Buta Guest House Baku

... br><br>We were stopped at the port entrance by a surly guard and led into another office, this one turned out to be the Ferry Company office, where we were charged another wad of dollars, this time for our transport. It turned out that the $90 we each paid at the other side of the sea was for the passenger and they now wanted another $90 for each bike and $300 for the Landy! Oh, and to add insult, $12 ...

Well, it's taken all day, but we've made it onto the boat. This is one dodgy affair. Happily the few other passengers on this filthy freighter are mostly British, travelling around the world on motorbikes. Everything is filthy, and there is nothing but Molly's ...

Chris didn't feel great, so Damien and I went into town to investigate the ferry, and while we were relieved to discover there was one the next day, we were surprised to find they were after over $600 for the privilege. We got a bit separated ...

Spent the day in Baku and met up with the Gordons in the early evening. We had showers! I was disappointed to find that most of my tan was ingrained dirt. Graeme took us out for a curry and few beers and we returned to sleep in beds! Chris and I shared a double bed, but he only hugged me once in his sleep. It was a special moment.

... Mais on finit pas baragouiner un peu quand meme. Les racines turques sont finalement les memes, suffit de tout dire a l'infinitif et ca passe. Les montagnes autour de Sheki sont d'une splendeur incroyable. Pas aussi hautes qu'au Kyrghyzistan mais dotees d'une vegetation un peu plus variee et de villages affichant un cachet plus evident avec les melanges de briques et de galets pour la construction traditionnelle, de brique rouge ou ocre pour les ...

... oily, but well cooked and tasty. Fair bit of fat and gristle left over. The locals probably eat this with gusto. Back down to the seafront to check the carnival, which draws crowds of locals. MP hits the sack early, but woken by Dianne about 11pm to get his gear on and out to the foyer balcony to take photos of an impressive fireworks show. About 2 AM, MP again woken by lots of car horn, sirens and police type klaxons, think ...

... the country, if you look at its boundaries from above towards the setting sun, looks like a flame. The fire worshippers chose this location for the natural gas seeping from the earth, which they kept lit in the center of the temple. Sanskrit and Punjabi inscriptions stand as testament to the Indians, who traveled here for spirituality and for trade along this part of the Silk Road. They worshipped Jwalaji, the ...

Everyone with a blue passport (the Aussies, Kiwis and Americans) have to head off to the Georgian embassy to get a visa for the next country, but fortunately the Brits don't have to so I get to spend the day wandering around town. Baku is a British (BP) and American (Exxon) oil town so has a far wider range of shops and restaurants than you ...

... He sometimes only stays one day and is gone again for days at a time. Every man we met mentions sex and wonders if we would like to take a black man. When I explain that I already have a man at home in Canada, they say that's okay if I want to have two! This is generally polite banter and almost seems like it would be rude if they didn't offer. However I did get the sense that they would be very happy if you said yes. Now what stikes me as a blow to my desirability is ...

... official hats stomping in, knocking on doors to wake everyone from their beds. As I searched for my passport, the guard who Maria had spoken with before leaving me on the train, rushed over and intercepted the group. He spoke to them in what seemed to be Russian and I handed over my passport. The younger officer of the bunch took my passport and uttered some Russian questions to me. "English?" I asked kindly. "No english, please leave cabin." The guard jumped in and pulled me ...