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... know much about it - with debates over its age, its purpose and even the origins of its name. Some suggest that it could even be a Zoroastrian fire temple and observatory from before Christ. As for the name, the excellent museum inside the tower contained a variety of stories - most of which involved a beautiful princess who didn't get her way somehow and ended up jumping off the top of it. Cheery stuff.
The rest of the old town confirmed Baku's status as a ...
... that we’d gone over were monstrous and would not allow us to return. To top this off, there was a climb, a very steep climb, 2000 ft altitude soon turned into 4000ft and we were still going up and up.
The odd local vehicle flew past us....Ford Transit vans...with about 10 inches of clearance underneath them!! Tempers were beginning to fray, it really was a stressful time...going 2 miles an hour for 3 hours was not helping anybody!! Suddenly we had another ...
... It wasn't too sour though and actually went very well with the persimmons.
At 6:30 pm, we met in the lobby to go to dinner. Steve and Nancy and Gavin and Maire all opted out because they were feeling ill so that left only 7 of us for our farewell dinner - out of the Azerbaijan tour number of 12 and Caucasus group number of 20. We said goodbye to Steve - Nancy hadn't come down- and left for the restaurant. It was ...
... to find that Baku was a further 150kms away when I thought it would be only 50kms. The reason I had no idea of the distance, is because I discovered Azerbaijan doesn’t do road signs. In the same way that Romanians don’t drive with any common sense, or the Turks don’t have safety barriers, the Azeri don’t have road signs. I think I might have seen 3 signs over a 300km stretch, which given my lack of sat nav was rather unsettling. I kept pulling over ...
... port I headed out to pick up our Uzbek visa's, this turned out to be a battle in itself and I didn't return to the port for 6 hours. When I finally made it back I found Helen sat like a queen on the only proper seat (an old car seat) surrounded by local taxi drivers and a shop owner, another Ali. Helen had spent the day giving English lesson's, bugging the Kassa lady and chatting to the local's who took her under their wing and gave her free drinks and food. ...