Qom to kashan – 75k rials for VIP bus The taxi from the holy shrine to the bus station cost me 10k rials, and it was clearly a tourist price, but in that moment I was confused between tomans and rials and I let it pass.
Quietly tucked away in this corner of the bazaar of Kashan I found this beautiful place selling carpets and other intricate antiques
Upon reaching the Kashan bus terminal, taxi touts came towards me and asked me where I was heading to. One of them told me he was going back to the city so he’d bring me there for a discount, I showed him the address of my CS host, Shirin Hostel. We drove in and I walked along the roads, past the sandy walls, and reached a road dusty with construction. Apparently that road was perfectly intact just a few days ago, and construction was just recently ongoing.
While walking back to the hostel with Allahyah, my CS host (who let me stay in his hostel for free for 2 nights when it’s 13 dollars a night – such an amazing gesture, really, i wouldn’t have really believed it until CZ also shared about his Yazd host), we were chatting when I bumped into a Singaporean girl who recognised my accent. We traded numbers to think about sharing our transport for the next day. Hurray! What a small world!
My host was legit (hahah!) I had initial apprehension about staying for free in a HOSTEL, but all was good. I met another Danish guy who ended up staying in the same dorm room as me (only both of us in the room) and he paid. So yes, my host is pretty awesome in sharing his abundance of space.
I should have taken a photo of Shirin Hostel, but I didn’t! But it was so comfortable – very new and clean, wifi, plugs work well, peace and quiet, hot shower. Highly recommended. Even if it weren’t free.
Instagram and Telegram are used abundantly throughout Iran! I’d see the metro stations with Instagram and Telegram accounts too (like how we use Whatsapp to report errors in our MRTs).
I was welcomed by a Kurdish guy. Feeling apprehensive initially, I told him Allahyah was my friend, and he nodded and showed me my room. This guy, whose name I sadly can no longer remember, was a great guy. He spoke great English, told me a lot about the Kurdish history / struggle of Kurdistan, his aspirations and offered me practically the whole watermelon – a saving grace in the sweltering heat. When I think back to that watermelon moment and its cooling touch against my tongue, and the fact that he took it out of the miracle of a FRIDGE, cut it apart, just for me. :’) I WILL NOT FORGET THIS. I gave him a Singapore pen at the end. We shook hands.
THE rooftop of Kashan Bazaar!
Websites mentioned that to access this rooftop view, you’d have to pay for a guide / shopkeeper who’d be willing to show you up the stairs.
I was lucky enough to have met a shopkeeper who offered to show me up there. It was beautiful!
look like crap here, but putting it here for memory’s sake HAHAH
Met some French girls in my hostel the second morning. They offered an invitation for dinner, so I went along, for one of those meals where I sat down in a pretty place and relaxed (sometimes, by myself, I do have a tendency to walk and eat so I get to make use of my time exploring. so it was nice, sitting down and chilling.)
wah, that saffron rice. im feeling hungry now.
We had saffron ice cream after dinner, which was YUMMY!
The chicken was a tad too salty. We also had that ‘dough’ (dug?) drink, which was… frankly, not that palatable, to me.
The ones we had were salty, and I couldn’t quite go through another cup without drinking water HAHAHA. Perhaps too much salt for this one, and had a taste I find hard to describe, with a texture like thick yogurt. Perhaps salty yogurt, with mint leaves.
I found this ad really interesting, and I couldn’t help taking a picture of it. What do you think it meant?The French girls and I analysed it for awhile. We asked a local to translate, and he did, which were similar to what we had guessed anyway. This was found outside a mosque.