In Bander-Abbas, the weather was really nice, no need for any jacket or any warm layer. Bander-Abbas itself doesn’t have anything particular to offer though. I just went there to extend my visa. At my host’s though (a great host named Aboo and his cool flatmates) I met another female single traveller who was coming straight from India, an Italian girl called Fulvia. She decided to join on my little excursion on Qeshm, and island just south from Bander-Abbas. It’s the only time I hitchhiked in Iran, on that island, and it felt reaaaaally good! We met great people who took, as usual, extremely good care of us, showed us around the island’s island,
The people on the island were physically very interesting, not at all looking like the Iranians from the mainland. Some of them definitely had features similar the the people originally from Africa, or so I thought to myself… I asked why. It turns out, a long time ago, one end of the Island used to occupied by the British, accounting for some blue eyes and fair skin – which I didn’t witness myself – while the Portuguese had set quarters on the other end of Qeshm. And they had brought some black slaves with them, which explained the frizzy hair and wider noses I had seen. Unfortunately, the people on the island and in the south of Iran in general didn’t allow me to make portraits of them. It didn’t matter if I asked myself gesturing, or with a lengthy explanation by a Persian friend, they consistently turned me down or almost flew away at the sight of the camera.
It’s really a pity because in the south of Iran, the women’s dresses change and become really colourful, with shiny leggings under their mid-shin skirts and plenty of thick anklets. On Qeshm, one group of women in front of the shop said if we wanted we could try some dresses on and take pictures of ourselves, but they wouldn’t let us take their pictures. They were draped in beautiful fabrics. Some of the older women from around Bander-Abbas, the Banderi women, also wear a sort of very impressive mask over that eats up almost all of their face. It’s sewed in the middle over the noise, and can also be beautiful, in rich materials glimmering in the sun. But I could not get even one picture of those…
Oh, and if you’re wondering why there is suddenly a picture of me and my travelmates amidst the usual kind of pictures I share, it’s because I think one of my grandmas doesn’t really get what all the other pictures are about… so this one is dedicated to her!