Over time, traveling to this Iranian village is very difficult. Well known and quite far away. This is not a lost paradise. Is a steep oasis hidden two thousand meters above sea level, high above the Iranian plateau in the volcano, covered with rich woods of walnut and ruby - one day I’ll be sad to talk about. An ancient village called “Dashtak”
The street is rather a cemetery of Cyrus the Great. Two hundred and fifty years ago, Cyrus incorporated the culture and founding of the Persian Empire, the world’s greatest empire. This is the world’s first human rights treaty. The great city of Persepolis was built, and the king was placed to rest at the “Necropolis”, the tomb face of the greatest leader of the Persian Empire around. Dashtak is the abode of powerful and powerful empire ruins.
Many of these interesting sites are visited by travelers from all over the world. In fact, the neighboring Shiraz and the incredible ruins of the Persian Empire are the hallmarks of Iran’s tourism. But I wonder if it could be naive if we were the first foreigners to visit this quiet village.
“Not you, not the first. There may be about forty ”
That is about a foreigner every few decades.
No Dashtak hotels found.
But we still overnight.
Dashtak means “one who descends to the plains.” There are more than a thousand stairs carved on the side of a rugged mountain range, and until recently, long hikes were the only way to enter the ancient village. One of the best in Iran The people below see the people walking down the lowlands and name the Dashtaki.
Day and night, Mousavi is our guide to Dashtak, a resident of Dashtaki, among the elders in the modern village of Mousavi, a young but calculating figure in terms of centuries. He noted that although the river in the area is very dry in the last ten years. But it is not a serious problem, for example, when eight hundred years of local records indicate that these things have happened before, and all of this will happen again.
This village is similar to other ancient Iranian villages, but the older Dashtak, the architectural leader, is the successful model of the longevity of hundreds of Dashtaki houses. One up along the gentle hill. Built from a mud wall up to 2 meters thick from the rooftop, you can stroll around the neighborhood by dashing into the streets and lawns and watching the way that life is going on forever.
Mousavi arranged for us in the house of an old acquaintance. Sitting on the carpet in the living room, we must know each other on our first night together. He speaks especially impressed with the owner’s organic tobacco cultivation skills.
“She’s old. But she knows best how to produce the best tobacco. ”
He passed me Qalyan and continued.
“It’s never too dry, it’s so smooth.”
After I opened, I offered a pipe to one of my Shirazi friends. He refused and Mousavi calmly intervened.
“Ha! Do not offer him he does not want anything. This is not a tarof. Everything for you and me! ”
Tarof is the concept of Iran. Difficult to simplify, best explained to Westerners, as Iranians are offering gifts and invitations on a regular basis. Mostly they have a generous heart offering. Sometimes motivation is polite only. Make sure you reject the offer and dance back and forth until the Tarof’s legality is revealed. Most often, it’s a genuine invitation or a cordless gift. Sometimes it’s not
In Dashtak we will soon learn that there is no forwarding and no tarof.
The mercy we get is genuine and last.
With the uneasyness of the old friend, before the first empty Qalyan, we are recognized as the new members of the ancient village. There is no official announcement. No more formalities. Start the ceremony – Sit down around the fireplace, drink tea and smoke in Qalyan. As a visitor, we feel really comfortable and the locals sit on the same carpet feeling truly at ease. with us
At the end of one of the main rooms in the fireplace fireplace boil pot of herbal tea. The kitchen at the other end of the same area could be described as rural. Mousavi spreads a tablecloth on the floor next to a large screen TV set on the edge of an ancient wine cellar. One sheet after another arrives. The food is organic and local – standing outside the window.
We eat, talk, laugh, and learn the history of Dashtaki. My friend from Shire is passionate about it and expresses this simple life. At some point, the local Shepherd walks into the living room, sits on the floor beside us, hello and helps himself to the community dinner. He smiles and talks about one of his favorite ingredients – seasoned vegetables grown only in the dashing roof of the Dashtak house.
“He speaks the accent and accent of Dashtak!”
Our Shirazi friends listened to the song Shepherd intently with fun and excitement. Now we are part of the world of Shepherds tonight, continuing and we play gambling games on walnuts.
Later in the evening, Mousavi set fire to our bedroom. No furniture, just a set of mattresses, pillows and blankets. One light bulb in the ceiling and French style glass door on the side. After the fire blazed up, Mousavi checked that we were ok and said goodnight. I lay down on the couch and felt a cold draft.
In the orange light, I discovered the “sketch” as a missing window in the French gates behind the curtain, almost close to mine. I plugged it into the head restraint, heard the nightingale and smashed and heard the alarm. But the sun will not dawn. I fall asleep faster than I have in many years.
There is nothing else other than the content of the room.
Early in the morning, Dashtak spent breakfast at a local butler’s. Of course, the bread was fresh and delicious. In the afternoon I was sleeping on the carpet at our Dashtaki house, but in between I heard two common English words that were connected in a way I had never heard before. I’m passionate about these two words and I spent some time searching for references on the internet.
Very few visits. Mostly associated with genetics and immortality. But that’s not how they talk to me, it has nothing to do with science. These two terms describe everything that is wrong with today’s travel and not using these two words as an important example for what is wrong with modern humanity.
Throughout Iran, there are more than one million nominated nomadic livestock. From the summer to winter, they migrate from the plains to the highlands to the north, south, east and west. They travel throughout the country and follow traditional customs. The nomad roamed the landscape around Dashtak, but what was once a long time ago, all of humanity is like this.
We all. We all come from nomads.
Nature has drawn a strong image in the street life. No need to desire to become a nomadic. But at least curiosity and anxiety for a lifetime – not my advice, I might be a little biased. As of today I’ve been roaming and living in a backpack for over two thousand days. This very website name is a word play. However, the traces of homelessness in our DNA through the tens of thousands of years of human evolution, this way of life has been integrated into humanity. It’s part of our nature.
Almost every standard Iranian tour includes a visit to see the “nomadic people”. This usually happens outside the city of Shiraz in Fars Provence. The area around here is where I spend most of my time in Iran. And still there, all the time I used to live here and with my personal nomadic lifestyle – I never went to “homeless”
I saw them here and there. Have noticed their tents and flocks. I have a permanent tour guide in Iran and he never recommended visiting the nomads. Once we were not tour guides, we always looked for new things to see and do in Iran. He lived in and knew Provence Fars like the back of his hand and knew where to find nomads at any time of the year.
As an independent guide, he has worked for the greatest names in Iranian travel and has led many tourists to visit travelers throughout the Fars Provence. But he never took me away.
“Did you know that when other tour groups visit nomadic people, are they really nomadic? Are they really nomadic? ”
“No. They are artificial.
“What do you mean?”
“They are always in the same place. They did not move. ”
Inventors, nomads who are in the same place so tourists can visit.
In the plains below Dashtak, I met with the Iranians in the end. They politely ask us to refrain from taking pictures of women who are milking. But they welcome us at their temporary home. When we arrive, they are washing dishes in the fresh water of nearby streams. To store their tents Milking and making cheese Take care of their precious flocks, work together, spend each night under the stars in the midst of nature, and then, as close friends and family, they will pack up and move to the lush pastures. When the time is right. When we all live this way. One day, these things will disappear.
It is easy to be romantic, lifestyle, nomadic. In fact, the whole scene is dusty, dirty, even dirty. It is loud and rough. And not entirely affected by the needs of modern-day tourists who may like souvenir shops and souvenir shops. We want those opportunities in some places. But sometimes it feels good to see something with a little life.
Of course, if you want a real Iranian brick, you should head to Dashtak to meet the real nomads. There may be a bus, I’m not sure Dashtak is not far from other cities. You can get to this place by bus, I guess. And if you make a Dashtak, remember that there is no accommodation without a village to navigate. Going around may be tricky to find secrets. Nomads may not be around when you arrive because they are nomadic.
The most useful thing I have read while researching Dashtak appears in Wikipedia – “DASHTAK native clothing, beautiful design and happiness of the people in the village”
Obviously, I’m not worried about the rising tourist numbers in Dashtak.
About a hundred years ago, villagers detained themselves in the strongest house in Dashtak, fighting against invaders from nearby villages. Was said to be Dashtak wins the war and Mousavi takes pride in the strength and safety of this multi-level building – especially the thick, weathered front door and tower. A careful look on the roof – one of the three remaining in Dashtak.
Created by the former old village, now under the guidance of Mousavi, many historic houses are made of thick walled mud. It was originally worn and is now being renovated and skillfully mended for its former glory. Updates are coming.
Later this year, the house will open as the first hotel of Dashtak.
In October, we will bring the first foreigners to Dashtak.
I decided on the first night, sitting around the fireplace, watching the shepherd eat from a steel pot. Before I met the Dashtaki nomads, or feel the waterfall, or walk down the spectacular Valencian Garden and look at breathtaking landscapes or see other secrets.
On our last day as we were saying goodbye, we told Mousavi that our plan would be his first guest.
“Well, I hope to meet your friends. But that’s a separate matter. Now you should know how happy we are in the two days that Dashtak ”
“Nate you welcome anytime, anywhere”
Today, after thousands of years, there is a road that enters Dashat.