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Trips to Asia

Spy – book

TECHNOLOGICAL PRISON WITH GLASS WALLS

My account has been blocked many times for publishing truth and conservative views.

Facebook is a leftist fortress, that truth defines as "hate speech", and common sense as "discrimination." It even happened that Facebook removed the post of pope emeritus Benedict XVI, because it was too conservative - but professionally speaking, it didn't meet the Facebook's "community standards".

In addition, Facebook regularly removes "likes" from right-wing websites and brings them down in search results. Facebook in theory "allows" to promote articles criticizing homosexual propaganda and anti-immigrant policies , but at the same time it does not promote them, because the number of visits in such posts is frozen.

The best known intelligence agencies in the world are: CIA, FBI, MI5, MOSSAD, KGB ..... Google and Facebook. By creating a Facebook account, you set up your own police file!

Think well before you give information about yourself on this important wing of the CIA. We live in times when it is not necessary to brutally interrogate "the enemies of the revolution", if there is a device thanks to which people willingly say what they have done, and even what they will do. Facebook knows who you are connected to; and if you are really naive, it also knows your family and your car registration number. To the secret services, Facebook is a dream come true.

Facebook is a mine that extracts information about you instead of coal, and makes money on your privacy. Really, there is no privacy anymore, and technology becomes more dangerous. As confirmed by Facebook's founder silence, I think that even if you delete your FB account, the info about you stays with them forever.

To those who doubt in "freedom of speech", I advise to learn how to fake your IP address. The first rule is that IP address does not travel with the user, although there are other ways. If someone is an "intolerant racist", and wants to write on FB that: English people are white and only white, that he doesn't want to transform Big Ben into a minaret, and that anus was designed only for toilet purposes, then it is better to post such comments outside of your address, because otherwise, as I have read: "the brave men in police uniforms have no problem in finding a delinquent who promotes an extremist material". This is not Communism by the way , but "progressive democracy".

In addition, Facebook is designed to be addictive. Its template quickly catches the eye, it lets people to complain about social and political matters, and those who feel lonely have their own communities on FB, so they don't feel that lonely anymore. Users are rewarded and punished, that's why they try to present themselves the best the can in the eyes of their communities. They unconsciously open the door to police, secret services, and foreign consulates issuing visas . FB and other social networking sites promote false, improved image of their own reality, for which they want to be admired and rewarded.

Dreams vs Reality- on social platforms.

Do not try to promote an improved image of yourselves on the internet, because you are chasing an unreal dream, which could become a terrible mental blow during the first brutal contact with reality.

Instead, I advise you to learn manual jobs which develop thinking and independence - (carpentry, construction, plumbing, herbology), so we don't end up with a generation of idiots, whose whole world ends with stupid selfies and Facebook likes.

Twitter is another Marxist platform led by Marxist trash; and that's why my Twitter account has been already suspended. Generally on Twitter, church and white people can be offended at will, but on the other hand criticism of homosexual movements and anti-liberal, non-globalist views lead to account suspension. I also noticed that especially quotes from the Bible, to Twitter are like salt in the eye.

When it comes to women, I advise them to learn how to bake cakes for their husbands, instead of flexing their buds on Instagram. Social media is also designed to outcast people from the real society, because people whose attention is constantly hijacked by tablets, smartphones and computers, do not have time to interact with real people.

“People will come to love their oppression, to adore the technologies that undo their capacities to think.”

— Aldous Huxley

Throw away your smartphone, and use cheap trashy phones without internet access, and use temporary SIM cards with them. After a week or two, burn them and use another disposable trashy phone. You will be safer and you will keep more privacy from the constantly stalking You eyes of the Big Brother. If several million people did it, smartphones would be free, on a condition of long contracts and internet connection. Stop wasting your life on pressing buttons on your smartphone that you don't even fully understand, and which have already taken over your freedom. Instead, talk to a living human being, have connection with the natural beauty, and your phone can be as primitive as possible.

In my point of view phone addiction is a dangerous disease of civilization

"Freedom of speech" on social media is not free, privacy is like golden dust, and officially it is neither Communism nor censorship, but "progressive democracy" based on total invigilation - through creating a pleasant and technically advanced concentration camp with glass walls!

"Believe nothing you hear, and only half the you see."

- Edgar Allan Poe

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A few words from the author

Whilst travelling from the Christian remains of Constantinople and the ancient sands of Persia, through the Himalayas, the Great Wall of China and the dense jungles of Borneo, I realized that the world must have its order. Therefore despite my beautiful adventures and experiences I always remembered which culture I myself belonged to, and I also appreciated the beauty and values of our beautiful - White Christian civilization.

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Expedition to Azerbaijan 2013

By: Martin Malik
All travel reports are translated electronically although minor improvements are sometimes made.

Azerbaijan 2013 – travel report

Trip route : border crossing on Lagodekhi – Balaken, Balak, Zaqatala, Seki, transit through Ismayili, Lahic, Baku, Baku .

The border between Georgia and Azerbaijan

On the Lagodekhi (Georgia) – Balakan (Azerbaijan) route, there is a border between the two countries. From the village of Lagodekhi I drove to the border hitchhiking for about 5km. I ate my last breakfast in Georgia with a dog and then went to cross the new border. I admit that it went pretty smoothly but the uniform twice asked me if I was in Armenia for what I said “no” because for that moment I have not had time to go there.

At last I was in Azerbaijan, in a country where due to the visa bureaucracy my journey began much earlier.

Transportation from the border

The Azerbaijani border is empty and calm, so the taxi drivers tried to stretch me. First they wanted 40 manat, then 30 and then 10 though I just got into a cab. But I’m not too hasty, so I went on foot and waited for the hitch. I walked the empty road with my big backpack and also with the tent just in case. Finally stopped the Mercedes who took me to the nearest town Balakan for only 1 manat.

The distance between the border and Balakan is 14 km.

Balakan

Balakan is the nearest town on the way to or from Georgia. I would recommend staying here for an hour to see the park and have a tea and chat with people. Uninteresting row of shops on both sides of the street does not deserve attention. Balakan should definitely not be on the list of travelers and classify this town as a place of change.

Transportation from Balakan to Zaqatala

I got to the mall for only 0.6 manat and the ride lasted only 20 minutes.

Zaqatala

Zaqatala is definitely more interesting than Balakan, but it is not a town with which I should tie the future. I classify Zaqatala as the first true impression of Azerbaijan where I recommend spending all morning and afternoon, although I stayed here also for the night. To Zaqatali I arrived too late to catch another bus to Seki, so I decided to use my time as best as possible. For the room at the train station I paid only 5 manat which is very cheap but the conditions in which I lived was not worth more. The plaster fell off the ceiling and from the walls but there was light, a bed and a warm shower with a hole in the floor. Other rooms cost 25 and 12 manat and were definitely better.

When I left the luggage I went to visit. First I made some pictures of “antique” cars and then went through the center, passed a mast with the great flag of Azerbaijan and stopped at the mosque. Walking up the road after about 10 minutes I reached the row of shops and to the green square where I sat down for tea.The police were very interested in where I came from so I said that I was just a tourist. Actually I was here mainly to see the ruins of an Armenian Orthodox Church, which was deliberately hidden behind the houses.For political reasons, this church has little chance of being restored even though it would be the biggest attraction of the city. The fortifications of the fortress in the area were also considered to be too new to be a real attraction. I walked up the high stairs, turned right and after about 5 minutes I reached Heydar Park.There were several carousels, beverage outlets and, of course, a monument to Heydar Aliyeva before I made pictures of the local girls. I also noticed that in such a small town there were many posters of the late President Heydar Aliyev, who witnessed the enormous cult of the individual. Besides, in Georgia, the tourists’ view was common, while in Azerbaijan people were more interested in me. Fortunately, my Russian is good enough that I was able to handle it well. I spent the evening in a tea room where I spoke in Russian with the men. I learned that life in Azerbaijan is very difficult because 1 manat is equal to 1 euro while average salary is only 150-200 manat. Then I went to my ruined room and was happy to get into the new country. I also realized that overall I was lucky to have missed the last bus. Zaqatala was a very good experience.

Transportation from Zaqatala to Seki

I only paid for 2 mails and the drive lasted 2 hours. Then from the area around Seki Station, my local route number 11 got to the caravanserai area.

Seki

Seki is a small town surrounded by green hills which can boast of rich history and art. Still, I would not be expecting many tourists here. I was the only one. After arriving at the bus station I stopped for tea served in Turkish cups and then bus number 11 went up to caravanserai. I stayed at the Karavansaray Hotel, a historical facility that was converted into a hotel. It is a typical caravanserai built of stone, with traditional arches and a square with velom flowers. The hotel is a showcase of Seki, and even if you do not stay here, it is a good idea to come for tea to get some history and fine art. Outside there is a row of souvenir shops and halal labs. Two parts of the street separates the channel from which unfortunately there was no water for a long time because the plants on the bottom looked strong and dry. The whole area of ​​the old town from Caravanserai down is attractive in terms of old architecture, and finally there is also a 19th century mosque and park. I also noticed that people were nice to me, they looked for contact and they were clearly interested in where I came from. In Azerbaijan there are no tourists so visitors in their country is an event. I sat in one of the squares where the peanut seller gave me sunflower seeds, I was at the street shoemaker and I talked to the boys who were making fun of me. It was nice though as one of the main tourist centers was also very quiet and depopulated.

I stayed at a private host because only he offered me the price of 12 manat with breakfast which compared to the 20 manatas for the hotel was a very good deal. The passerby, who just wanted to help the tourist, helped me find this place. In Azerbaijan it is good that someone can help, and not like in India where “help” means cheating or robbery. At the center, there was a poster of Heydar Aliyev, as the cult of the late president is evident in Azerbaijan.

Then I went up to the ramparts where there was the famous Xan Sarayi Palace, several museums and a gallery. This part of town is supposed to be the biggest attraction for turtles although I picked it up as a regular. Upon entering the stone gate I first went to the shops to the right where you could buy paintings, carpets and many decorations for women and souvenirs. For connoisseurs of souvenirs I recommend for example a carpet woven with contours Azerbaijan or stained glass with colorful glasses made without the use of glue and nails. On the other side of the street there were museums where I was guided and where I was thoroughly explained to the history of some of the buildings. First I was at the Ethnographic Museum where there was a section dedicated to the animals living in the area, it was also part of the Second World War and the Nagorno-Karabakh conflict and of course each of these stories was told in the way I expected.First of all, despite the occupation of Azerbaijan, the Soviet Union played the role of a savior and Stalin was a good uncle. It was impossible not to notice the racial and cultural proximity of Turkey to Azerbaijan which confirmed several paintings and carvings with the image of Ataturk. During my travels, the Azerbaijani themselves often said that Turkey and Azerbaijan are two brothers, although I see here also a “fraternity” based on common interest. In the middle there was a local television, so by the way, they interviewed me and they were supposed to post on youtube. It was also interesting that the museum was empty but 8 women worked there. These ladies sat down at the zenwatch, gave me tea and talked a little about life in Azerbaijan and Europe. Across the street was a nineteenth-century Orthodox church, which now houses the Art Gallery. This is a collection of armor, plates and local products but I just stood in the doorway to see one small exhibit room and found it was not a museum worth the money. Interesting was Sebak’s studio where glass-wooden stained glass was made. Their production requires a great deal of patience and precision because their craft consists in sliding small slides into wooden wedges to give them geometric, matching shapes. At the very end I also went to Xan Sarayi, or to the Khan Palace completed in 1762. The property is in a rose garden with a pond and a massive, huge tree. This palace is primarily a mosaic show which I described earlier and paintings on the walls. Xan Sarayi is sure to impress and in terms of art I recommend him the most, even though the vibrant colors just beat the eyes.

I think Seki is a good experience for a traveler and it is very convenient to go straight to Baku.

Transportation from Seki to Lahic

Route 11 got from the caravanserai area to the bus station. Then after about 2h driving and for only 2 manatas I reached the suburb of Ismayila. Then I crossed the road and waited for the hitch on the route to Baku. Shortly after, the car pulled up and pulled me up to the fork in Lahic. Unfortunately I waited here for a very rarely traveled road, although I was lucky enough that after half an hour a young boy was riding his 40-year-old Uaz straight to Lahic. He removed his trash from the front seat and allowed me to go inside.The road was beautiful as it ran through beautiful mountains and picturesque canyons. (From the main road to Lahic is 20km also the transportation is necessary).

Lahic

Lahic is a picturesque mountain village and one of the better places in Azerbaijan for a taste of rural life.The artisans of local craftsmen are made of copper dishes and other everyday items that can be admired in one of the many workshops. On the main street there are also many souvenir shops and local hosts open their homes for tourists and offer hiking and horseback riding in the mountains. The very center of Lahic is so small that you can go in half an hour but it took me a lot longer since I was in the workshop, I was obviously in the tea room and I bought some spices. One host offered me a room for 15 manatees with meals but I had another plan. I left my luggage in the store, took only what was necessary and went on a lonely walk into the mountains. First I went up the river to the waterfall and it was an adventure to observe nature and enjoy the blessed silence. I walked through the boulders scattered all over the river and jumped from one stone to the other. I must admit that the waterfall itself was energetic but very small and did not resemble those of Laos, big and blue. From the waterfall I returned a piece the same way and then started climbing uphill. My trail was very different depending on the place. The approach was mild and it was only a walk through the grassy clearing, but the other time I was walking through the cracks and slipping across the rocks and breaking through the dense scrub. Views have changed all the time and in the passing hours I admired new landscapes and I was more and more satisfied but also tired. My initial plan was to reach the very ruined fortress of Niyal Qalasi, but began to fall overnight. So I searched the right place to break the tent and then in full darkness I picked up the brush and burned the fire. Fire guaranteed to scare the animals, but also to extend my attractions that day. As soon as the fire burned I lay down in my tent on the cold ground. Unfortunately I did not sleep well because I did not even have the basics of luxury and compared to many nights spent in the mountains, in the deserts and steppes I think that was one of the least pleasant ones. I blame the fact that I do not want to ever carry too much equipment. In the morning I made a tent and went down to Lahic. Despite heavy and cold nights, I felt great and I was once again ready for action.

Lahic and his nature as I recommend. For those who are in the backpack it is also a great place to buy copper dishes and to see the rural life of Azerbaijan.

Transportation from Lahic to Baku

After leaving Lahic I was lucky because I caught a hitchhiker on the main road and as before my 20 km was beautiful as it led through the picturesque mountains. Upon reaching the route the first hitch wanted 10 manat so I thanked and the other took me around 2h straight to Baku for free. Moreover, I was so lucky that the driver gave me another 5 manat for dinner because I guess I looked poor.

I suspect that the Ismayili to Baku would cost about 4-5 manat and the shared taxi about 10 manat depending on the deal. I beat almost all of Azerbaijan for free.

Baku

(City description, suspicion of spying, interesting conversations in the hotel and on the street that told me a lot about the local dictatorship)

Baku is in my opinion a very nice and fast-changing city. It is a combination of post-Soviet past with attractive walls of the Old Town and glass towers. It is also seen that Baku is a monument to money because its new promenade and pampered Old Town have undergone a very expensive plastic surgery.Baku offers good cuisine, history and memorabilia related to Azerbai culture (carpets, copper dishes and others). Strolling along the streets of the Old City and passing by desert mosques in the distance, we also see three glass skyscrapers with sloping shapes and attractive buildings. (On the margin of the only ugly building is the president’s presidential building which is housed in a communist rectangular block and I think it’s even better that you can not photograph it.) The Baku social center is the Bulvar, a promenade on the Caspian Sea, one of which is fountains and exotic plants. It is a very pleasant, peaceful place in the most famous part of the city, which leads to a high mast with a huge Azerbaijani flag and a cemetery and monument high above the city. I also noticed that, contrary to Islamic law, young couples in Azerbaijan are holding hands and hugging each other on benches.

Upon arriving in Baku I first tried Azerbaijani kebabs but I was not impressed. In Turkey or in the Arab Emirates they give a real kebab, while in Azerbaijan it is a big roll, a lot of sauce and meat as a remedy.Then I tried to find the hotel but unfortunately I did not have any sure why I took the metro to the train station because apparently there was a very cheap hostel. My trip with a big backpack in the heat was very unpleasant although it was even worse when in the information I was told that unfortunately they already closed it. Fortunately, I was advised to go to the Naftalan Hotel in Moncin Bazar. I drove there by bus number 14 and got off at the last stop. At night it cost me only 10 manat which is very cheap compared to 40-50 manats in the center. It was a pleasant and certainly the cheapest hostel in Baku and guests every evening they organized a small party. There were citizens of the former Soviet Union, including Uzbekistan, who I know very well. They served me food and we also conducted many political talks about Armenia, Russia and, of course, Nagorno-Karabakh. I noticed, however, that they did not trust me and one of the comments stuck in my mind; “We do not know who you are, so some things we will keep for ourselves,” then began to laugh. They spoke very carefully about Russia and his presidency, and allowed themselves only full freedom of speech when it was the subject of Armenia and Nagorno-Karabakh. This told me a lot about Azerbaijan, the dictatorship and the cult of the late President Aliyev, whose paintings were also in the hotel. The manager also asked me how many times I was going to stay. After Baku I moved the buses which are very well organized there and every once in a while I got off at various stops for tea. I was sitting in a small chair at a low table, and the tea was giving me new drinks. In this way I made various topics and, of course, starting with the topic of money and work, we quickly went to discuss the issue of Armenia and Karabakh. Another topic was the wages in Azerbaijan. The bus driver complained that he only earned a hunger salary of 150 manat per month, equivalent to 150 euros, and the president probably earns 20,000 euros a month. But for some reason in Azerbaijan is exactly the same situation that I experienced in China.In China, very few agree with Mao Tsetung, and even the Chinese government is openly speaking of his mistakes, but for some reason the Chinese do not speak bad words to him. In Azerbaijan, however, people are unhappy, poor and unemployed, but no one wants to comment on the president and his father, Heydar Aliyev, who lost the war with Armenia and brought the Azerbaians to poverty. I think that Azerbaijani people need foreign spies to dump newspapers called “truth” and “do not be afraid to fight for theirs” on the streets of the country, although I could say the same about every European country and the United States.

For a few days Baku was my base and that was why I had enough time to see the whole town and arrange some trips outside. For the first two days I went to the Bulvar or the promenade on the Caspian Sea. It is also the place where the Old Town begins and where there are attractive tourist attractions. Sam Bulvar is very pleasant at any time of the day. On the opposite side of the sea is planted many exotic plants and the promenade is often a fashion show where women come to present themselves in the company of their men. Bulvar is also a good lookout for three glass skyscrapers on the top that change colors after sunset, but for me it is primarily an attractive and peaceful place to which many times I still return. On the main street there are also many interesting government buildings, many of which are very impressive and on the roads are the same taxis used in London. You should also pay attention to the yellow opera house, city hall, carp museum, manuscript museum and some lovely squares with fountains. In the same area there are also many desert colored mosques and two churches. I have seen all these objects but did not always come in because I was not interested in the eighteenth century crowns, churches frescoes I have recently seen so much in Georgia, or carpets which for 3 weeks I have seen hundreds in Iran. It was more important to me than the impression of Baku. At the beginning of the Old Town (Icheri Sheher) there is a Qm Qalasitower built in the twelfth century, whose destiny is not quite known. I admit that the mystery of this object, which is additionally surrounded by old-style buildings and vegetation, I liked and are also associated with interesting legends. Historians think that this very massive, 8 storey building served as a defensive wall or observation tower or as an astronomical observatory, although there is also a story of unhappy love. This property appears on all postcards of the Old Town. Below you will find shops with Azerbaijani products (such as armor, carpets, jugs, various souvenirs) and below the square with statues and lower rows of desert shops. Each of them has an exhibition of carpets and handmade copper jugs (probably from Lahic where I was before). Going through the Old Town and stopping at the carpenters from time to time, I reached the walls , and many decorations like the old cannon. Walking through winding alleys I first saw the Cuma mosque and another important point was the Shirvanshahs Palace . It is a 15th century complex of many buildings, which was nicely restored in 2003. There are, among others, the apartments and the Keyqybad mosque leading to the Dervish mausoleum. The whole complex is on two levels and is rich in sculptures. From there I headed up to the newer part of town with the sad face of war Sahidler Xibayani . I walked up the stairs sometimes passing the terrestrial line and the rich-looking houses. It was clear that only the thickest wallets lived in this part of town. The first object worth mentioning is the Turkish mosque and the cemetery of people from many wars and many nations fighting in Azerbaijan. Further on the large square there is a monument of eternal fire to the memory of the fallen who is today one of the symbols of Baku. In turn, turning right behind the Turkish mosque and then once again down the white stairs in full glory you can admire the Flaming Towers, or tall glass towers to remind the flames. Strolling down the boulevard in the evening, you can see that they are illuminated in the color of Azerbaijani flag, which is an additional charm of this city. As I climbed from the top, I sat down for a moment on the wall from which I had a very good view of the entire port, the Caspian Sea and the high mast with the flag of Azerbaijan. At the end I walked the boulevard and late in the evening I returned by bus to the hotel where one of the guests played the guitar.

Day trip outside of Baku to: Ogun (Temple of Fire), Qobustan, petroglyphs, James Bond oilfield, mud volcanoes and finally swimming in the Caspian Sea.

(I also describe the exact transport from place to place and I believe that my plan can be used as an accurate guide)

After a few days in Baku I went to see other interesting things in the area and it was another great adventure. From the hotel in Moncin Bazar I took a bus going to Narimanow Metro Station. On the margins of the square near Narimanov Station there is a nice center where you can dine in the evening and have fun in the merry-go-round. From Narimanov station I got onto the bus number 184 and after about 0.5h I was at the final stop 5 minutes walk across the tracks from the Atesgah Fire Temple on Peninsula Abseron . The Temple of Fire is one of the most important monuments of Azerbaijan and was built in the 18th century by the followers of Shiva. It is also important that the Temple of Fire is one of the most sacred for the followers of the extermination. The entire facility is desert-colored and consists of a small temple in which eternal fire burns (thanks to the continuous supply of gas) and around them are the chambers and there are models of antique zarobastians in their daily work. I spent about an hour in this facility because I like better feel the atmosphere of the place and I have to admit that moving around the wooden surface and exploring all the chambers is occupying. I highly recommend the Atesgah Temple. I only paid 2 manatees for the entrance.

Then I went back to the dusty square where the buses were and I got to number 184. When I was about 20 minutes away from the post-Soviet plate houses and the wilderness, I got to the suburb of Baku where I had to go to bus number 207. This bus was long because it was behind the center of Baku and beyond Bulvar and a great mast with the flag of Azerbaijan. On my way to the left was the Caspian Sea and theJames Bond oil field , as there were shooting pictures for The World is not enough. It is rather uninteresting, stinking place driving the economy of Azerbaijan but on the way back and so I got off on some pictures.Immediately afterwards, I saw a new mosque in every inch and then got off at the last stop of the name ‘dwaccat’. Then I got on bus number 195 and traveled about 45 minutes through the sandy wastes. I reached Qobustan , a dirty, poor and uninteresting hole separated from the road by a high concrete wall. I did a little shop shopping here and I was lucky enough to find a tascher who agreed to take me to all three places for 15 manat, though he wanted 25. After a while we got to the Petroglyphs and the museum.

Petroglyphs are carved mosaics in rocks dating from the Stone Age. In those days, the Caspian Sea was about 80m higher, which means that primitive people lived in caves just above the water and in the hunt for a lot of interesting shapes. These included animals, people and the boat. The entire area around the petroglyphs is a semi-desert area decorated with plant robes and large boulders. This place is most recommended, and not only because of the original art itself, but also because of the surrounding great rocks, grottos and vegetation and the view of the blue sea. There is also a sign that you should be careful about the snakes, but in my case it was a nice addition because I hold some strangers in the house and trained with the venom before. I was also here in a nicely prepared and worth every manatee museum, where the figures of the stone age were shattered during daily activities, animals living in these areas and weapons and tools found in the petroglyphs. Then we went to the nearby Roman Grafitti (2km from the petroglyphs) but unfortunately this part was not nicely exposed. I saw only a huge boulder fenced with a grid inscribed with Roman inscriptions. It is the easternmost discovered monument of this kind and comes from the 1st century probability. Then I went with a cab driver to a roadside tea shop for only 1 manatee.We sat in the shade, we were resting, and I watched the trucks. Then we went through desert wastes to the mud volcanoes , which turned out to be a completely new experience for me. Petroglyphs have already been seen in Kyrgyzstan and temples are in every country, but volcanoes of this kind are very interesting not only for geologists. It is a network of very small volcanoes that explode, bubbly and spit on a beige mass, and at the top there is a couple rising. I was on it, I was waiting for the best explosions and I admired the beautiful landscape.

The Dasgil hill on which the volcanoes are located would probably have been completely destroyed if not for this geological phenomena. The whole is in the desert, and the Caspian Sea is visible from the volcanoes. After all, the driver drove me to Qobustan and from there I got on the bus and for only 20 qepik I reached the beach of Sixova . After a hot, hard and very adventurous day, I finally dived in the tranquil Caspian Sea. It was very nice and at the beginning of September the sea was still at 26 ° C. Then my return to the cheap hotel at Moncin Bazar in Baku was also very interesting. From the beach I hitched a hitch into a new, very nice mosque overlooking the sea and oil fields of James Bond. Then I grabbed another hitch which I got to the Bulvar area and strolled for the last time in the streets of the Old Town, in some way saying goodbye to the beautiful capital of Azerbaijan. Then take bus number 14 back to the hotel.

Transportation from Baku to Quba

Getting to Samaxinka bus station was not easy and it took me some time but it was ok. I had to go there with three buses starting from Narimanov station and I was successful because the people were helpful and told me where I should get off. Sometimes I had to go a bit, but it was another transport adventure in Baku. Taxi is unfortunately expensive. The transport from Baku to Quby cost 4 manas and took over 3h but sometimes it may take longer or shorter.

Quba

When I got to the bus station in Qubie, I looked around and quickly realized that the place was only a small, unattractive transport hole on the way to Xinaliq. So I went to the pub, bought the grapes at the bazaar and asked one of the many unemployed taxi drivers how I could get there. Unfortunately to Xinaliq there was no cheap bus because it was not a busy direction so a taxi was the only option. Everyone said that the transport costs 40 manat but there was a taxi driver who offered me 20 manat.

In Qubie I was obviously 2 times since I had to go back to Baku and take the opportunity to see it and this small town. I was in the tea room where apart from Turkish tea I was given a dolphin or Azerbaijani delicacies wrapped in grape leaves. Also tea and vegetables for only 3 manatees. Then I walked through the hole, reminding myself of the bus station that was hugged by a mine and shuffled around. Taxi drivers posed for photos and were eager to talk about their poor, poor lives. I was also in a fairyland which in my opinion despite some carousels in the end was not so cheerful. I met a 77-year-old grandfather who told me that the best time in his life was when he served in the Red Army in Murmansk and thought that if the Soviet Union were still there he would still feel like a 27 year old. I think Quba has its tragic side and it’s a gray, bleak city where life does not spoil anyone.

Transportation from Quba to Xinaliq

The road to Xinaliq led through beautiful mountain views, a canyon covered with greenery and a view of the river below. The more advance we made, the mountains were more beautiful and the open spaces were the home of the scavenging sheep. The climate was getting colder but it was a good prelude to my new, beautiful adventure near Dagestan.

The taxi journey took about 40 minutes. I remind you that it is very important to bargain for a good price because taxi drivers know that Xinaliq does not run buses and try to pull as much as they can. I paid 20 manat but it was a price bordering on miracle. I think 4 people in the taxi should pay a maximum of 40 manat per one way back and you can try hitchhiking alone. Taxi drivers will also pretend that they do not know about the new road to Xinaliq and therefore will tell fairy tales of uneven route and higher fuel consumption.

Xinaliq (Khinalug)

Xinaliq is one of the most beautiful and attractive tourist destinations in Azerbaijan. It is a mountain pearl of the Caucasus that goes back to 5000 years ago, and the village itself is the highest in Azerbaijan and one of the most isolated and highest in the entire Caucasus. The people of Xinaliq speak their own language, “khinalug” although they also speak Azerbaijani and Russian. Xinaliq village is charming and the vast terrain of any summit guarantees magnificent views of the Caucasus. The village is built of stone in such a way that it seems that one house is built on the other. I was here in the museum, but the greatest pleasure made me walk around the narrow alleys of the village at all its levels. I sat down at the same time and the local women gave me tea and of course we had a conversation. I saw people doing their daily activities like shoveling horses, feeding ducks and transporting them. In the evening despite the dark night and cold Xinaliq was the most alive. People had a party in the day room and the children were very interested in the only tourist in the village and wanted to see my pictures.

When I came to Xinaliq I had no place to stay as there is no official hotel. Some locals wanted 25 manat for accommodation with meals but one host allowed me to stay for only 5 manat and the next day the women gave me something to snack on. Goodbye apart from money I bought children candy. For two full days I wandered around Xinaliq and its surroundings. I climbed up to a couple of mountains, watched rural life, and gorgeous green valleys and river in the canyon. It was also interesting for me to feed sheep and donkeys around the river, though I was also witnessing how the shepherds loaded the rams on the upstairs car and how nicely they convinced them with their whips. I also loved it. Generally my whole stay in Xinaliq and its surroundings I found to be good and I would recommend both the historic village and its people as well as the scenic views around. I think Xinaliq is a mandatory part of the trip to Azerbaijan.

Transportation from Xinaliq to Baku

The hardest part of my transport was the course from Xinaliq to Quba. First I had to go through a piece and then I managed to catch a hitchhiking for only 3km. Unfortunately, it began to rain and I was lucky to have a place to hide. But it was not easy because I was standing in the rain in the strong wind for about an hour until finally a 30-year-old Uaz who had taken me another 30km. For this part of the journey I had to pay 5 manat and when I think about it now I think I was so lucky that I had such a choice. There is no formal transportation in Quba – Xinaliq and the weather is variable and it is a very depopulated section. Last 7-10km I drove old Moscow for free. After getting to the station in Qubie, I came to town for a few hours and then drove from the city center to another railway station, of course passing the next monument of Heydar Aliyeva.Here, I got on the bus in which Poland would furrorę lovers of old junk, which I also am. I paid for 3h drive 4 manatees.

Transport from Baku to the Georgian border

Good bus ride passed pleasantly. I paid 10 manat for 10h while driving on the route the driver deceiving because one girl paid 12 manat. However, it is very important to have a good plan your trip with Krasny Bridge border. There are buses going from here directly to Tbilisi, the Marneuli or to limit or Georgian – Armenian.

Summary of Azerbaijan

Azerbaijan turned out to be my another interesting adventure and appreciate the fact that I was able to get there. Due to the difficulty of getting a visa and its high price not everyone takes the effort but I assure you it is worth it. Country defends itself against mass tourism which makes it even more interesting. In addition to the beautiful city of Baku and interesting neighborhoods Qobustan most liked the mountainous areas near the Lahic and of course Xinaliq, but I assure you that in so exotic in their own way the country as Azerbaijan all around, starting with the culture and a good approach people to tourists will surely be a memorial for lifetime. I would definitely recommend Azerbaijan.

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