{"id":2338,"date":"2015-02-22T02:55:22","date_gmt":"2015-02-22T02:55:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/travelcake.site\/?p=2338"},"modified":"2025-05-07T19:14:29","modified_gmt":"2025-05-07T19:14:29","slug":"desert-oasis-garmeh-iran","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.travelcake.net\/nl\/desert-oasis-garmeh-iran\/","title":{"rendered":"Desert Oasis of your Dreams: Garmeh, Iran"},"content":{"rendered":"

For as long as I can remember, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve dreamed of visiting a real<\/em> oasis. The sort of place you see in storybooks and old adventure films: a palm-fringed village with water gushing from an unlikely spring, crops growing against all odds, and silence so vast you could hear a sheep blink. A place where you sit un the shade of a palm tree by a well, watching the occasional herd pass through the dust.<\/p>\n

That place exists. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s called Garmeh<\/strong>, and it lies tucked deep in Iran\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s central desert\u00e2\u20ac\u201dthe Dasht-e Kavir.<\/p>\n

This tiny, timeless village is fed by a small mountain spring and has been welcoming travellers for centuries. Long before we turned up with backpacks and worn-out guidebooks, Garmeh served as a stop along the ancient Silk Road, offering rest and water to traders and nomads.<\/p>\n

\"Garmeh,<\/a>
the oasis of Garmeh- click to enlarge<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Getting there was no small feat. It required multiple vehicle switches, often leaving us\u00e2\u20ac\u201ddusty and wide-eyed\u00e2\u20ac\u201don the side of a barren road, wondering if the next ride would ever come. With barely a word of Persian between us, our best tools for navigation were hand gestures, hopeful smiles, and the unmatched generosity of Iranian strangers. Time and again, they found a way to help us to the leg of our journey.<\/p>\n

\"Garmeh,<\/a>
on the road…<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

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When we finally reached Garmeh, it was everything I had imagined and more.<\/p>\n

We stayed at Ateshooni, a warm family run guesthouse<\/a> in the heart of the village. The kind of place where you instantly feel like you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve been adopted.<\/p>\n

\"Garmeh,<\/a>
one of the most unique looking guesthouses I’ve ever stayed in<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
\"Garmeh,<\/a>
pet’s at Ateshooni<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Our days drifted by slowly, filled with walks, restful afternoons, and long, fascinating conversations with other travellers\u00e2\u20ac\u201dmany of them young Iranians on their own quests to reconnect with their roots.<\/p>\n

\"Garmeh,<\/a>
walking around the village<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
\"Garmeh,<\/a>
reading, discussing, laughing with travellers in the guesthouse’s living room<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
\"Garmeh,<\/a>
in the village<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

At night, the house came alive with the haunting sounds of Maziar Ale Davoud<\/strong>, the guesthouse owner and a gifted musician. His music wrapped around us like a spell. We sipped tea from delicate miniature cups, nibbled on fresh dates, and lost ourselves in the stars and the sort of conversations that only happen when you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re far from everything familiar.<\/p>\n

The food was unforgettable\u00e2\u20ac\u201dthree generous meals a day, each one more comforting than the last.<\/p>\n

\"Garmeh,<\/a>
getting acquainted with the unique flavours of Persian cuisine<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

We couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t bring ourselves to leave. One extra night turned into two, and had our visa allowed it, we would\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve stayed for a week. Garmeh was the oasis of my dreams.<\/p>\n

\"Garmeh,<\/a>
couldn’t resist spending another day in this little paradise<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Still unwilling to let go of the desert, we set off for one more night in the dunes\u00e2\u20ac\u201dthis time near Mesr<\/strong>, a small settlement close to Farahzad. We stayed at Barandaz Lodge<\/strong>, another family-run guesthouse, this one attached to a modest farm.<\/p>\n

Garmeh had been all about the greenery and the spring-fed life; here, the desert put on a different show: endless sand dunes that caught the light in surreal shades of gold. At sunset, we climbed high for dune bashing and surreal views.<\/p>\n

\"Farahzad\"<\/a>
romance at its best<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
\"Farahzad,<\/a>
our play ground just after sunset<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
\"desert<\/a>
warming up our feet after running around barefooted in the dunes<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
\"Garmeh,<\/a>
camel burgers for dinner<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Mornings were just as magical. As the sun rose, you could feel the entire farm and its surrounding rising too. Cows and sheep submitted to their milking routines, camels were led out into the rising heat, the scent of tea boiling over an open flame mixed with the crisp air.<\/p>\n

\"chasing<\/a>
chasing the rebellious camel that got away from the pack<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Everything moved, but the silence remained. That unique kind of desert silence\u00e2\u20ac\u201dwhere the sounds are there, but they vanish into something bigger. Eventually, even your thoughts begin to fade, until the loudest thing around is the sound of your own stillness.<\/p>\n

“I think I’m in love with the desert”, I confessed to Douglas.
\nHe shot me a jealous look. We never spoke of it again.<\/p>\n

\"Farahzad,<\/a>
photo by Douglas Deleu<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

We left the Dasht-e Kavir too soon. But then again, that seemed to be the pattern in Iran. Every place felt like we were leaving mid-sentence.<\/p>\n

How do you feel about the desert? Is it an environment you like?<\/strong><\/h4>\n

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