
the 14th century with the two not very tall minarets. When someone leans or shakes one of the
minarets the other minarets shake in unison.
The explanation is the sandstone used to construct them contains
feldspar which dissolves over time leaving the stone flexible.
Lunch was at a Traditional Restaurant at the plaza where Ali
ordered varies stews. Some we tested,
some were strange. I liked the walnut
sauce over chicken the best.
After a siesta we started out again, this time to the Jameh Mosque
which is the biggest mosque in Iran . It has four iwans around a large
courtyard. It was originally built by
Seljuks in the 11th century and added to by many different religious
sects so it is an example of the various architectures and designs used in
mosque. Each iwan is uniquely different
and has very different styles that differ for the other mosques we have
visited on this trip.
Following our tour of the mosque, we headed for the Bazar-e Bozorg
for shopping. The bazaar stretches from
the mosque to the plaza and we visited many shops.
Back at the hotel four of us dined in the hotel’s Traditional
Restaurant which is buffet style. This
allowed us to take a taste of items before we had to commit to a meal size
plate. The salad choices were excellent
and I bulked up on it and had small portions of various eggplant dishes.
Nov 6 (Tue) Esfahan to Tehran
Today is my last full day in Iran . We checked out of the hotel at 8:30PM in our Toyota van with all of
luggage. As a result Gloria and Ed were
a little cramped and Louise and I were in the single side seats. The traffic in the city was light since it
was a religious holiday. North of the
city we entered a toll road that would lead us to Kashan, Qom
and then Tehran . The terrain was flat desert with rocky hills
in the near distance. Again it reminded
me of parts of California , Nevada ,
Utah ,
etc. Near the town of Natanz we started to see to our west
artillery emplacements, with only a few 10 by 20-foot buildings to be
guarded. Ali told us that we were
passing the underground nuclear power facility and when we asked why it was
underground he told us with a big smile they didn’t want to disturb the
beautiful desert. Eventually we came
upon a complex which was more heavily guarded but had power line towers leading
north towards the cities. The site did
not look like the nuclear power complexes we have in the us with the tall
stacks. We stopped at a rest stop/gas
station to buy water and take a rest break.
There was one unisex room with a dozen “bomb site” stalls with
doors. Men, woman and children were
flowing in and out of the stalls but it did not appeal to our woman.
Eventually we reached the outskirts of Kashan where we exited and
entered the old section of the city.
Kashan is reportedly the city that the three wise men started their trek
to see Jesus. We stopped to take pictures of the remains of the city wall and
an ice house. In olden times they would
creat small ponds in the freezing weather, cut the ice and store it packed in
There is a story that when the Arabs tried to capture the city in
the 7th century they found the wall impregnable so the Arab General
had his men gather scorpions and throw them over the wall and the inhabitants
surrendered.
The major sites to tour in the city are the traditional houses
built in the 1800s by wealth merchants.
The first house we stopped to tour is supposed to be the most
beautiful. It was closed for the
holiday. Across the street we were able
to tour the Khan-e Tabatabei which has beautiful intricate relief designs
carved into stone. The house was designed
with a central courtyard with a reflecting (not swimming) pool and on one end
was the “exterior” rooms used for entertaining; the other end had the
“interior” rooms where the families (father and sons families) lived. Below their rooms were underground rooms that
were cooler in the summer. Off to the
side were the servants quarters.
Around the corner we toured the Khan-e Abbasin complex which has
six buildings and numerous courtyards.
The rooms had beautiful decorations and stained glass windows. Ali reported that all other sites worth
seeing in the city were closed for the holiday, so we boarded the bus and
resumed our journey north.
At 1:30PM we stopped for lunch at one of the Toll Road rest areas. It was similar to a stop on the NJ Turnpike with
a large gas station next to a building of restaurants. The parking lot was very crowded and a
uniformed man was directing traffic and cars to parking spots.
Inside there was fast food on the left and sit down on the right
with a very long line waiting for tables.
The restrooms were large and clean but without western toilets. We elected to order from the fast food
side. Over the counter were pictures of
the selection, including hamburgers, fried chicken and pizza. I ordered fried chicken and a tossed
salad. The chicken arrived with coleslaw and French fries. It was quite good
although not the same flavor as KFC.
After the meal we stopped in the Ice Cream Shop and I had two scoops of
a delicious coffee ice cream.
Back on the road we by-passed Qom ,
a scheduled stop to visit the shrine of Fatima ,
after Ali received word that it was too crowded to get in. We pressed on to the tomb of Ayatollah Khomeini,
an impressive site which had a large enough parking lot that despite the crowds
we were able to find a spot to take photos.
The gold dome over his tomb has been removed and is under
restoration. There are two other domes
and four gold minarets in the complex.
We arrived at our hotel at 5:30PM.
It is the former Intercontinental Hotel, Fatemi Avenue , but was renamed after the
revolution as the Laleh International Hotel.
It claims five stars but the pool is dry, the room air conditioning has
been turned off. Our room was on the
sunny side of the building and was 10 to 20 degrees warmer than the hall. We complained and they send up a big fan and
even with the window wide open the room was uncomfortable. Jerry Ray and I eat in the French Restaurant
on the top floor with a view of the city lights. I had French Onion soup and Pepper Steak
which was tough. For dessert we had a
nice flam.
The Internet room had one direct hookup and I had to wait to get
on before dinner, but after dinner, I got right on but there were few messages.
Nov 7 (Wed) Tehran
My last night in Iran
on the Five Stans plus Iran Tour was the worst.
The warm room, noisy fan and hard mattress combined for a restless
night.
Breakfast was slightly different.
They had a chef cooking omelets and I had a nice one egg cheese omelet
along with a taste orange I had bought in Esfahan
and had refrigerated in the room all night.
After breakfast, I was able to get on the Internet with ease
although they have charged me for one hour since I arrived and I have not been
hooked up for more than 20 minutes.
Our tour started at the Carpet
Museum close to the
hotel. There we learned about the styles
from the various areas of greater Iran and saw some unique carpets such as a
double-sided carpet, one with world leaders faces and a 500-year-old carpet
that had ended up in the Rockefeller family and donated to the county in the
late 1960’s.
We boarded our bus and drove past the former American Embassy,
with large banners on the fence with anti-American statements made by Ayatollah
Khomeini, in 1979 such as:
“Today, the United States
is the most hated government in the world”
“Down with the USA ”
And several others I was not able to get a good picture of.
Our next stop was the National
Museum which was a large building
containing items from Persepolis . Followed by a stop at the Glass and Ceramics Museum housed in a beautiful residential
building. The building was built alone
western style by a Persian Family and eventually was used as an embassy when
the Shahs wife had the government buy it and turn it into a museum. The building was more interesting than the
objects in the museum.
Lunch was at the Luxe Talaee Restaurant where we had nice
kababs. After lunch we drove north to
the Sa’d Abad Museum Complex on the slope of the Alborz Mountains . The complex has many museums but we only
visited the White Place
and the Green Place . The White
Place was the Shah’s summer residence and is
impressive by its more modern ornate furnishings, wall and ceiling decorations.
The Green
Place is at the highest point of the complex and
we had to take a bus to reach it. It was
the Shah’s father’s residence and was built on top of the former owner of the
estate. The original house was converted
into the kitchen and storage rooms.
On the way back to the hotel Ali had the bus driven past
the Foreign Residence Compound where I believe my mother lived in the early
1970’s. It had many two-story homes with
garages behind walls and a small shopping center with several US fast food
outlets. It is still the residence for
foreigners today so I think it was the area my mother lived.
Back at the hotel the group leaving (everyone except IQ and
Maggie, who are going to the Caspian Sea for a few days before flying to Vienna
for a family reunion.) decided to meet for dinner in the Coffee Shop at 6PM (I
have to check out by 7:30PM to leave for my flight).
We ordered items that we had had since we left the states
and had a grand time recounting some of the highs and lows of the trip. I had trout (yes, Judy the head was still on
it) which was delicious with apple pie-la-mode for desert. Lou wanted a smaller desert and ordered just
ice cream and ended up with a bowel of four different flavors. She asked if she get a doggie bag so she
could take it on the flight. We finished
by 7:10 and I rushed to the room to finish packing and meet Ali in the
lobby. He drove me to the airport in his
own car. We had a lengthy discussion on
cruise ship travel. Next month he takes
a group of wealthy Iranians to tour the US
(NYC, LA, SF, Hawaii ,
etc.). Next week he is taking his wife
to Dubai . The new Ayatollah Khomeini International Airport is 30km south of the city.
Before we could reach the expressway we had a nerve-racking drive
through the city streets from the hotel.
Everyone dares one another it the intersection and refuse to let another
car have a right away.
When we drove past Ayatollah Khomeini's tomb
there was a strong odor that caused Ali to close his window. He told me they raise cows in the area. It smelled like the Omaha stockyards. We joked about it being next to the tomb.
Ali left me at the door of the terminal because
passengers have to go through a Security Check Point to get to the ticket
counters. It took an hour to get to the
airport. My flight was scheduled for
11:30PM and I arrived at 8:30PM. The
Gulf Air ticket counter was empty and one of the Iran Air agents told me not to
expect it to be staffed until 9:30PM.
There were internet kiosks throughout the terminal area and I signed on
and cleaned up my email and read articles about Curt Schilling resigning with
the Red Sox which made me happy. Eventually, the counter was staffed and I received my boarding pass. Next, I had to process through Customs and
Immigration which had us wait even though there was a woman on duty, for 30
minutes. Passed her there was another
security checkpoint near the gate. It
was staffed but I was told to wait until one hour before takeoff. Eventually, I arrived at the gate and they
didn’t start boarding until 11:20. Onboard I found that the A-320 which seats 109 passengers had only a couple of
dozen passengers and the flight attendants wanted us all to set near the front
of the plane so they could better serve us.
The plane broke ground at 11:40PM and I skipped the meal and slept most
of the way.
My instructions for Bahrain were to process through the
“Fast Path” Passport Control point and by the time I got to the carousel my
back was already there. Once I exited
the baggage claim I was a little apprehensive because there was no one with a
sign to greet me. I stood sort of
bewildered and searched through my bag to find the paper with the name of the
Guide and Tour Company to call. Just
then a distinguished-looking 50-year-old gentleman with a gray goatee appeared
and inquired if I was from Advantage Tours.
His name was Abdulla, a Shiite Muslim, and partner in the Ghadeer Tour
Agency.
By the time I got to my fabulous room (the best
on the trip) in the Sheraton Bahrain Hotel, 6 Palace, Avenue, Manama , and crawled into bed it was 2:30AM.
Map of the Gulf States Tour
Nov 8 (Thu) Manama , Bahrain
I arose at 6AM from a sound sleep, had
breakfast (the usual options except the orange juice was fresh squeezed,
checked out the internet (cable in the room but you have to purchase a
password), and gathered my hat and fanny pack for the day’s tour.
At 8:30AM, Abdulla was in the lobby and my
companions showed up. They are Edna from
Santa Monica, and Ed from Las Vegas . They meet several years ago traveling with
the same group on several trips and after Ed’s wife died that pare off to save
money. She is approaching 200 countries
and he is approaching 100 countries on this trip. Edna’s sister lived in Saudi Arabia in
the early 1980’s and she has a son-in-law that is an Indian Muslim. As opposed to the Five Stans groups, which
were all Republicans, they are Bush hatters.
Our tour started with a drive around the city
viewing the new skyscrapers, the world trade center,financial harbor, Bab
al-Bahrain gate, and unique wind generators (three wind turbines installed
between two identical buildings).
Our first stop was at the Beit al-Quran
Museum which houses a
collection of Qurans, calligraphy, and manuscripts. I saw some very unique rolls of paper with
phrases from the Quran written in various ways.
One way would have the Arabic letter’s shapes contain scripts from the
Quran. I also saw words from the Quran
written on seeds and rice. The building
was very nice.
Next stop was the Al-Fatih Mosque. An impressive new building built on reclaimed
land in the mid-1980s. Young ladies
with veils guided us trough the mosque with detailed explanations on the
procedures of Muslim prayers and the religion.
The mosque is new with stain glass windows and shiny marble floors and a
solid carpet in the prayer area, but it was in sharp contrast to the
beautifully tiled and decorated mosque’s I visited in the ‘stans and Iran . I was given literature and a free English
translation of the Quran.
From the mosque we drove around Muharraq Island
and returned to stop at the National
Museum . The museum is very well organized with displays
translated to English. It has different
concentrations in six rooms on two floors.
I particularly liked the Arts and Crafts area where they had life-size
wax models of people in native dress, making the crafts. But, my favorite display was a fully restored
1932 Buick Sedan complete with shop manual that was the model the New Zealander
drove on the island when he discovered oil for the first time in the region.
We then drove out of the city to the Qala’at
al-Bahrain Fort, overlooking the north coast.
The fort was built by the Portuguese in the 16th century to
guard their ships sailing the “Spice
Route ”. We
didn’t tour the fort, just drove around it taking pictures and then it was off
to lunch at the food court of a shopping mall.
The court had a Burger King, KFC, Subway, Baskin and Robbins, Dairy
Queen plus local outlets. We choose a
local outlet and I had a seafood dish with shrimp, pieces of fish and scallops
on a sizzling platter.
The mall was just like a US mall and Ed
went into a Radio Shack type store to get fresh batteries for his camera. After lunch we drove past the Sakhir Grand
Prix Racecar Track to the Al-Areen
Wildlife Park
and Reserve 35km south of the city. The
route took us past the King’s residence which is set back from the highway so
we didn’t get to see much except a huge flag of Bahrain .
In the Wildlife Park
there were a number of African species and one ancient turtle. Another 30-minute drive we reached the Dar An
Neft oil fields were locals set up tents for the weekend,much like a campsite
in the other parts of the world.
Abdulla, told us that they bring portable generators, port-a-potties,
small refrigerators and TV to these tents.
In the oil field is the original well with a museum (closed) next to it
which now produces gas. We stopped to
take photos and then drove back to the hotel.
I worked on my journal and emails until 7PM
then wandered around the shopping mall under the World Trade
Center . The mall connects to the hotel. At 7:30 I met Edna and Ed and we had a buffet
dinner in the hotel restaurant.
Nov 9 (Fri) Manama to Doha , Qatar
We checked out of the hotel at 8:30AM to drive
to the airport for our flight to Qatar . This time at the first security check they
wrapped our luggage with a security band.
Check-in, the passport control and second security were not the hassle I
had experienced in Tehran . I proceeded to the gate while Edna and Ed
shopped for wine.
The flight to Qatar
was 30 minutes and when I exited the aircraft (Qatar has NO airbridges) I was
greeted with a young lady holding a sign with our names. We were directed to the first bus and driven
to the terminal where we were seated in a waiting room. The young lady gathered our passport and a
credit card and processed our visa while we read English language newspapers
and had free drinks and nuts.
At the customs desk the young lady handed our
passports to a supervisor and he waved us through handing us back the passport
as we passed by him. Our bags had to be
screened again. I had Edna’s suitcase on
my cart and my load passed right through.
Ed’s was singled out to be searched and I exited the arrival hall and
was met by another young lady who directed me to the tour agencies booth. After a while Edna and Ed joined us. They told me that he was caught with the wine
and they took it and will return it to him when we depart – which is for Kuwait City
which also does not allow passengers to bring in wine. In both countries you can drink it in the
hotels.
We were deposited in the former Sofetel (now the
Mercure Grand Hotel), Musherib Street, Doha ,
in the center of the city. While we were
sitting in the lobby, while Essam, our guide checked us in, there were kids
running through the lobby and load sounds coming from a meeting room with
trumpets blowing and loud choruses of “Jesus, Amen“. Some Christian group (certainly not Muslim)
was holding church services (Friday, is the “Sunday” in this part of the
world).
I had a buffet lunch in the Hotel Restaurant
(salad and fish). The city has siesta
from noon until 3PM every day. Essam is
a soft Muslim from Egypt
with a fair command of English. He has
been in the country for 12 years and at one time was married to a German girl
who converted to Muslim but then they divorced.
I had a buffet lunch in the Hotel Restaurant by
myself. At 3:30PM Essam picked us up and
we drove to a souk where we walked around visiting the various specialty
shops. One unusual shop sold falcons and
the support equipment (falcon hoods, heavy gloves, tethers and stands, etc.) to
train and hunt with a falcon. The souk
had wider passageways and little crowd compared to the bazaars we have been
in. In the open areas were Arab men
singing and acting out the songs.
We left the souk and drove to the camel
market. Unfortunately the sunset so it
was dark, but we were able to take some pictures. Nearby was the food market with fresh fruits
and vegetables similar to markets all over the world.
As we drove to our restaurant, Essam asked us
if we were interested in see some Arabian horses. Why not, so he took us to the Equestrian Center which was very impressive. Betting on horses is illegal in Qatar but they
have a track with free admission.
Dinner was at a Qatar traditional restaurant. Essam ordered a little of everything and it
is one of the best meals I had on the whole trip.
Tomorrow we go on a desert safari and swim in
the Gulf with a BBQ cookout for lunch on the beach.
Nov 10 (Sat) Doha
At 9AM we were picked up by a driver in a Toyota 4WD
Land Cruiser for the
drive south to the desert. As we left the
populated area we approached a lone gas station with the first oil well we had
seen in Qatar
behind it. At the gas station our driver
(not a very talkative type) refueled, let air out of the tires and loaded up on
bottled water. When we exited the gas
station we left the paved road and set out across the desert. A second vehicle joined us and took the lead
as we drove up and down large sand dunes sometimes sliding down sideways and
coming close to tipping over. The dunes
were covered with vehicle tracks that indicated that this is a popular “sport”. Forty-five minutes into the drive we stopped
for a “Kodak moment” on a bluff overlooking the sea. I removed my shoes and ventured out to take
pictures. I introduced myself to the
passengers of the other vehicle, one man, (Ron) and three women (one who was
traveling with Ron named Ashley). Ron is
from Lake Tahoe and is traveling on business
with a side trip to visit Ashley. Ashley
is originally from Ann Arbor , her Grandparents
live in Topanga Canyon ,
and she has been living in London and took a job
at a startup bank in Qatar
4 months ago. One of the other women has
been in Qatar
for several years with her husband who is building a water desalination
plant. The third woman is her friend
visiting from England .
After the picture taking we continued up and
down the dunes until we came upon a hard flat surface that looked like a
runway. Near the end of the runway was a
truck towing a large 4 wheel trailer full of trash bags. The driver and passengers from the truck
waved down the lead vehicle. We both
stopped and saw that one of the trailer’s tires was flat. The lead vehicle’s driver produced a portable
air compressor which he hooked to his battery and inflated the tire. Back on the road we came upon a campsite with
many tents on a buff close to the sea.
Fish were jumping out of the water and we could see the mountains of Saudi Arabia across
the bay.
The campsite is the Emir’s fishing camp where
the day before he hosted the King of Syria.
It was a beautiful spot. We waded
in the Gulf, took pictures and I found a nice seashell. Forty minutes later after more up and down
dune driving we arrived at the Tour Agency’s campsite with a beach on the
water. A series of tents which included
four of the Bedouin type with carpet floors and large colorful lounge pillows,
a volleyball court, stage, cooking huts and a shaded area with tables and
chairs.
Lunch was delicious kabobs with the Lebanese
spreads and flatbread.
Some of us changed into swimsuits and set out
to swim in the Gulf only to discover that a number of jellyfish had the same
idea. Ed brushed one and that ended the
swim. We sat in the shade and traded
stories of our lives and travels. Ron is
British by birth but has lived in the US for 42 years. He owns a 1957 Rolls Royce, a Ferrari and an
Audi. Ashley told us how she came to
work in Qatar . We had a big discussion on the new James Bond
and American TV shows. One woman loves
Brothers and Sisters since it reminds her of her family. They told us that ER is a big favorite in England .
Edna has been very active in the Sierra Club
and told us about her adventures climbing the highest peak in every state and
many mountains around the world including a base camp on Everest. Ed told us about having climbed Mt. Fuji
last month and Ron told us about dog sledding in Alaska .
It was a very pleasant relaxing afternoon. At 3PM we started back and stopped to get the
tires re-inflated at Seawell
Beach , a resort where the
locals go and where you can rent dune buggies and ATVs.
After a couple of hours in the hotel we were
met by Merriam, our guide’s fiancée to drive us to a local Indian Restaurant
for dinner. After so many kabobs it was
interesting to have a major change, especially when we saw so many Indians on
the streets. They are the predominate
ex-pats in the country. A little on
Merriam; she is from Morocco
and teaches 6th grade in a French Private school.
We were back at the hotel by 9PM.
Nov 11 (Sun) Doha to Kuwait City
We checked out of the hotel at 9AM to tour the Qatar National
Museum . We found the museum closed but the guard let
us in to the museum compound to see the buildings. The main building is the Kings Residence
prior to the discovery of oil. In
addition, the complex has a traditional dwelling and a lagoon. Next we visited a wealthy residence that has
been converted to a museum with artworks, a gallery of Historical Photos of Qatar , and a
large display of Italian furniture and clothing for the visit of the President
of Italy this week. That finished our
tour of Qatar . Essam had promised Ed a Turkish Coffee so we
stopped at a café on the waterfront to order one. It was interesting to see men sitting around
playing table games. We watched one that
had a board with holes in each corner and the men would flick a checker with
one finger to knock one of the other checkers into a hole.
Both Ed and Edna had Turkish coffee and Essam
smoked a water pipe. The smoking is not
based on tobacco. It was relaxing to just
sit on the water edge discussing the Arab and Iranian attitudes toward the US . Eventually we left for the airport for our
flight to Kuwait . Check-in was painless, I was able to make a
quick email check near the gate and then boarding 30 minutes before the
scheduled take-off. The flight broke
ground FIVE minutes BEFORE scheduled take off.
The plane was a new A-321 and was less than a quarter full so I had a
row to myself.
The landing in Kuwait City
was smooth. Before we could clear
customs we had to purchase a Visa. It was
an interesting process. First, we took a
ticket number; second we filled in a simple form; third, when our number flashed
over a processing clerk, I handed him the form and my passport; fourth, I was
directed to the end of the counter where I was handed my passport with a paper
visa. With the visa form in hand I was
waived through Passport Control, piled my luggage on a trolley, and was waived
through Customs and was met by our tour guide.
We turned over our bags to a representative of our hotel (Courtyard Marriot)
and proceeded to the tour bus.
We drove into the city, toured around the
sights of the city and then stopped at the National Museum
which was closed so we toured the souks, first the hard goods and clothing
goods souks, then the fruits and vegetable market and finished at the gold
souks. The gold souks were still closed
for siesta.
Next, tour was the Beit Alsadu, House of
Traditional Weaving. When we entered
there was a weaving class for women in session.
They showed us a video of the history of traditional weaving and then we
saw displays of various styles. When we
left the building the sun had set and we then passed a huge shopping center and
stopped at the fish market. It was impressive
for several reasons: first, the vast number of stalls; second, the variety of
fish; and third, the lack of flies and smells.
It was now dark, so we decided to go to dinner. Our guide selected a traditional Arab
restaurant where we sat outside under a canopy and had the Lebanese dips, flatbread, shrimp and mixed kebabs.
Delicious!
At the Courtyard Marriot, Al Shuhada Street,
Kuwait City, we had to pass through security to enter the hotel ground floor and
the reception was on the second floor.
The room was as good as I have experienced on the trip with the Internet
connection in the room.
Nov 12 (Mon) Kuwait City
to Muscat , Oman
We started our tour at 9AM. The first stop was the Kuwait National
Museum which had been
damage and looted by the Iraqi Army during Gulf War I. Some of the buildings are still under repair. Cameras were not allowed. One of the buildings we visited was the
Planetarium which had a nice IMAX show of Mars.
Overall this was not as impressive as some of the other National Museum I have visited on the trip.
Next stop was the Tareo Rajab
Museum in a private
residence. This museum was saved from
looting by its design. When you the home
there is three series of steps with landings and the walls had museum
objects. At the bottom was a beautiful
tiled wall. The story goes that when the
Iraqis entered the building they saw the few objects on the sidewalls and the
tiled wall and thought that was the extent of the museum and left it
untouched. Behind the tiled wall is the
main museum with outstanding displays of historical art, objects, coins, firearms,
manuscripts, clothing and jewelry. It was a lot more impressive than the National Museum and well displayed. Again no cameras were allowed. The owner of the museum also owns an English language Grade School
down the block. The museum was full of
students from the school drawing objects that they were then to report to their
class.
From the museum we drove to the famous Kuwait
Landmark, Kuwait
Towers . Three towers on the edge of the Gulf shaped
like ancient perfume bottles. We took an
elevator to the observation deck in the top of the large bubble. The upper floor of the two-floor deck rotates
360 degrees per half hour. It provides
beautiful views of the city and the offshore islands. Below we could see a water amusement park
located between the towers and the beach.
On the walls were pictures of the destruction the Iraqis did to the
facility and the restaurant in the tower next door.
By now it was time for lunch so our guide took
us to the huge shopping mall – very much like a US mall. We took an escalator to the second floor and
had our choice of KFC, Burger King, McDonalds, Chili’s and Applebee’s. We selected Chili’s and I had a delicious
salad and the first Iced Tea in three weeks.
It was now time to return to the hotel to check out and drive to the airport. At
the hotel we got our confirmation for a 1605 flight to Muscat on Oman Airlines. On the way to the airport Edna and Ed decided
to give the wine to the driver and guide rather than have it confiscated at
check-in. They hid the bottles under
their seats since they could get in trouble even having it in the vehicle.
Our guide left us at the security before check-in and remarked that he didn’t see a 1605 flight to Muscat on the board. A baggage handler led us to Oman Airlines
check-in and there was a long line of Indians with huge luggage in the Economy
line. We were at the end and noticed no
one was moving – even at the lone Business Class line. The display boards listed our flight
departure as 1735. The baggage handler
and I decided we looked that part to get into the Business Class line and
eventually we reached the counter and were told that their computer was very
slow reacting. She processed us very
quickly and we then went through Immigration, Customs and another security x-ray. Our gate was at the end of the terminal. We found three seats and waited over an hour
when then started processing the passengers into another room with another x-ray. I had been talking to a British businessman
that lives in Kuwait
earlier and when he passed through this third x-ray they open his bag and
removed his shaving cream.
The Business Class passengers lined up at the
entrance to another hall that had the air bridge gateway at the end of
it. We sat and read (the plane had still
not arrived). Eventually, the plane
arrived and passengers disembarked and the standing line got longer. I started to get concerned about overhead
space and didn’t want to get stuck with no room. One of the Business Class women left the line
and sat next to us. She told us that the
crowd was from a canceled Kuwait Air flight to Dubai
and since our flight was stopping there en route to Muscat the people had been rescheduled and
many were unhappy since they could not sit in Business Class on our plane. When the line started moving I got up with
her and entered the position that several men had saved for her and was able to
get to my row before anyone had used the overhead. Every seat was taken and the bins were full
and it was a fiasco. The wealthy Saudi
looking businessmen that entered at the last from the canceled flight had to
sit in the very back and had great difficulty with their luggage. I removed what I could from the overhead and
placed it under the seat in front of me.
The plane was stuffy and I removed my ticket wallet that I hang around
my neck with my ticket and passport and placed it in the seat pocket.
It was an 1 hour and 25-minute flight to Dubai . We did not depart the plane but they had the
cleaning crew come on board. The Muscat
passengers were stretching their legs walking up and down the aisle while a
cleaner was trying to vacuum – it was a ”Keystone Cops” moment. After cleaning, the plane filled again and there was problems getting all the carry-ons stowed.
At Muscat there
was no Air Bridge and we boarded a bus to the
terminal. First stop in the terminal for
us was Visa Purchase. As we got to the
counter to purchase an Oman
visa I realized I had left my ticket wallet in the seat pocket on the
plane. PANIC!! I informed the Airport Police and they
conferred with the Oman Agent and I was told to sit and wait. Our original schedule had us arriving at 9PM
which was late enough – with the delayed departure it was now 10:30PM and I
hated to delay Edna and Ed. Eventually,
they showed up with the wallet and I was able to quickly process through Visa
Purchase, Immigration, baggage claim and Customs to find them waiting for
me. I apologized and was told they had
just gotten out because Ed’s bag didn’t show and he had to file a claim when
they discovered it had fallen off the belt and was on the ramp under the plane.
Our Guide met us – his name is Khalib and he is
from a fisherman’s family in the coastal city of Shinas near the UAE border. He is married and his wife has just had their
first child which he proudly showed us pictures of on his cell phone.
We were in our nice room in the Radisson SAS
Hotel, Al Kuleiah Street ,
by mid-night.
Nov 13 (Tue) Muscat
We started our Muscat City
tour at 9AM with a tour of the Sultan Qaboos Grand Mosque. It is a new mosque funded by the Sultan and
is open to the public in the morning. It
is so new that it is not mentioned in the Guide Books we had. The Sultan encourages foreigners to tour the
mosque and learn about the Muslim religion and customs. It is a huge beautiful complex equal to any
of the mosques I have visited.
Leaving the mosque we started our tour of the
city passing through the city gate towards the sea. The rocky mountains come very close to the
sea. In the Mutrah area of Muscat we drove along the
cornice with the watchtowers and fort overlooking the drive. We told our Khalib that we were not
interested in visiting the fish market which was on our schedule and he
bypassed it to stop at the Mutrah Souk.
The entrance has a modern façade but inside you have the same look as
other old souks with many corridors to wander through.
Following our time in the souk we re-boarded
our vehicle to drive to Old Muscat. The
Cornish leads through a gateway into a walled city with a beautiful harbor in
front of the Sultan’s Palace. After
stopping for picture taking of the waterfront and the fort above we drove to
the Place for more pictures. Khalib insisted
on taking my picture wearing his Omani skull cap.
Back in the vehicle we drove to Bait Al Zubair,
a museum in a restored ancient merchant’s home that displays pictures and
artifacts of the history of Oman . This museum was the last stop on the day’s
tour.
Back at the hotel we were scheduled to purchase
our own lunch. I walked across the
street to a strip mall to eat at a place the Khalib recommended named the Automatic
Lebanese Restaurant. I don’t know what
is automatic about it but I had a nice hummus with meat dish.
Back in the room I attempted to write my
journal and got to review my pictures to create an outline and start dozing
off. I lay down for a nap and slept 4
hours. The two short nights due to
flying had gotten to me.
I awoke to met Edna and Ed for dinner in the
hotel restaurant at 7:30PM. I had two
Foster beers with my meal which was a pick your own BBQ. My picks were rock lobster tail, salmon, beef
and a white fish, very delicious.
Back in the room by 9PM, I checked email and
finished my journal for the 12th.
Nov 14 (Wed) Muscat
We started at 8AM on a two-hour drive to the
city of Nizwa in the mountainous region of
Al-Dakhiliyah Region, southwest of Muscat . On the way we stopped at a high
point overlooking the village
of Birkat Al-Mawz which
roughly translates as “Banana Pool”.
From our point we looked down on several large villas in palm tree
groves and the Bait-al-Radidah fort.
Once we arrived in Nizwa we toured the Nizwa
Souk and the Nizwa Fort. The fort was
built in the 17th century and is considered one of the best ones to
tour in the country which has hundreds of forts. I climbed to the top where I was able to take
pictures of the city, the souk area and the mosque next door.
Back on the road, we stopped for a photoshoot
of camels grazing on the side of the highway and then at a high
point overlooking the village
of Bahla with the remains
of a 600-year-old wall that circled the city to protect it from criminals that
used to raid the city for money and women.
Down in the city we visited a Pottery Factory which still makes pottery
with old fashion methods. A mound of mud
was piled next to brick and stone pools.
The mud was placed in the pool with other ingredients and water filled
to the top, in the next pool the mud was drying to clay, and in the third pool
it was clay covered with plastic. The
clay is taken in buckets to the room where the turning wheels are and the
plates, vases and cups are formed. Next
to that room was the kilns that fired the objects. In the past the kilns used wood but the
government has made the factory switch to natural gas. It was an experience to see the old fashioned
way after the more modern pottery factories I have toured in other countries.
It was now lunchtime so we drove to the Jabrin Castle
for a picnic lunch. The hotel had
provided box lunches which included tomato, cheese, and sliced meat sandwich,
hummus, and pita bread, rice and fried chicken paddy, an apple and an
orange. Khalib spread out a mat and we
sat in the shade of a large tree and eat our lunch.
After lunch we toured the Castle which is the
best-preserved castle in the region and possibly the country. It has many rooms connected by hidden
passageways. It is not lavishly
decorated but the stairs and the walls are in good condition.
After the tour Khalib took off across the rocky
desert on what he told us was a short cut to the highway back to Muscat . It was rough but not too long and we entered
the highway. The highways in Oman were
built by a German Contractor and are as smooth as glass.
The scenery on the road to Muscat
was desert with rocky mountains – like so many other areas I visited on this
trip it reminds me of driving in southern California
to Las Vegas or Palm Springs .
Once we arrived in Muscat in the area of our hotel Khalib wanted
us to view the city from the top a sandy hill in the desert near our
hotel. He set forth in our Toyota Land
Cruiser in four-wheel drive and attempted to climb the hill. Twice we got stuck and he had to back down to
try again. On the third attempt, we got
close to the top but could not get all the way and he stopped so we could take
pictures. Ed has the same model in the
states and drives off-road a lot. Khalib
and Ed decided that the tires needed to let the air out to enable the vehicle
to operate more effectively in the sand.
Anyway, we got the view and returned to the hotel.
The evening dinner was scheduled to take place
in a traditional restaurant which Khalib selected as the Automatic Lebanese
Restaurant that we had lunch in the day before.
Ed was to pay for the three of us and be reimbursed by Khalib the next
day. Our eyes were bigger than our
stomachs, we each ordered an appetizer, hummus, tabouleh, and mojabal, and
then swami, lamb chops, and shish kebab.
We left half the foot and still felt stuffed.
Nov 15 (Thu) Muscat to Sohar
We checked out of the hotel at 8AM and started
the drive north along the coast to Sohar.
An hour up the road we turned off the highway to the city of Barka and on to its
beach. We drove up the beach watching
people fishing and arrived at a large crowd of men on the beach and numerous
cars and pickup trucks parked. We
stopped and entered the crowd to see displays of fresh fish and fishermen
carrying them from their boats to a mat in front of a man with an accounting
ledger. A lot of discussion would take
place which we learned was the bidding for the fish and the amount would be
recorded and the fish moved to the pickup trucks.
Nearby was a group gutting fish and across the
paved road from the parking lot was a covered fish market. I guess wholesale is conducted on the beach
and retail is conducted in the market.
As we left Barka we drove past meat markets and
supermarkets (hard goods and clothes, etc.) across the main highway to the road
to Nakhal. Nakhal is in a valley with
mountains close by and has one of the best forts to visit. The fort predates Islam and until the last 5
years was still the residence of the local Wali (Mayor). It was a beautiful tour and the view from
the top was spectacular. It was nice to
see most of the rooms containing rugs, books, dishes, beds, and colorful
pillows. The rooms were cleverly
designed to have gun ports that catch the breeze, yet still, make it difficult
to shoot through from the outside.
A few miles from the fort we stopped at the
Ath-Thowra hot spring. Hot water flows
from the rocks into catchment pools and troughs into the river, and since it
was the end of the week the place was crawling with teenage boys having swims
and BBQ. They were singing beating on
large water bottles (Arrowhead size) as drums.
When we approached they started singing American songs. For a group of sober young men, they were
acting like a wild fraternity party picnic.
In the river (which was not very deep) were small kids playing, and
across the river, families setting up picnic mats to be away from the noisy
young men.
When we returned to the highway at Barka, Khalib
stopped at a Camel Farm where we were able to take pictures of newly born
camels and special bread camels that were masked so they can’t eat between meals
and are fed a special diet when they do eat.
An hour and ten minutes later we entered the
gates of Sohar and Khalib turned off the highway into a restaurant. Khalib helped us order the fish specials. Ed’s was a local fish with a lot of
bones. Edna and I had Kingfish in a
sauce so we couldn’t tell where the bone was but it must have been cut like a
swordfish steak and we managed to get through it without swallowing any bones.
From the restaurant, we drove to the Sohar Beach
Resort to check-in. We were assigned
Chalets with an entryway leading to a kitchen.
To the right was a toilet and sink, to the left through double doors,
was a living room as large as my living room in Woodland Hills. Next to the kitchen was a door to the 10 x15
ft dressing room, off the dressing room a 15X15 ft bath and the bedroom which
is the same size as the living room. The
bedroom has sliding glass doors to the pool and a short walk to the beach.
I changed into my trunks and ventured out
asking a couple what the water temperature was like in the pool and the
ocean. Their answer was both are the
same as the outside air. I walked down
to the gulf and waged in and walked and walked.
The man that had given me the temperature appeared and told me it was a
long walk before you could swim without hitting the bottom with your stroke. Eventually we arrived at a point where the
water was chest high and I was able to swim.
When I returned to the pool and showered I
found the large pool to be the same temperature – not exactly refreshing but it
was my first venture on the trip. The couple was Dutch, one works at the seaport for a Dutch company and the other flew
in for a holiday.
Dinner was buffet style outside and I was able
to order a Fosters. That night I didn’t
sleep too well – it was like I had a temperature when I went to bed and when I
awoke I was soaking wet.
Nov 16 (Fri) Sohar to Dubai
We checked out of the hotel at 8AM for the long
drive to Dubai . Shortly after leaving the hotel I realized I
didn’t have my Tilley Hat and we returned to discover that it was not left in
the room or in the hotel. It must have
fallen out of the car at our lunch stop.
On the way out of Sohar we drove down the Cornish past the fort which
was on our itinerary but closed on Fridays. At the next city, Shimas, which is
Khalib home town, Khalib drove down to the beach and then proceeded north where
we could see the fisherman stringing out nets and then hauling them in via a pickup truck. The buildings along the
beach were deserted and there were vast open areas. Khalib explained that the Government was
planning to build a beach resort with a number of hotels..The beach and Gulf in
this area are surely inviting so I can see that it would be a great place to build
hotels. I was just surprised that people
had not built villas in the area.
Back on the highway we soon reached the UAE
border. The processing was handled by
Khalib and did not take very long. The
first Emirate that borders on Oman
is Al Fujayrah. The city of Al Fujayrah is on the coast and we toured the city on then just north is
the Omani village of Madha which is at the
base of a mountain. It is not entirely
clear why this mountain and its village are not part of the UAE but driving in
from Al Fujayrah you can notice the difference.
The street lights are different, as is the road surface and the style of
the houses. Since the houses are
provided free by the government they look the same and are a lot cleaner than
the UAE house on the road leading to the enclave.
The next stop was in the city of Dibba on the border between the UAE and the Omani Musandam
Peninsula . We stopped at the beach park and since it was
Friday there were a lot of people on the beach and picking in the shady
park. Note that no women were swimming
or were wearing swimming suits. Those
not wearing abeyyas were at least wearing jeans.
Ten minutes out of town we stopped at the Al
Bidya Mosque made of stone and mudbrick, and dates back to 1446AD.
Leaving the Gulf of Oman
coast we drove across the UAE peninsula where the desert sand turned to
orange. Along the way we passed Bedouin
camps (some set up for tourists) camels grazing in the desert and not
villages. The highway was smooth and as
we approach the Arabian Gulf coast the traffic
increased. Along the way, we passed
through areas administered by the Emirates of: Fujeirah, Sharjah, Ras Al Khaimah,
Umm Al Qaiwain, Ajman and Dubai .
Arriving in the city of Dubai near the Airport we encountered traffic
jams created by road closers. I could
tell that Khalib was not sure how to get to our hotel, the Flora Grand Hotel, Al Rigga Road . There is also a Flora Park Hotel in the same
area. He stopped for lunch and we
noticed that he was talking to the Doorman at a nearby hotel. He told Khalib we were close but the streets
are torn up for the construction of a subway system and he could not direct
Khalib to the hotel. After lunch (I had
a Chicken Swami) we set out to find the hotel.
Several times we saw it but could not drive to it. We were trapped several times by street
closers. After 40 minutes we finally got
on a street that was not barricaded and drove to the hotel.
The hotel was in a hotel district. No liquor is offered (an Indian Hotel next
door has a nightclub where you can buy drinks), and my room was the smallest of
the trip. I did have a Fosters in the
hotel next door before dinner. The dinner
was buffet style and more western choices that Arabic choices then we have
experienced on the trip.
Nov 17 (Sat) Dubai
We met our tour guide at 9AM and set out to
tour the northern Emirates. Our Guide
was named Vinod, an Indian from Calcutta who has
worked in Dubai
as a Guide for nine years. He only sees
his family in India
for 4 to 6 weeks every 18 months. He
drove the same highway north that we entered Dubai on the previous day. Even though it was the weekend the commuter
traffic into the city was crawling, we were happy to be driving counter to the
commute except the van did not have cruise control and had a beeper that beeped
continuously when the van exceeded 120km which is the speed limit on the
highways. Everyone drove between120km
and 140km so the beeper was on most of the time. There are radar and cameras along the highway
and if you exceed 140km your car’s picture is taken and you have to pay a fine
for each occurrence during the year before you can renew your drivers or auto
license.
The first Emirate north of Dubai
is Sharjah which has lower cost of living so many ex-pats that work in Dubai live there. The weather was morning fog and we could not
see very far from the road on either side.
At an exit to Sharjah we turned east to drive 50km into the desert, past
the Sharjah Airport, several schools, a University and a Classic Car Museum
(none of which we couldn’t see through the fog). We exited at the Sharjah
Desert Park
and stopped at a gate to take pictures of a monument and then drove to the Natural History
Museum across the highway
to learn that on Saturdays it does not open until 11AM.
Back on the road north retracing the previous
day’s drive we skipped by the exits to Ajman
and Umm al-Quwain (UAQ) on our way to Ras al-Khalmah (RAK). At 11AM was stopped as a service station just
outside of RAK for a rest break and to buy some water. We drove around RAK for an hour past the new
buildings, the old buildings, and the seaport.
Along the coast, there is massive resort construction and the large homes
of the Sheik and his family.
We were now headed south on the coast road and
soon we were in the UAQ area. The city
of Umm
al-Quwain is on a spur of land out in the Gulf so we had to turn off the coast
road to reach it. My now Edna was
getting hungry and the Vinod told us the plan was to stop for lunch at the 5
Star Kaminski Hotel in the city. Ed did
not want to eat in a hotel and Vinod called his office to see if they could
recommend a local restaurant in the area.
We stopped at a Beach Resort and Ed checked it out and rejected it
because it was full of smoke odors and yet had no patrons.
Back on the highway towards UAQ, we came upon a
round-about that had a restaurant with a lot of cars in front, so Vinod circled
around and we stopped. Ed checked the
place and gave it his OK and we entered and were directed to the Family
Section. UAQ is not as liberal as Dubai . It turned out to be run by Indians from
Vinod’s home state. We each ordered club
sandwiches, mine contained a nice seafood mix.
After lunch we toured UAQ and returned to the
Sharjah Natural History Museum. This
time we were able to see the airport, schools, universities, and museums that
were covered with fog earlier. The
Natural History Museum was excellent, well worth the wait. It had good dioramas of the UAE peninsula
terrain and videos of how the landmass was formed, the history of the animals
and people of the area. We were
pleasantly surprised.
Back on the road we still had to visit the
Emirate of Ajman, 60km away, which is the smallest and most liberal of the
Emirates. It is not that far from Dubai and is benefiting from the building and real estate
growth in Dubai . A few blocks south of the center of Ajman we entered Sharjah and found the most conservative
of the Emirates. It has been designated
to be the cultural center of the UAE. We
stopped at a mud wall souk with tourist stores and I loaded up since my next
flight will be flying home without the one 40lb bag restriction that I have had
since I arrived in Almaty, one month ago.
By now the sun was setting and we had some nice
photo shots over the bay. Traffic
entering the city of Dubai
was slow but Vinod lead us directly to the hotel without the hassle we had the
previous day.
When I returned to my room I was greeted by a
bill for Internet charges of $27.41. I
questioned the front desk since a continuous connection for 24 hours was
$27.41. They charge a $1 per minute and
I had exceeded 27 minutes of connect time.
I remarked that it would be more acceptable if I could buy a beer in the
hotel and the desk clerk replied “beer was bad for your health” which I replied
“it is actually good for your health when taken in moderation”. They also told me that their internet was
less expensive than the Internet Cafés in the area.
I left the hotel to exchange some more money
for the next day’s lunch and to buy one more item that was not available in the
Sharjah souk. On the way back to the
hotel I passed an Internet Coffee Shop advertising Free Internet with a 10 EAD
purchase of a sandwich or breakfast.
That would be a $2.74 purchase.
This hotel is not going to rate high on my list
of the hotels, I stayed in on this trip.
Dinner was in the hotel’s Monsoon Indian
Restaurant. Again it was a buffet and
was not as good as the previous night but did had a nice mixed seafood dish.
Nov 18 (Sun) Dubai
We started earlier today because we have a lot
of driving down to Abu Dhabi ,
Al-Amin and return. Vinod met us at 8AM
and we drove southwest through the city in heavy morning rush hour traffic. It took us an hour to finally clear the city
on the six-lane highway to Abu Dhabi
and we stopped to purchase water. Forty-five minutes later we reached the outskirts of the city which is actually on an
island. Our first stop was the Women’s Handicraft Center
in the Women’s Union
Building . We were able to enter small rooms were old
women in traditional dresses with face masks sat on the floor performing
various handicrafts. Next door there was
an Exhibit Hall where we could buy their output. There was also a museum that displayed models
of how the city looked 50 years ago before oil was discovered and how the
people dressed and lived in their tents and palm leaf huts.
We then drove past Qasr al-Husn also called the
white Palace Fort built in 1761 which is Abu
Dhabi ’s oldest building. It was not open to tour but was interesting
to see among the skyscrapers in the city.
By the way, they are condemning the 20 story buildings built in the
1970’s because of corrosion and they will be replaced by 50 story
buildings. We drove around the city
viewing the new buildings and the buildings under construction, past the
monuments, along the Cornish and down to the seashore and out to the Heritage Village which was closed but has a great
view of the city. Next door was the
Heritage Village Theater where we were able to watch a group of Emirate men in
native dress practicing a dance routine with carbines for a TV commercial
outside the theater. Our next stop was
the Abu Dhabi Palace Hotel managed by the German Kempinski Hotel chain. It is one of the most extravagant hotels I
have ever seen. Vinod gave us fifteen
minutes to walk around and we watched new Bentleys driving up for check-in
From the hotel, we drove past the President of
UAE’s palace and then on to the boatyard were they still build the wooden
dhows that are used in the Gulf. As we
left the city we stopped for lunch at the Sea Shell Café, a little hole in the
wall but I had a nice fish burger.
After lunch, we set out for a ninety-minute
drive across the Emirate of Abu Dhabi to Al-Ain, an oasis at the base of the
Mountains that border on Oman . Al-Ain is the birthplace of the late
President, Sheikh Zayed, the first President of UAE, and father of the current
UAE President. Thus the 162km highway is
three lanes wide and beautifully landscaped through the desert.
Al-Ain is a green city with grass and trees
planted in the desert and fertilized and watered from the mountain springs. In the background of the city is the jagged
Jabel Hafeet rocky mountain raising over 4,000 feet with the President’s Palace
on top. We drove to the Green Mubazzarah
Park at the base of the
mountain where the hot spring water flows from the mountain into a small
reservoir. The Park has Chalets for rent
and several outdoor and indoor swimming pools.
We drove up the mountain pass the 5 star
Mercure Grand Hotel to a viewing area just below the palace to take in the view
of the park below, the city of Al-Ain
and the desert beyond. On the other side
we viewed the Oman city of Buraimi and was able to observe the contrast between the
oil-rich, materialistic nation of UAE and the modest tradition nation of Oman .
Back down the mountain, we toured the city of Al-Ain including a drive
through the largest palm forest in the Gulf and past Sheikh Zayed birthplace
which is being restored as a museum.
Leaving Al-Ain we headed out on the highway to Dubai which was not as wide nor as landscaped as the
highway to Abu Dhabi . There were trees along the edge of the
highway but not as deep as on the other highway. The desert was the rust color we observed on
the drive from Dibba the day before yesterday.
The sunset during our drive and it was dark
when we reached Dubai
and slowed for the traffic and the Metro construction congestion in the area of
our hotel. We arrived at 6:30PM, had a
buffet dinner at 7:30PM and I return to my room to write my journal.
Nov 19 (Mon) Dubai
My last day of the trip started at 9AM with a
drive around the Deira neighborhood of Dubai . It is north of the airport and close to the
cruise ship docks. Our hotel is in the
area and it is the original trading center of Dubai .
The Dubai Creek forms the western boundary of the Deira area. We stopped for picture taking at the edge of
the creek before crossing the Creek to the Bur Dubai neighborhood where the old
souks and original buildings are. Our
next stop was at the Dubai Museum in Bur Dubai which had great models of the
history of Dubai
and its people. The displays were
translated into English and there was an interesting video of the history of Dubai during the last 50
years. Prior to the discovery of oil in
the late 1950s this was just a small village of fisherman and pearl
divers. The growth has been mind-boggling.
From the Museum Vinod drove us to a water taxi
dock where we boarded a wooden boat where we sat on the engine cover under a
canopy and were ferried across the creek.
Vinod told us that until 1970 that was the only mode of transportation
across the creek. Of course, you could
drive southeast into the desert and come back around the creek which doesn’t
extend that far inland from the coast (7 to 9km).
Vinod met us on the other side and our next
stop was the Bur Dubai Souk. Edna stayed
in the car while Ed and I walked up and down the covered alleyways of the souk. It differed from other souk’s by having more
toys, school supplies and modern kitchen utensils than others – you could still
buy a knock-off Rolex.
From the Bur Dubai Souk, we drove to the Gold
Souk which has one of the largest numbers of jewelry stores in the world in one
area. There was a large parking lot
across the street but it was full so Vinod dropped Ed and I off and drove
around with Edna while be walked up and down the streets with the shops.
So far in Deira and Bur Dubai, we did not see
the skyscrapers Dubai
is noted for. The buildings in these
neighborhoods are 3 to 6 stories high and most were built in the 1970s.
From the Gold Souk, we drove past the Cruise
Ship Terminal, the Dry Docks and into the Jumeirah residential area along the
beach. Here the buildings are two-story
high villas and stretch 25kms along Al
Jumeirah Road with the world’s first air-conditioned bus stops. At the end of the
road is a public beach just east of the Buj Al Arab (Arbain
Tower ) Hotel the symbol of Dubai and the world’s
most expensive and tallest hotel. We
stopped for photos along the beach. A tourist can’t enter the hotel property without a reservation. Next to the hotel is the Jumeirah Beach Hotel
and the Madinat Jumeirah which tourists can enter without a reservation. We drove by the Wild Wadi Waterpark and past
the lobby entrance to the Madinat Jumeirah Hotel built in traditional mud-brick style.
Our next tour was the mind-blowing drive up the
stem road of The Palm-Jumeirah one of the four offshore landfill developments
under construction in Dubai . Three of the four are shaped like a palm tree
with the stem connected to the mainland with high rise apartment houses on
both sides and then connected like the leaves of the palm off the stem road are
curved roads with two-story villas, each with a private beach on each side of
the road. Encircling the development is
a road with Hotels. The apartments are
full having sold out in 72 hours to foreign investors. The villas are sold out and the hotels are
under construction.
We did not visit the forth offshore landfill
under construction called the World in which each individual island is being
constructed that when viewed from the air they will roughly have the shape of the
world. These islands will only be
accessible by helicopter or boat. Brad
Pitt and Angelina Jolie have purchased one of the islands.
Close by is the American University
and the Dubai Marina. We stopped at the
Marina Walk with the large yacht basin.
The irony of this expensive life is that it is not the oil-rich local
Emirates (they live along the El
Jumeirah Road ) but foreigners from some 70
countries. One of the two liquor stores
for ex-pats holding a license to purchase liquor is in this complex (parked
outside the door of the liquor was a bright red Ferrari convertible). Adjacent to this area Vinod told us that 110
high rise buildings are under construction.
South of the Dubai Marina the desert is being
transformed into a golf course and a series of little lakes. We drove along the edge of this construction
site and were soon in the desert and then the President’s Palace which where we
were allowed to drive by but not take pictures.
We now started back toward our hotel district,
passing the Internet City with Microsoft, Oracle, Cisco, etc. buildings, the
mall with the indoor ski slope, more skyscrapers either recently constructed
or under construction to the Burj Dubai (the tallest building in the world and
still being added to), the Dubai Financial Center, the Emirates Towers and the
Dubai World Trade Center.
Back to the old six story buildings of our
hotel district – my tour of the Five ‘Stans, Iran
and the Gulf States
was over.
But, we still had not had lunch so we set out
on Al Rigga Road
to find a place. Ed has been the most
critical so we let him select – Burger King!
After 34 local lunches, I ended up with the last one being a Whopper with
Cheese.
Our last dinner was again the hotel buffet.
Nov 20 (Tue) Dubai to Los Angeles
We checked out of the hotel at midnight for our 3AM flights
to LAX. Ed and Edna were taking American
via London and I was on Lufthansa via Frankfurt . Vinod