Alone in Iran – What Was I Thinking?
I have never had people express so many opinions about my travels as when I decided to backpack through Iran for two weeks. Everyone seemed to have something to say about it, with responses ranging from “That is amazing, I would totally join you if I didn’t have a U.S. passport,” to “You’re going there alone? What sort of death wish do you have?” and the blunt words of my extremely well-traveled great uncle, “Iran is not a nice place, go to Greece instead.”
A friend of a friend even wrote a Facebook note (people still write those?) about my plans, saying that I was either incredibly brave, or incredibly naive and ignorant. In the end he applauded my willingness to put myself in harm’s way in order to experience a place with real sexism, which he took to be some sort of feminist statement about being a woman in America.
What?! Sorry to disappoint, but really I just wanted to see Persia.
I mean, Iran is home to one of the world’s oldest civilizations, hosts thirteen UNESCO World Heritage Sites, and boasts beautiful landscapes stretching from dense rain forests to snowcapped mountains to desert basins. Plus, so many travelers whom I met in Central Asia absolutely raved about Iran. The hospitable people, delicious food and historic sites – how could I not add Iran to my travel itinerary?
So, was coming here a good decision?
I’ve now been in Iran for a week and a half and, like most places, it’s not exactly what I had imagined. I’m writing this from my new friend Rana’s apartment, where we’re huddled together with hot mugs of tea listening to loud explosions coming from the street. Every few minutes a particularly large explosion will light up the apartment and we’ll look at each other with a mixture of fear and awe.
You guys, it’s the Persian New Year! As part of the New Year’s celebrations, which are Iran’s biggest of the year and include Zoroastrian rituals and traditions dating back 3,000 years, on the last Tuesday of the year, families gather together in celebration, building bonfires to run around and jump over, lighting off firecrackers, and sending fire lanterns into the sky, all with random outbursts of song and dance.
Earlier in the evening while we were all on the apartment building’s rooftop, Rana’s brother joked that this is probably every American’s nightmare of Iran.
“If your friends could see you now, in the middle of Tehran surrounded by fires and explosions, what would they think? Or maybe… this is what they think Iran is always like?”
He was joking of course, but there was a sad element of truth to his words.
One of the first questions people here ask me is always, “What did you think of Iran before you came here?”
My first Couchsurfing hosts in Tehran, a young Ph.D. student and her roommate, said they were so excited to be hosting an American girl, and that they hope more tourists will start to come to Iran. They were incredibly warm and welcoming hosts, cooking delicious Persian food and asking me countless questions about Norway and the U.S. and foreigners’ impressions of Iran.
Rana, a girl from Tehran who invited me out to lunch through Couchsurfing was similarly curious about foreigners coming to Iran. She explained that while Iranians don’t necessarily like their government, they do love their country and are eager to share it with guests.
I really wish that I could have told them all that of course Americans are interested in visiting Iran and that they realize that there’s a huge difference between the people of Iran and their government, but I would probably have been lying. Most people whom I talked with about my trip offered me strong words of caution, with some even trying to convince me not to go, especially alone.
The thing is, I haven’t felt alone once since I landed in Iran. The receptionist at my first hotel took me in as her daughter, accompanying me to breakfast and lunch and suggesting sites for me to visit, my Couchsurfing hosts were like cool older sisters, chatting with me about religion and politics as well as the plot twists of Lost and J-Lo’s divorce (I’m so out of touch), and Rana truly has adopted me as her sister, with an invitation to lunch turning into a trip to visit Esfahan and then several days with her family in Tehran.
Perhaps traveling alone in Iran could be dangerous, but for me it hasn’t been an issue. I mean, even the tap water here is safe! There have been times, as in any city, when I’ve been walking alone and noticed a man walking uncomfortably close to me. Whether the threat was in my imagination or not, all it ever took was for me to move close to another woman and the guy would quickly disappear. Scary stuff, Iran.
So far my experience in Iran has only been one of warmth and hospitality, and really, really amazing food! Though, in a few hours Rana and I are heading to Marivan, a small Kurdish city on the border to Iraq. So you know, maybe I’ll have some more eventful things to share from there! (Kidding, family, Kurdistan is of course totally safe.)
About Me
I’m Silvia – 25 years old and from Worcester, MA USA, but I like to tell people I’m from Norway.
After spending the past three and a half years in Asia, I’ve gotten used to being referred to as “blonde girl.”
I tap dance when I’m nervous, much to the amusement of many an armed border guard.
I don’t feel super comfortable writing about myself so… I’m tap dancing right now.
From July to December 2013 I was blogging with Danielle for The Roaming Coconuts. She’s still over there going crazy places, so go take a look! Except don’t actually, because she’s a better writer than I am so you will never return here.
I will eat anything and probably enjoy it. I may have weakened taste buds or something.
I’ve lived in seven countries and visited roughly 50 countries on five continents.
When I told my grandmother this she was all “that’s all? Not even a hundred?”
I come from a family of travelers. Probably because I’m from Norway.
And this is me in Japan!
Okay fine, that was me in Japan when I was six, but I was so much cuter back then! And a far more impressive traveler.
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