Bam
Then it was off to Bam, a perfectly preserved medieval city molded from the red clay of the desert.
We made it halfway to the fort and christened the small soda shop, “Palace of Zam-Zam”
Lunch wasn’t kebabs- but eggplant, salad, yogurt and soup.
Dorothy again entertained us with her tales… this time the story of her tour in Bavaria. A guy died- his wife said, “He died here, we’ll bury him here”. so the entire tour group attended the funeral.
We drove to Mahan, the final home of the Sufi saint and poet, Shah Nemotollah Vali, who died in 1431 and was the founder of the dervish order. We visited the Mosque and walked around town.
We stopped at the tearoom and had tea with the locals.
Dorothy again entertained us with her tales… this time the story of her tour in Bavaria. A guy died- his wife said, “He died here, we’ll bury him here”. so the entire tour group attended the funeral.
We drove to Mahan, the final home of the Sufi saint and poet, Shah Nemotollah Vali, who died in 1431 and was the founder of the dervish order. We visited the Mosque and walked around town.
We stopped at the tearoom and had tea with the locals.
Dinner was at Bagh-e Tarikhi Gardens, summer home for the Prince of Ghajar Beautiful grounds…but it must be state-run. The food was awful. . Once again, the standard, soup, bread, yogurt, salad, meat kebob…and for dessert, a cellophane wrapped muffin.
We started to call the bus drivers “Silk Foot and Lead Foot”.
Our Drivers* They have male and female doorknockers…also made doors designed to force you to bend to enter.
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