Ashgabat – a city of white marble

From Merv we headed south-west to Ashgabat, the capital of Turkmenistan, a long four hours in a shared taxi mainly due to the appalling road conditions (unmaintained dirt roads in Australia are main roads in Turkmenistan).

Ashgabat is an interesting city, every building is a large white-marble building, usually with gold trimmings.  This was the vision of previous president Saparmurat Niyazov, who also built numerous fountains and gold statues of himself. All this gives Ashgabat a very unique look.

We didn’t dare to take photos due to the stories we had heard of other travelling being detained by police, that with the fact all buildings looked like government buildings with guards on every corner. A number of times we were reminded not to take photos even though we didn’t even have the camera visible. The Russian bazaar was something we hadn’t seen before, an outdoor bazaar with refrigerated displays selling cheeses and meats, when we tried to take photos we were quickly instructed to delete them.

Finally, for some reason, everything is closed as well, the Earthquake Museum, Museum of Fine Arts and even the twenty-million dollar Turkmenbashi Cableway. At the cableway we did get to take photos with fields of poppies, as imagined, they grow like crazy in this region.

Lush green and red fields of poppies
The white-marble city of Ashgabat
Sonya in a field of poppies
Earthquake memorial, a bull with a globe and a women holding a child

Ancient Merv, Turkmenistan

Our first stop in Turkmenistan after crossing from the Saraghs border was the town of Mary. We stayed at the Hotel Terminal near the train station (or wokzal , in Turkmen) after striking a deal with the taxi driver. I would probably not recommend this hotel as it was rather unclean and lacked even the basics (i.e. curtains, blankets). However, it was late at night by the time we arrived, so we had to make do.

The following morning we had breakfast at a Russian restaurant. We had buckwheat with sausages, and meat dumplings in soup which was delicious. We then tried to arrange for a taxi driver to take us to historical site of Merv, located about thirty kilometres from the town of Mary, finally agreeing 50 manat for a four hour round trip. On our way to Merv, we drove though Mary, observing its numerous Soviet style government buildings.

Merv is a UNESCO heritage site and while much of the site is in ruins, it was a great way to observe the local Turkmen culture as well as to learn a bit about Turkmenistan’s past.  The ancient site was quite the place during the Silk Road days of the 11th and 12th century.  It is said that Merv may have inspired the famous story of Thousand and One Nights.  At the site we had quite a few people approach us for photos, particularly the younger children and teenagers.  I loved the way the women dress in their colourful ankle length dresses embroidered with traditional Turkmen designs and paired with an equally colourful headscarf.

We visited the following in the complex:

Kyz Kala (Great Kyz Kala and Little Kyz Kala) – two mudbrick wall structures built during the 7th century by the Sassanians. The place was surrounded by funny looking camels.

Mausoleums of Two Askhab – a significant pilgrimage site for two companions of the prophet lies in front of Timurid iwans.

Mausoleum of Mohammed Ibn Zeid – another pilgrimage site, we noticed a number of Turkmens circulating this 12th century mausoleum.

Mausoleum of Sultan Sanjar – with a very attractive interior and an interesting history (Sanjar, for whom the mausoleum is built, died of a broken heart when after escaping from Khiva (now in Uzbekistan), returned to find Merv  in ruins after fearless Mongol Chinggis Khan’s soldiers had attacked.

Erk Kala and surrounding fortress of Giaur Kala – we climbed the circular walls of Erk Kala, thought to be the oldest of the five Merv cities (6th century BC) which allowed us to view the wider Giaur Kala (3rd century BC). Remnants of a Buddha’s statue were found in the area making it the most Western point which Buddism reached.

After Merv, we took a shared taxi with a Russian woman and her daughter to Asgabat, the capital city of Turkmenistan. After being unable to find the homestay which we had planned to stay at, we ended up at Hotel Asgabat which was alright, albeit slightly more expensive than the other places we’d stayed.  We had dinner (pizza) at a nearby Russian cafe which had American tunes blasting from the huge flatscreen.

Camels surrounding the Great and Small Kyz kalasCamels surrounding the Great and Small Kyz kalasHundreds of camels
One of many camels at MervOne of many camels at MervOne of many camels at Merv
Sonya wandering the Great Kyz kalasThe Small Kyz kalasView of the Great Kyz kalas
Closeup view of a wall of the Great Kyz kalasOne of the two Mausoleum of Two AskhabChildren viewing the tomb of al-Hakam ibn Amr
Mosque of Yusuf HamadaniMinaret of mosque of Yusuf HamadaniMinaret of mosque of Yusuf Hamadani
Sonya and some Turkmen girlsTurkmen women talking with poppies in the foregroundLooking towards the mosque of Yusuf Hamadani from the minaret
Mausoleum of Yusuf HamadaniA Turkmen boy and girlMausoleum of Sultan Sanjar
Turkmen women on the Erk Kala wallsTurkmen women in traditional dressTurkmen children pose for a photo
Mausoleum of Mohammed ibn ZeidThree ice-houses in MervThree ice-houses in Merv

A look back at Iran

As we cross borders from Iran to Turkmenistan, I wanted to write a brief post on our general experiences in Iran.  Initially I was a little apprehensive and unsure about visiting Iran, largely due to the current political tensions, media portrayal of the country and consequently the deep concerns from others.  We had previously met a few travellers who had been there, and reported great things and after much research we decided to go ahead with our plans.

Having been there I feel almost embarrassed about how naive I was about travelling the country.  While there are still some political unknowns, Iran itself as a country is amazing. It is extensive in its ancient Persian (and even recent) history, but most of all the people are extremely kind and friendly.  Perhaps the reason for this is that there are not many tourists in the country, resulting in less scams and other undesirables.  People approached us on the street merely out of curiosity, to have a chat, introduce themselves, practice English and to find out what the world’s perception of their country is.  There were no hidden agendas and as a result it was one of our most relaxing periods of travel.

Mashhad, Iran’s holiest city

Our final destination in Iran was Mashhad, located in north eastern Iran near the border to Turkmenistan. We arrived by an overnight bus from Gorgon which took about nine hours. The bus was probably the most uncomfortable we’d had in Iran, as the seats were much smaller, leg space less and we were allocated the very front seats behind the driver who constantly played loud music and smoked.

Mashhad is Iran’s holiest city as it is home to the Holy Shrine of Imam Reza. We most probably wouldn’t have stopped here, and would have opted for the more convenient located holy city Qom, if we didn’t need to collect our Turkmenistan visas.

In Mashhad we stayed at Vali’s non-smoking homestay. This gave us the opportunity to experience one of the more interesting experiences in Iran, Vali’s Kang village tour for 350,000 Rials per person. We were joined on the tour by a Dutch girl and Australian couple (who seemed to have travelled most of the world) and of course our tour guide Vali. We caught two public buses (one unfamiliar thing is the gender segregation, men seated at the front of the bus, women at the back, similarly on trains, females have a separate carriage all to themselves) and then hitch-hiked (all of us clutching for our lives on the back of a ute was an experience in itself) to Kang village all while carrying a bundle of walking sticks. Kang village is a traditional stepped village with mudbrick houses.  Much to the dismay of some of the others, we climbed an extremely steep adjacent hill to catch beautiful views of the village. On the easier route down, we all wondered why we didn’t use this path on our way up! We then awkwardly crossed a river using a fallen tree, again we were all questioned why this was necessary, but it was explained it was all part of the experience.

In Kang village Vali showed us a few of the local plants that the villagers used, particularly in their herbal teas. As we walked through the village it seemed everyone knew our guide. We arrived at our first destination, a lovely family who served us apples (both fresh and dried), dried mulberries and dates and nice tasting local herbal tea, which was even nicer when sipped with the crystallised sugar (commonly used in Iran).  After tipping the lady, as advised by our guide, we headed to our next destination, Abardeh village for lunch. Normally the walk to Abardeh would have taken another few hours, but the group managed to convince Vali to arrange a driver.

At Abardeh we had lunch consisting of Dizi and tea. In general, Dizi is considered as food of the poor and it was our second time trying it, the whole art of eating it is quite fun.  After lunch we headed back to the homestay on an extremely crowded bus, we were all exhausted.

Houses of Kang village, a traditional stepped village
Our tour group, Peter, Vali, Jasmine and Viki
Houses of Kang village, a traditional stepped village
Vali explaining Kang village
Our tour group, Vali, Viki, Sonya, Jasmine, Peter and Travis
Houses of Kang village, a traditional stepped village
Travis climbing the hill overlooking Kang village
Wild lavender
Our hosts pouring us herbal tea at Kang village
Vali the tour guide
Sonya enjoying a meal of Dizi
Dinner at Vali's Homestay