Railway connecting Northern Europe with Southeast Asia will impact Iran tourism

Elaborating on the International North-South Transportation Corridor (INSTC), on which Iranian and Azerbaijani sides are working hard to fully launch, a Norway-based commentator suggested that the corridor could help in boosting the Islamic Republic’s tourism sector.

“The corridor would play a key role in improving Iran’s tourism industry as it is capable of facilitating tourists’ inflow to the country,” Mehrdad Seyed Asgari, a Norway-based Iranian financial analyst, told Trend.

The INSTC is meant to connect Northern Europe with Southeast Asia. It will serve as a link connecting the railways of Azerbaijan, Iran and Russia.

Mehrdad Seyed Asgari also touched upon the new opportunities for cooperation between Iran and Azerbaijan. He said that, Azerbaijani entrepreneurs already in possession of international standards and norms know-how could assist Iran in the improvement of the quality of its tourism sector.

According to the World Economic Forum (WEF), Iran is the most inexpensive place to travel and invest. Nonetheless, the country ranked 93rd among 136 countries across 14 categories in the latest Travel and Tourism Competitiveness Report by the WEF.

In a bid to improve the country’s tourism infrastructure, Iran has launched several projects to build new hotels, but there is a need for bringing the quality of service to the international standards, the commentator said.

Over the current fiscal year (starting March 20) Iran has launched about 950 projects, worth $9 billion, to develop its tourism infrastructure, including 500 hotels and serviced apartments, Asgari added.

Estimating the shortage of knowledge and experience for improvement of the tourism services in Iran, he pointed out Azerbaijan’s breakthrough in its tourism sector over the past years and suggested that Azerbaijani entrepreneurs would be capable of transferring their know-how to the Islamic Republic.

Travel and Tourism Competitiveness Report indicated that Azerbaijan, at 71st position, was one of the most improved economies, rising 13 places in the global rankings.

The expert further forecasted a bright future for the whole tourism industry in the world, as the sharp slump in oil prices, which are unlikely to surge considerably in the near future, have left a positive impact on tourism sector.

According to the report, the travel and tourism industry had contributed $7.6 trillion to the global economy (10.2 percent of global GDP) and generated 292 million jobs (1 in 10 jobs on the planet) in 2016.

Turkish Airlines start advertising for Iran Tourism

Tourist attractions of five Iranian cities have been put on the Turkish Airlines’ advertisement network in a bid to promote their charms in a bigger scene.

“From now on, tourist attractions of Tabriz, Yazd, Ahvaz, Hamedan and Kerman are advertised on Turkish Airlines’ in-seat video screens as well as its publicity network,” CHTN quoted tourism chief Ali-Asghar Mounesan as saying on Monday.

“Likewise, journals distributed inside its aircrafts promote these five cities,” added Mounesan who presides over the Cultural Heritage, Tourism and Handicrafts Organization.
“This possibility has been pursued in order to boost tourism sector of the country and introduce its unmatched historical, natural, and cultural potentials as well as its handicrafts,” the official explained.

“Global airlines which are in cooperation with Turkish Airlines will sponsor the lures of these five cities as well,” he said.
For the time being, citizens of about 190 countries can obtain visas on arrival at the country’s airports with one-month validation.

In 2016, over 5.5 million foreign travelers from the Middle East, the Americas, Europe and South and East Asia set foot in Iran, fetching close to $8 billion in revenues.

Iran may not be on your bucket list of places to visit — but perhaps it should be

On my first night in Iran, I walked through the dark streets of Kashan, a city unknown to me, with Mohammad, a guy I’d met on the bus from Tehran. It was nearly midnight, and we were headed for a mosque.

Suddenly I wondered: Is this really a good idea?

Which happens to be the same question my wife asked me before I’d left Minnesota.

I reminded myself of what I’d told her. Iran is one of the safest countries in the Middle East, with no recent hostage taking, no suicide bombers, no random knife attacks. Iranians like Americans. Millions of tourists visit the country every year — just not many Americans — for ancient architecture; spectacular scenery ranging from snow-capped mountains to sun-baked deserts; distinctive flavorful cuisine, and the legendary hospitality of its people.

I had visited briefly 15 years ago and was fascinated by what I experienced. This time, I wanted to get to know the Iranian people better.

Mohammad, it turned out, was a soldier on furlough, on his way to visit family in a nearby town. Having never before met an American, he was eager to talk. It was the holy month of Ramadan, during which Muslims abstain from eating and drinking from dawn to dusk, and this was an especially holy night, he said. It was the anniversary of the martyrdom of Imam Ali, successor to the prophet Mohammed. Shia Muslims, he explained, believe that on this night, God decides what your fate will be in the coming year.

Young men in black swarmed the mosque. Some gathered near a big water tank, quenching their thirst after nearly 16 hours without food or water. One man’s scalp had bloody scars. Mohammad explained that he had cut himself to express his grief over the death of Ali, though even the Supreme Leader has denounced this practice. The few women there were mostly shrouded in black chadors.

We stuffed our shoes into plastic bags, entered the enormous dark sanctuary and sat cross-legged on the floor. Hundreds of men chanted prayers in Arabic. They would continue for many hours, long after Mohammad and I left.

As we made our way back to Ehsan House, a traditional guesthouse with a courtyard centered, Mohammad asked me about my religion. I’m not much of a believer, I told him. And then he unburdened himself. He isn’t much of a believer, either. He reads forbidden books. He thinks religious devotees are superstitious and ignorant. These ideas, he said, are not something he can talk about freely; even his family must never know.

The next morning, I wandered Kashan with a Chinese tourist and discovered the eerie emptiness of a ghost town. In observance of Ali’s martyrdom, everything was closed.

The beauty of Isfahan

A day later, and 136 miles away, I was in a different city, and what felt like a different century. Isfahan is one of the most beautiful cities I have ever seen, with domed mosques, ancient palaces and parks that seem to go on for miles. Among the city’s bridges, I was especially enchanted by the double-decker, barrel-vaulted Khaju Bridge, whose archways glowed golden against the blackness at night.

In this ancient city, my hosts were three sisters, nieces of a friend of mine from Minneapolis who spoiled me with their hospitality.

They took me to see the Shah mosque, a blue-tiled masterpiece on the city’s expansive Naghsh-e Jahan Square. We went to Hasht Behesht palace, a mansion that dates to the late 1600s; the Armenian cathedral, whose lush interior is covered in frescoes; and the Jewish Passage, an arcade of Jewish-owned shops where we chatted with a haberdasher. Business is down, he told us, but would improve if the United States and Iran resolved their differences. He occasionally hears prejudiced remarks from ignorant people, but not from educated Iranians. And though he has visited Israel three times, he does not want to emigrate.

My companions, I learned as we drove around the city, don’t share his reluctance to leave. They have little regard for the cleric-dominated government and hate the religious restrictions that affect their lives, such as a requirement to wear the hijab. Like other Iranians I met, they were eager — and unafraid — to talk freely.

After the sun set, my guides took me to Isfahan City Center, the largest shopping mall in Iran. This confection of marble and glass houses high-end boutiques and a Hyperstar, a SuperTarget-sized store where shoppers can buy anything from giant LG flat-screen TVs to athletic shoes. On the top floor of the mall, an upscale food court offers fare ranging from koubideh (skewers of fire-roasted seasoned meat) to pizza and burgers.

At the entrance to the Hyperstar store, an illustrated sign admonishes women, in Farsi and English, to “please respect hijab.” In the illustration, the woman’s hair is completely covered. But in the megamall crowded with shoppers, nearly every headscarf is pulled back, sometimes a lot.

So, which is the real Iran? Is it a theocracy, or a high-tech consumer society? Actually, it’s a bit of both. My experience was limited, but by most accounts, the theocracy is losing ground.

One man I talked to summed up what seems to be a common attitude: Change would have to come slowly, and couldn’t be forced on the country. Many Iranians want change, but not turmoil; they appreciate that Iran is an island of stability and prosperity in a turbulent region.

An old Iranian joke says, “Before the revolution, we drank in public, and prayed in private. Now we pray in public and drink in private.” I’m told that fewer people are praying and more are drinking. And sometimes they exist in the same household, as I discovered in the next city I visited.

A Shiraz surprise

“Would you like a drink?” my host in Shiraz asked me as we sat down to dinner in his apartment. “Scotch?” “Vodka?”

I chose vodka, and he poured a shot of clear spirits from an Old Grand-Dad bourbon bottle. His wife had been fasting all day, but he had not.

“Where did you get it?” I asked.

“I have a guy,” he told me. “I call him up, tell him what I want, and he brings it to me.”

Shiraz can’t match the beauty of Isfahan, but it too has pleasures to offer, beyond vodka. At an unmarked hamam, a wizened masseur rubbed me down with a gritty cloth that removed the grime of my voyage and several layers of skin. I passed a few moments of quiet contemplation at the grave of the poet Hafiz. I got a haircut from a bemused young barber.

Early one morning, my host and a friend drove me to the ruins of Persepolis, built more than 2,500 years ago by King Darius the Great.

We paused outside the gates for breakfast and were surrounded by other ruins: the remains of a once vast and luxurious tent city, erected in 1971 by Mohammed Shah Pahlavi, the last Shah of Iran. Where the world’s monarchs and dignitaries celebrated that 2,500th anniversary by drinking Dom Perignon Champagne and feasting on roasted peacocks is today a weedy field with skeletal frames, stripped bare by scavengers.

Inside the gates, the Persepolis ruins are magnificent, revealing a palace complex on a gargantuan scale, with massive stairways and carved columns, statues and friezes. It is one of the world’s great archaeological sites.

Kings and rules have come and gone, but Persepolis is a silent reminder that when trying to understand one of the world’s great civilizations, it helps to take the long view

Time to try Iran, overcome your fear for a trip to cradle of civilisation

THERE were rumors that the feared Revolutionary Guard did not want us in Iran and we might be followed or detained.

But 24 hours later I was bathed in heat watching a fountain shoot water above the painted dome of a mosque in the cradle of one of the world’s oldest civilizations.

Walking around the historic city of Isfahan is like stepping back in time. It also provides intriguing insights into life in the paranoid Islamic republic.

Imam Square in the city’s center is a Unesco World Heritage Site, built between 1598 and 1629, and the Shah Mosque on the south side is a masterpiece of Persian architecture.


Imam Mosque- Isfahan

Huge stone columns curve into impossibly large roof beams covered in hand-painted mosaic tiles. The rooms are awe inspiring — deep blue, lemon, ivory and gold slabs framed by marble walls and Arabic inscriptions from the Koran.

Built for Shah Abbas, it is said to make even non-believers feel the presence of God. The towering entrance looks like a huge spaceship just landed on Earth.

Isfahan really is “the Florence of the Middle East”, as one Iranian described it.

Another highlight was the Malek Sultan Jarchibashi restaurant in the basement of a bathhouse built 450 years ago. It has a tiled floor and walls, expertly painted columns and Persian cloths on every table.

The food was sumptuous — saffron rice, custard-yellow yoghurt and piles of meat and chicken washed down with a salty yoghurt drink that took a bit of getting used to. We walked down the Square’s bazaar, redolent with the smell of fresh spices, olives and lemons, to browse the clothes, ornaments and intricately carved picture frames and chess sets on sale.

In the Armenian quarter, extravagant paintings adorn the walls and ceiling of the Christian church. The genocide carried out by Turkish troops in 1915 is commemorated in the museum.

The next day we took a local Qeshm Air flight back to the capital Tehran.

I am not a huge fan of the airline. Security failed to check our passports at the airport and the British Aerospace 146 jet we flew in looked older than ideal.

But Qeshm has a good safety record and flying is a practical way of getting around Iran compared to the dangerous roads.