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Nizwa’s Goat Market, Oman

When I said to people I was going to Oman to visit a goat market I got a lot of puzzled responses. However, the goat market clearly looked like a must-see, especially for photographers, plus Nizwa, the local town where it was held, looked stunning. I checked into a hotel on the outskirts of town, after arriving on a late flight from Colombo. After a few hours’ sleep, I went down to reception to ask the night manager to book me a taxi to town. “No madam”, he said, “no taxis in this town.” Seeing my shocked expression, he quickly added “but don’t worry, just stand on the side of the road and someone will pick you up, reinforcing his statement with “Omani people are very hospitable you know.” I hadn’t ever heard of a no taxi situation while travelling, so not convinced, I was sure at least one would drive past at some point. But over an hour later, having attempted to flag down a couple of learner drivers (they looked taxi-like), still nothing, the receptionist was right. Too far to walk, and the market finishing around 9am, time was ticking. So, I started to put some serious effort into flagging down cars on the side of the dusty highway. At last some men in an old pick-up truck took pity on the flustered foreigner and pulled over (it was obvious where I was going – I just pointed at their goats in the back!) Thankfully, the market was still in full swing when I arrived and I found myself only one of three tourists.


Not quite knowing where to stand and a bit intimidated by the fierce-looking bulls attached to their owners by very thin ropes, I shot across the auction ring to the raised concrete area in the middle, which looked like a safe vantage point. I don’t think any photo is worth getting trampled for, but two dedicated photographers clearly did, leaping out in front of the cattle like crazed matadors. The locals, engrossed in their bidding, were happy to ignore them.


I went for the candid approach and concentrated on getting as many discreet shots as I could. The locals in their traditional clothes make fabulous photos, especially the Bedouin women in their striking facemasks, locally known as batuoola, a style found exclusively in the Persian Gulf region.


One of the photographic challenges to be prepared for is the lighting, which is difficult is to work with as the main auction ring has an overhead awning which casts areas of dark shade across faces. However, there is a lot of bartering that goes on outside after the main auction finishes, so if you do want some well-lit pictures, it’s a good idea to stay around for the end.

Nizwa certainly exceeded all expectations and turned out to be a beautiful little town with a spectacular Fort, and easy to explore on foot too.  All in all it was definitely worth the transport hassle getting there and I ended up with lots of decent shots. Heading back to my hotel, I managed to grab a seat in a Bangladeshi workers’ bus and jump out by my hotel for a much-needed bowl of hummus at a nearby café, followed by an afternoon nap!


Top tips for Nizwa market: Hire a car and remember to bring a good zoom.


An Architectural Gem

Behind the reception of my hotel in Muscat was a tourist post with a stunning image of a golden dome against a crimson sunset. I decided to track the place down and after much Googling I found it was called Asma Bint Alawi Mosque. Being a small place, it’s not actually on any tourist itineraries, so it took quite a bit of convincing to persuade a taxi to drop me off there and then return to collect me after sunset.
Located alongside Muscat’s formula-one-speed highway, the mosque is tucked away in secluded gardens, not far from the Royal Opera House. On arrival, it looked deserted and rather unassuming. Inside, however, the design is breathtakingly gorgeous. I wandered around the courtyard, admiring the over-sized golden doors and green and white zig-zag floors. For symmetry-loving photographers, the entrance arches provide perfect framing opportunities.
At nightfall, when local people start arriving for Maghreb prayers, the place becomes even more atmospheric. Lanterns turn the façade molten gold and bushy date palms become striking silhouettes against amethyst skies. Although it’s tiny compared to the city’s landmark mosque, Sultan Qaboos, Alawi is definitely one of Muscat’s hidden gems, especially for photographers. It was that dazzling, that if I’d had a hire car, I would’ve returned for morning light the next day.
Tips for visiting Alawi Mosque: If you have time or are staying near, aim to visit both morning and evening for the best photos. Remember to take a wide angle lens with you.

Exploring Iran

Booking a tour of Iran directly with an independent in-country operator, then transferring funds based on email communications, was a definitely a leap of faith, but despite our uncertainties, everything ran smoothly. We discovered a country full of breath-taking architecture, rich history and warm and welcoming people. Unfamiliar to western eyes, arriving in Iran can be an anxious experience, especially for female travellers concerned with the logistics of being escorted, not to mention wearing the mandatory headscarf.

As we entered Iranian airspace, we copied the other women on the plane and draped our pashminas over our hair. Breezing past welcoming customs officers, we were immediately spotted in baggage reclaim by our driver/guide Ramin. Skilfully negotiating Tehran’s crazy traffic in his ubiquitous white Peugeot (nearly every car is a Peugeot in Iran) he delivered us safely at our hotel, The Englehab. The décor was stranded in the 1980s, but it was well-maintained and spotlessly clean. We decided to head out immediately by cab to catch the sunset at Milad Tower, the world’s fourth tallest. Braving the biting February wind on the observation deck, we gazed at the distant snow-capped Alborz mountains – before my friend suddenly realised she left her new iPhone6 in the back of the cab! Ramin spent pretty much the whole evening calling every cab firm in the Tehran trying to get it back – no small feat in a city of 18 million – but amazingly, he actually managed track down the taxi driver, who arrived next morning with the phone. Relief all round! Then we just had time to visit the impressive Azadi Tower, one of the symbols of Tehran, which marks the west entrance to the city.

The next day, at Tajrish Mosque near Tehran’s Northern Bazaar – where I wanted to buy metres of the opulent textiles on display – religious monitors fluffed our heads with feather dusters to remind us our pashminas had slipped again…


Termeh fabric

Giving up on our attempt at stylishly draped scarves, we decided to get serious and buy our own chadors for mosque visits. Ramin whisked us off shopping, selecting the best Islamic fashions for us to try on. The shop staff clearly found our fumbling fashion display hilarious and probably their best entertainment all year. When we came to pay, we struggled with the complicated currency of rials and tolman, and Ramin had to be our banker, (as well as fashion guru)! At the time of writing this, British tourists had to be accompanied in Iran, although I hear this is changing. It was strange at first for someone so well-used to independent travel to be continually chaperoned. However, Iran would not have been as accessible without Ramin (who became a good friend as well as our guide) and I have to admit, it was amazingly relaxing not having to do any research or bookings! One place we definitely wouldn’t have thought to visit alone was Qom – the centre of Shi’a Islam and birthplace of 1979’s Islamic Revolution. Most Iranians go there on pilgrimage to visit the Shrine of Fatima. But despite the perception the place might be a tad anti-western, Qomis are actually very welcoming. We even asked a few of the formidable-looking clerics for photos, dignified in their elegantly-draped monochrome robes. I’m sure our chadors helped us blend in; we even had local women asking us for directions!


Shrine of Fatima, Qom

Next we headed to Kashan home of the best bread (prepare for carb overload!) A traditional town with an exquisite Taj-like mosque, beautifully restored merchant’s houses – some have been converted into atmospheric guesthouses – and an authentic bazaar, a highlight was tea amongst the rug-sellers gazing up at the beautiful ceiling.


Tea in Kashan Bazaar

After Kashan we drove to the medieval village of Abayneh. Guarding the village was a group of toothless but tough old ladies who insisted on selling us bags of desiccated apples; like a Persian version of Snow White. With one stationed on every corner demanding rials, we decided to make a swift exit and press on to the fabled Esfahan. Named ‘Half the World’ by the seventeenth century Shah Abbas I, Esfahan definitely lived up to all expectations. At night, the turquoise domes and golden arches of Iman Square or Naqsh-e Jahan are luminous against velvet skies and the photo opportunities endless.


Esfahan at night

For a real visual treat, visit inside the Sheikh Lotfollah Mosque. The soaring entrance, called an iwan, is encrusted with beautiful azure honeycombed tiling known as muquannas. Far above on the domed roof, a sharp shaft of light from a cleverly positioned window creates the impression of a tail on the mosaic peacock.sam_3031-1024x683

Peacock’s tail on the mosaic ceiling

The authentic desert town of Yazd was our next stop, where cobalt minarets soar above cubist mudbrick houses. Home of Zoroastrianism, the ancient Persian religion, the city houses the Fire Temple which contains a flame kept alight since 470AD. We visited the eerie Towers of Silence on the outskirts of the city. This is where centuries before, the Zoroastrians laid out their dead for the vultures to pick clean. Despite the gruesome stories, we started to feel peckish. I rotated Persian classics all trip, the standard chicken kebab and saffron rice with mirza ghasemi, a smoked garlic, tomato and aubergine dish and fesenjan, chicken in a walnut and pomegranate sauce. But there were plenty of random meat options on the menu for the more adventurous – like the dubious sounding muscle rice.

On the way to Shiraz we stopped overnight at a converted caravanserai (old desert trading post). It was just as well as we hit an unexpected blizzard on the way. Waking up the next morning in the middle of a snowy desert was a breath-taking experience and literally icing on the cake – it was my birthday!


Desert blizzard

Being further south, Shiraz was warm and sunny when we arrived. We headed straight to the most iconic sight in Iran – the Pink Mosque or Nasir al-Mulk, so-called because of its gorgeous rose-coloured tiles. Entering the winter prayer hall was like stepping into a rainbow. Built to face east, so the stained glass windows catch the early morning sun, we stood and marvelled at the dazzling patterns reflected on the Persian carpet. When the colours faded, we wandered to Valik Mosque with its 107 arches – again, stunning for photos, and then finished the morning by shopping for antique jewellery and ceramics in nearby Valik Bazaar.

The poet Hafez has legendary status amongst Persians, so a visit to his tomb is a definitely a must.


Tomb of Hafez

Outside, men linger in groups holding tame lime and lemon budgies. “Do you want to know your fortune?” says Ramin. We watch as our little feathered mystic darts forward, selecting a slip of paper with its orange beak – our future printed in Farsi. The (photocopied duplicates!) both predict more travel, which is spot on, as our next stop is the fabled Persepolis, heart of the Persian Empire, with its legendary griffin-topped capitals.

The ancient capital was sacked by Alexander the Great in 330BC, but inside the Apadana Palace, the exquisite reliefs are amazingly preserved, depicting rows of tribute bearers from the enormous Persian Empire, which stretched as far as North Africa, Ethiopia and India.

Despite all the negative responses I had when I told people I was going to Iran, we felt safe at all times and even discovered a fun and light-hearted side to the country. With economics sanctions lifted and a thawing of relations with the west, perhaps these changes will enable the country to open its doors a little wider to its unique cultural treasures.


Famous Griffin capital