Mashad is knows as Iran’s most conservative city, and on the streets that’s certainly noticeable. Most women wear chadors but it even looks like there are just less women out on the street. Except near the shrine where I have to slowly shuffle past the security amongst a never ending stream of visitors until I’m fished out of the stream by some women who instruct me to wait until a personal guide shows up. She takes me past some museums and a specially trained cleric whom I can ask theological question though unfortunately for him I’m much more interested in the actual history of the shrine itself. I can’t get to the actual shrine itself though. I’d have to convert first which seems like more trouble than it’s worth.
The stiffing strictness stops at the front door. The place where I’m couchsurfing seems to be the gathering place for the city’s secular. In the evening I join some people in going to a casual get together where stalled out for the guests are, apart from the expected chips and fruit juice, are also bottles of vodka and weed. Virtually the last things I was expected to run into in Mashad. The next evening I end exchanging old Soviet jokes with jokes about Ayatollah Khomeini with some people who invited me for dinner.
My impressions are balanced out by meeting up with another guy I met through couchsurfing. He grew up in a very traditional family, and takes me over to meet his sister to show her that women can travel by themselves. I spend some time at his mother’s house too. where several generations while away the hours in the living room by drinking endless cups of tea.
Together with him and a cousin we spent a day visiting an old caravansersai and Nishapur, once one of Asia’s most important city until it was burnt down by Genghis Khan’s hordes. Though it’s current incarnation doesn’t reflect its former status well but just thinking about the city’s history leaves me in awe.