Kerman Economuseum

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Iran’s Economuseum becomes a major tourist attraction
An ancient building in southeastern Iran has become a museum of traditional professions that attracts a large number of visitors.

A historic school in the city of Kerman, in southeastern Iran, has been restored and renovated and renamed “Economuseum”. It is a place where visitors can familiarize themselves with the different traditional professions of the city.

For starters, the Grand Bazaar of Kerman has numerous attractions. Anyone entering the market can spend hours visiting the historical monuments there, including old small workshops. Old men have still kept alive and probably forgotten professions in the province.

According to a Persian report from the Mehr News , one of the ancient monuments in the main hall of the bazaar was recently restored.

Visitors can now see for themselves the traditional professions of Kerman people there. Each camera is dedicated to a certain art and industry. Ceramics, carpet weaving, carpet weaving and a room with symbolic decoration suggesting that Kermanis decorate the rooms of their houses. A public road in the monument is going to be adapted and put into service, too. This place is known as the Lady Bibijan School. The building was opened to the public in 2015 as the Econonomuseum of Professions, which houses visitors and tourists.

The historic building built in 1888 was first used as a joint Iran-UK bank. Later, after the bank was transferred to the British consulate, the building was renovated in 1933 for use by students. In 1941, it was named after the lady “Bibi Hayati”, and was used as a school until 1977. It was then abandoned and extinguished. And several years ago, it was restored and converted into a museum.


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Khazine Valley, The Grand Canyon of Iran
About the Grand Canyon of America, a lot of things have been said or written.But about his brother in Iran “Khazine Valley,”there is very little content.
The Khazine Valley is a unique natural attraction, located in the middle of the road to the town of Andomyshk- Khoozestan and next to a village by the same name.

Khazine Valley Lorestan Province

The valley has a suspended bridge known as the tallest bridge in Iran, as well as the Middle East.
This valley has many similarities to the American Grand Canyons, which you can see in the screenshots below.

Khazine Valley and river
Khazine Valley and river

Crossing the Karkhe River through this valley gives it a special effect.
One of the important attractions of this valley is the existence of a bridge with a length of 112 meters and a height of 85 meters and a width of 80 meters, which is referred to as the tallest bridge in Iran and even the Middle East.

Screw Horseshoe Grand Canyon Khazine Valley

Screw Horseshoe Grand Canyon
As we said, the Khazine Valley is very similar to the Grand Canyon in the United States and is an example of it in Iran.
In one part of the valley, this resemblance reaches its high, and the image is very similar to the Screw Horseshoe in the Grand Canyon, facing the visitors.

The Grand Canyon The Khazine Valley
Screw Horseshoe Grand Canyon

Walking on the bridge
Imagine being on top of a 29 story building, but what you see below is a watery river.Walking on this suspended bridge brings exciting moments to you.
The wind in this area will increase your adrenaline and will shake the bridge to around.

Walking on the bridge Khazine Valley

Best season:
Lorestan is located in a mountainous region that has a moderate climate during spring and summer.The Khazine Valley is located in an area exposed to sunlight, it is better to choose spring and early autumn for this trip.

Khazine Valley,The Grand Canyon of Iran Screw Horseshoe Grand Canyon

How to go:
The Khazine Valley Village-Pole Dokhtar City- Lorestan Province.

Khazine Valley,The Grand Canyon of Iran


A motorcycling adventure across Iran: ‘the standout attraction is the people’ | Travel

In the dining room of a remote hotel in Iran’s Alborz Mountains was a locked glass case displaying a solitary English-language book.The Valleys of the Assassins, Freya Stark,” said the hotelier as he unlocked the case, removed the book and turned to the page of a hand-drawn map. He pointed to our location. “You know Freya Stark? She came here in 1930. English lady, like you.” I nodded. She was one of the reasons for my journey.

“I think you are Freya Stark – but on motorcycle!” he declared as he carefully returned the book and locked the cabinet door. It seemed like a lot of reverence for a 10-quid paperback, but the book has immortalised this valley and his village.

I was motorcycling through the Alborz as part of a longer ride around Iran. My journey would take me more than 3,000 miles from the Turkish border to the southern deserts. I had long been an admirer of the British explorer and author and her forays into 1930s Persia, which she approached with a gung-ho attitude not normally associated with the serious geographical expeditions of the era. Most of all, I liked that she was entirely unpretentious about her motivation. “For my own part I travel single-mindedly, for fun,” she said.

‘A paradise of dirt tracks and waterfalls’: the Alborz mountains with Lake Taleghan in the foreground.

‘A paradise of dirt tracks and waterfalls’: the Alborz mountains with Lake Taleghan in the foreground. Photograph: Ali Majdfar/Getty Images

Stark had walked this same route I was riding more than 80 years earlier, tackling dangerous terrain and doubting locals in order to map what was then uncharted territory. She was on a mission to discover the ruins of Alamut Fortress, headquarters of the ancient Ismaili sect, better known as the Hashashin, who had terrorised this region in the 11th century.

Even today, the steep-sided mountain roads of the Alborz have a lonely, forbidding feel, but here, and throughout Iran, I would find myself approached at the roadside by complete strangers who would invite me to stay at their homes. The feeding would begin as soon as I walked through the door – plates of fresh melon, sweets and nuts served with tea – always tea. Meals of flatbread and yogurt dips followed by stews, on piles of Persian tahdig rice – crisped on the bottom of the pan and drenched in butter. I asked one man about Iranian hospitality. “People must look after each other,” he told me, with a serious expression. “No matter what religion we are.”

Famous footsteps: Freya Stark in Jebel Druze in the 1930s.

Famous footsteps: Freya Stark in Jebel Druze in the 1930s. Photograph: Alamy

Although I set off on this journey carrying my camping gear, my tent remained unpitched. With each host, I was passed on to their friends and relatives throughout the country, all seemingly happy to host a strange British woman on a motorcycle. Occasionally I would crave the anonymity of a hotel room. In larger towns there was always a small guesthouse where I could relax.

Although the southern slopes of the Alborz are close enough to Tehran to offer ski-resorts and hiking trails, in the more isolated valleys the weather can change quickly and navigation becomes challenging. But for a motorcyclist on a trail bike, the Alborz are a paradise of dirt tracks and waterfalls, where eagles circle high above jagged black rock and snow-capped peaks.

Stark encountered her share of obstacles when she set out to explore this region, but it was a different set of challenges to those a British woman faces today, travelling alone in the Islamic Republic of Iran. In the 1930s Persia was ruled by the secular Reza Shah, who was actively modernising the country, including emancipating the female population – to the extent of banning the hijab. The British presence also remained powerful, running Iran’s oil industry, railways and telecommunications.

‘Strangers would invite me to stay and the feeding would begin as soon as I walked through the door…’: Persian saffron rice.

‘Strangers would invite me to stay and the feeding would begin as soon as I walked through the door…’: Persian saffron rice. Photograph: Alamy

Eight decades, one MI6-backed coup and an Islamic revolution later, it remains a challenge for a solo British woman to enter Iran, especially on a motorcycle – a form of transport outlawed for Iranian women. But after some interrogation, fingerprinting and a little skulduggery on my part, I made it across the border. Like so many Brits before me, my fascination soon turned into full-blown Persophilia. The sheer otherness of Iran is enchanting – wandering through the 15th-century bazaar in Tabriz, piled high with saffron, gold and carpets, or exploring the ruins of Persepolis, the seat of Persia’s ancient kings.

A guidebook will point you to the glittering mosques, palaces and ancient gardens, but Iran’s standout attraction is its people. Travelling by motorcycle made for easy icebreaking, but on my few excursions by public transport I experienced the same eager hospitality and appetite for spirited conversation, laughter and human connection.

I made my journey in 2013 and the following year Iran forbade British citizens from travelling independently, so the only way to go was with an authorised tour or guide. Last year the British embassy in Tehran reopened and travel restrictions were lifted, making Iran more accessible than it has been for years. I have returned to Iran each year since my first trip and its allure never dulls. The deeper I dig, the more intrigued and enamoured I become. If you have a chance to see Iran, take it. I am so glad I did.