When I arrived in Yazd I was a little done with sightseeing, travelling, and the constant search for a place to stay or a ride to get.
I got myself a room in a nice hotel (www.silkroadhotel.net if anyone wants to come to Yazd) with my own bathroom and my own shower and felt like I was in heaven. For the first two days, I didn’t do anything but writing, organising my blog and pictures, and going out to eat something. On the third day I was about to go on a sightseeing trip again, but first my stomach decided to get sick, reducing my radius more than I would have hoped, and a little later my entire body decided to collapse so I ended up staying in my hotel room longer than expected. That didn’t really help my sightseeing ambitions in Yazd, but made me appreciate my single little room even more.
Nevertheless, and thanks to Yazd not being the biggest city in the world, I still enjoyed the old city extensively and tried to discover any single alley of the historical city center. The city has an amazing architecture and adapted so well to the desert climate that you can easily find a cool spot even during the hottest time of the day.
The only “real” sightseeing spot I visited was the Lariha House in Yazd, one of the historical houses and a perfect example of how people adapted to the desert before electricity took over.
At the Bazar, I discovered Yazd’s main commercial good, the Termeh, a traditional fabric often decorated with the Botteh motif and my new favourite textile. Yazdis these days produce everything with it – from shoes to handbags to table clothes and cushions, and if I could I would have bought it all. If I will have a place one day I will come back to Iran and just do a shopping trip through Hamedan and Esfahan for handicrafts, and Yazd for the fabric and I will live in my own little 1001 nights fairy tale from then on.
Shoes and bags made out of Termeh 
Termeh fabric 
Botteh on Termeh
Yazd was also the Zoroastrian center for a while and has many sites related to their religion and belief. I decided to see the Towers of Silence and took a tour outside of the city to visit Cham, another desert village with an old Zoroastrian shrine and cedar trees.
Time passes quickly in Iran, especially when you are busy doing nothing, and so I ended up staying almost two weeks here when I only came for a couple of days. I started to feel a bit like home in my nice little room in the hotel, but I couldn’t stay forever. So it’s going into the blue again, first to the east before going back to the northwest and up to Georgia 🙂
