Azerbaijan the first of our central Asia countries. Our first stop was a bush camp where unfortunately we found ourselves in a weird predicament. We set up our tents. Had dinner then some locals pulled up in a car and pulled out a generator, keyboard and speakers from the boot. Of course we were like what the hell……! They then set up their stuff and proceeded to blare out dance music from their equipment. We didn't want to be rude and a few people got up and sort of danced around with them. After the second song we asked them to turn it off so we could go to sleep. Long story short- the next two hours we were pestered by the 4 of them coming up to our tents and harassing us all for money. It actually got a bit scary at one point but they eventually left. Not a great start.
Next stop
was Sheki. An old little town on the ancient Silk Route. Here we stayed in a wonderful old caravanserai. We visited Khan Palace which was beautifully decorated with stained glass windows and hand painted decorations. Unfortunately we were not allowed to take photos inside. It was again very hot and so any air conditioned area was a sanctuary, which brought us to the local cinema. I asked the guy if there were any English speaking movies being played. He said there was not but if there were many people he could put one on. So we had our own private screening of Million dollar baby, popcorn and juice in hand. There was about 14 of us and it ended up costing each of us about £2.00 a definite bargain!
I celebrated my 29th birthday in Azerbaijan. It began with a midnight rendition from some of the group of Happy birthday. We didn’t have to leave the next day till Midday so a sleep in and a shower was a great start to the day. We drove on then from Sheki to the mud volcanoes where one of them kindly splattered my
back with sprayed mud. I had to adorn the birthday attire that evening. A birthday ritual has started in the group where we buy the birthday person a piece of clothing and they wear it on the night of their birthday. The next birthday comes along and that person wears their own piece as well as the pieces from previous birthdays. So I wore a pink belly dancing skirt from Istanbul, Evil eye bangles from Cappadocia (Turkey) and my addition of a yellow Arabian style hat.
We then moved on to Baku the capital of the country. Surrounded by oil fields the city reminded me somewhat of Dubai (even though I am yet to visit there). Sky scraping glass buildings, designer stores on every corner. Mixed in with ancient watch towers and mosques. A lot of building is going on and I imagine a lot is due to the fact that they will be hosting next yea
rs Eurovision song contest.
We stayed in a nice hotel here as they don't seem to have grasped the concept of hostels yet. Baku is also quite expensive in accommodation as well as food. In Baku it was our mission (or more so Lou our leader) to find out about the elusive details regarding the ferry from Azerbaijan to Turkmenistan, over the Caspian Sea. It is an unscheduled ferry, that comes when it comes and it leaves when its full. Whether it takes 1 day to fill the boat or 3 days time can only tell. So we were meant to leave on the Sunday and was told due to weather conditions it would not come till Monday. So this gave us another night in our hotel rooms.
At 11am Monday morning we got a urgent text message from Lou telling us all to get down to our beloved truck at the port in Baku as the Boat was going soon. Our mad rush took place and we got to the truck for the overnight ferry journey. We waited for about 2hours, then passport control took over 1.5hours to stamp us all out of the country then it was all aboard the Hell ship.
Its difficult to put in to words the condition of this ship. We had cabins of four people. We were with the Lovely Irish couple, Laura and Martin. The cabin beds had mattresses which were covered with a cover that had physical dirt all over it. Glens mattress didn't even have a cover so you could see the lovely stains and hole in it. The fixtures were all broken or ripped off the wall. We were informed by the angry lady we named ‘big ma ma’ that if we accumulated any rubbish to just throw it out the cabin porthole into the sea!
We were also sharing our experience with many Americans and English people doing the UK to Mongolia road rally. So there was about 50 passengers on the boat. It was one toilet for the boys and one toilet for the girls. These toilets did not flush, they didn't even have a chain or button. The boat set of finally at 7:30pm (8.5hrs after Lou’s text message) once the train carriages had been loaded on and all cars and truck and been well wedged in. The toilet about 2 hours in to the journey became indescribably disgusting. The contents of each sat there lapping at the rim. Despite our efforts to explain to the crew (big mama and son) that disaster was lingering and that an alternative toilet was needed. The reply we got was to just pee over the side of the ship. That is okay if you are a boy. Sleep soon allowed us all to escape to some degree from our conditions.
At 11am we docked and we were yelled at by big mama and son to evacuate our rooms. We did so and then waited till 2:30pm to be allowed off the Hell ship.
Next step was to get through the next passport control and into Turkmenistan. Easier said then done. Once off the boat we stood in the sun for about 1.5hours. We finally had passports stamped and approval to enter the country by 4pm. But we needed our truck! We sat in the lounge or rather a big tiled room with a few steel chairs whilst waiting for the train carriages to be unloaded from Hell ship so that our tuck could go free. We waited and waited and waited. By 11pm we surrounded to the fact that us and the rally drivers would be staying the night where we sat. Apparently it was found that the train carriages contained cigarettes which were illegal to come into Turkmenistan and they didn't want to unload them.
The tiles became our beds and we tried to sleep as best as possible in this situation. The next morning was bordering on breaking point for most. Especially when the border control military officers locked the toilets. People were tired, frustrated and were sick of being treated like crap. finally at 11am someone woke up to themselves and the train was unloaded allowing our truck to be free. 11:30am 48hours after getting the call to get on the ship, we were able to drive into Turkmenistan……would it be worth it?