Just before sunset, we climbed up the fortress build by Alexander the Great, or what’s left of it, just outside Nurata. Indeed the mud bricks have all melted back to dust, and it’s hard to tell the eroded mounds and heaps that people have been running on for centuries were once a fortress.
On top of the predominant mound, kids were flying their makeshift kites: a piece of corrugated cardboard with a fabric tail, and a string!
The locomotive was new, but the cars… not so new. They were in acceptable condition (legroom ok, and rather comfy seats), but the ageing air conditionning was struggling with the outside furnace. The train manager obliged us to shut all windows and blinds (on the sunny side) to save the energy, but air circulation with openened window would have probably been more refreshing.
So we were wet for three long hours, with the loud and saturated sound of a TV series in russian.
There is one fun fact about those trains, but I want to make it a little game. In those pictures, find one very unsual thing for us westerners. The winners gets a free ticket from Tashkent to Samarkand, worth 21 000 sums!
Here they are, the Mud Volcanoes… There are dozens in the region, but the bus driver left me on the side of the road, pointing to this hill close to the sea. Continue reading
This week I send a report to podcast Homolab with Baylen and Lucio, but without Lucio, and Rosie, sitting in for Amy. Continue reading
I really had no idea where to look for. The bus driver left me on the side of the road in the middle of this desert, and pointed to the direction of a hill by the sea. It seemed about 5 kilometres away… I started walking among the pipelines…
I think this is the most remote and isolated village I’ve visited in my trip so far! Continue reading
Cela fait trois jours que je suis en Azerbaijan. Je me suis arrêté à Zaqatalan, et maintenant à Sheki. Continue reading
Video blogging, play the video!
It’s all in the title, I knez the road wasn’t very busy, and slightly downhill.
I wanted to make this moment a little special: my first border crossed on foot, after 3 weeks in Georgia, and all the stories I had there…
Now I’m in Azerbaijan, I can read again!!!!