Travel Blogs from Baku
They have a funicular to get you up/down the hillside.
However, I showed up on lunch break. Being adventurous, I climbed my way to the top. Stupid me. 3/4's of the way I ran into construction - I found a way around but I should have waited.
Interesting cemetery at the top (see next entry).
I did take the funicular back down.
Almost got caught taking a photo of the UN Building (see that guard?)
I would have liked to say it was uneventful, but unfortunately, my driver was not at the airport to pick me up at 3 am. I called him and woke him up ( :( )
Then I had to call my contact and wake her up to make sure that the driver was going to come get me. I was uncertain. I did make it to the hotel before 5:30 am.
Soooo much fun.
As we handed our passports at the immigration counter in Baku airport, the official first looked for all the usual information - passport details, Azerbaijan visa validity etc. but then proceeded to carefully (visually) scan every single page in the passport! What he was checking was the presence of any stamps from having visited Nagorno-Karabakh, a country recognized by no one, but claimed by Azerbaijan. Evidence of having visited this ...
... spending a second night on the ferry. This was fine. The accommodation was good, we had food and we also had some booze.
There was no movement on Sunday morning. But at about 2pm we heard the anchors being raised and the ferry then slowly edged its way to the dock where we arrived at around 3pm.
We all got off the ferry and made our way to the Turkmenistan immigration.
... and said, "You only have your-shelves to blame". I love his wit!
We skirted around this place and that, driving and driving with Helen and Rogan wanting to push through and get as far as we could. With only a transit visa for the truck in Azerbaijan, we had just 72 hours to get to Baku where the truck would go into storage at the cargo docks until we secured a ship to take us across the Caspian Sea.
Good news came later in ...