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Travel in East Azarbaijan: Persian Hospitality
Sometimes it’s impossible to walk away from Iranians making an offer you can’t refuse


On our tour of East Azerbaijan Province, again, strangers proved to us that the best, most memorable Iran offers tourists is NOT the historic sites.

You come to Iran for the history. But what you end up remembering the most is the how Iranians treat you.

I’ve seen this over and over. It’s uncanny.

They show you their best because the culture tells them the guest is IMPORTANT, precious.

And sometimes, no matter how hard you resist, you can’t stop them from showering you with kindness.

Persian hospitality on the slopes of Babak Fort

Huffing and puffing, we were returning from a back-breaking hike up to the 9th century Babak Castle when a man sitting cross-legged in front of his tent pulled us into conversation.

Who are you? Where are you going? Typical Iranian curiosity.

Soon though,  it turned into something else. Rasoul Solaymani, a merchant from Maragheh, and his nephew Farzin, an engineer, doggedly beseeched us to join them for tea from their charcoal-powered Samovar.

Oh, come on, everything you’re talking about can wait. Your car is fine where it’s parked; it won’t disappear. We have food; we have grapes; we have tokhmeh kadoo (salted pumpkin seeds); we have pastries. Come, come, come!

Farzin puffed and puffed into the lumps of charcoal dropped into the center of the samovar till the water boiled. Something from the charcoal makes the tea taste special. Tea turned into a meal of Abgoosht cooked over fire and that turned into an overnight stay in their tent, followed by an unbelievably delicious omelet for breakfast.

Tour of East Azarbaijan: under the starry skies

That night, under the starry sky and around a fire, Rasoul told us about hurting from unrequited love and why he might never marry. I told him how I was certain I would never marry and today I’m still a bit befuddled that I got married – and to an Iranian, of all people. Others camping nearby also joined in the conversation.

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Fireside Persian hospitality under a starry sky, near Babak Castle, near Kalibar City in northwestern Iran.

I’ve written before about how common it is to get invited to tea or a meal or even overnight stays by strangers in Iran. Nonetheless, as I look at the pictures of our time with Rasoul and Farzin, my eyes are moist as I again marvel at Persians’ unfailing talent for seducing visitors with genuine largess, no matter how strenuous the initial resistance.

Update: five years after our tour of Azarbaijan

Just now, I WhatsApped Rasoul apologizing for not staying in touch. He wrote back like the quintessential Persian, affectionately and poetically:

علی جان ما نون و نمک خوردیم ومثل برادریم وسعیده عزیزعین خواهرمونه بخدا ما هم خاطره خوشی از شما داریم وهمیشه در قلب مایین❤

Translation: Ali jaan (dear Ali), we ate salt and bread with you, our brother, and with Saeideh, who is just like our sister. Swear to God, we have a happy memory of you and you’ll always be in our heart.


Ali and Saeideh plan their Iran roadtrips from their home in Mashhad. More about us here >>

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