This image shows the area north-east of Kashan, up towards the Khurasan Highroad. In 1601, Shah Abbas walked through Kushab (bottom left here) and Dastkan, then across the white salt wastes of the Darya Namak, via Hauz-i Aga Muhammad and up towards Pul-i Shurab. He apparently did not stop at any of the three nearby …
Siahkuh (also called Abbasabad or Qasr-i Bahram) and Haramserail are situated close together, and between the fearsome salt plains of the Darya Namak and a 30km expanse of salty mud. Siahkuh is said to have been built as a hunting lodge for Shah Abbas the First, while the nearby Haramserail is suggested to have been …
Stone lions are the traditional grave-markers for the bravest of Bakhtiari warriors – these are in Chahar Mahal, at the western end of the migration, with the mountains we have walked over behind us.
New mothers are the only people the family groups do not wait for – breastfeeding women must stop to feed, and then hurry to catch up later. The babies always stay, or are put back into, the cribs for breastfeeding. In our walking group, Khanom-Gol had given birth to Qader, her first baby, only seven …
As we came towards the end of the migration, everyone was getting tired. Blonde children are surprisingly common among the Bakhtiari, and this little one stood no chance of keeping up with his mum if she didn’t carry him – I had to run alongside to take this photo.
The Bakhtiari traditionally tied inflated goatskins to animals and people to help them over the largest rivers. Now, some bridges have been built, although we still walked through the shallower waters.
Between the Zagros mountain ranges are riverine areas. Here, Terasi is helping part of the flock cross a small stream.
The Zagros consist of parallel ranges of mountains about as high as the Alps. You have to walk right up and then right down all of them on the migration – but that hardly seems to matter, since on the tops it’s like you can see the whole world below and around you.
This unmarried woman is walking fast. Notice her light plastic shoes – my walking boots were ridiculed as too heavy to be practical.
We were in a ‘flock jam’ here. With only one pass over the highest mountains, all the families are forced to converge from their many grazing paths. Of course, on a road, the stock can’t feed so everyone tries to move on as fast as possible.