Our arrival into Baku coincided with peak hour on the roads
– given the driving style of the locals, it proved to be quite a harrowing
introduction to Azerbaijan’s bustling capital, with cars cutting in, queuing
5-wide on the 3-lane road, and police roadblocks to add to the excitement. We were all very pleased to arrive at the
hotel, the final hurdle being a dash across the multiple lane road to the hotel
entrance – pedestrian crossings appeared to be as optional as indicators or
sticking to your lane!
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Our view of Baku for quite a while... the port which would mark our entry point into Azerbaijan |
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Stunning modern buildings (and to the left, ones that look remarkably similar to some in London) |
Once into the hotel, the main thing on most of our minds was
food – the Caspian crossing had not been the most culinary of experiences, so
we scattered across the city in search of cheap eats or perhaps a touch of
luxury – the huge wealth of Baku and its large expat community ensures that
almost any cuisine you can ask for is available, with ingredients often flown
in from around the world – you often get the feeling in Baku that money is no
object.
In the past 3 years, Baku’s waterfront area has seen a huge
amount of development and, well, we think they have done a pretty good job!
A walking tour the next morning gave everyone the chance to
find out more about the history of this city, and our excellent guide provided
plenty of information about what present day Azerbaijan is like to live in, and
his views on where the country is heading, which was thoroughly enjoyed by all.
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Walking tourers |
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Is that a London cab? |
Leaving Baku after lunch, we headed a short distance up the
coast to our bushcamp in a mud volcano field.
Pete introduced us to a traditional South African stew (potjie) and
several bottles of vodka were consumed as we sat around the campfire to a
soundtrack of the Rolling Stones.
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Penelope and the mud volcanoes |
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Oozing mud |
Sunrise the next morning, over the bubbling volcanoes, saw
us all reaching for our cameras once again.
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Don't worry, Pam isn't actually sitting inside the mud volcano |
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Stunning sunrise |
Our next destination was the town of Sheki where we stay in
a converted caravanserai (Silk Road hotel).
Small cozy rooms are set around a beautiful courtyard, the entrance
foyer of the hotel must rate as one of the most impressive of any hotel we stay
in around the world!
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Now that's a hotel foyer |
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The beautiful courtyard at night |
Sheki’s most famous sight is the Xan Sarayi, dating from
1762 it was used as the khan’s administrative building. The decoration inside is incredible,
unfortunately photographs inside are no longer allowed, so you will to take my
word for it!
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Outside the Xan Sarayi |
The next morning, we headed towards the border with
Georgia. Our time in Azerbaijan has been
brief, but fascinating, particularly the contrast between the oil wealth of
Baku and the rural subsistence lifestyle that remains in the country
areas.
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Rural Azerbaijan |
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Lunchtime |
So what was the miracle in
Azerbaijan? Pat, our self-professed
city-phobe finally fell in love with a city - so Baku certainly worked its
charms.
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Pat in his happy place - with Pete and Sue, overlooking the Baku skyline |
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