Anita and Khaled, driving to the airport. |
The stretch limo in NYC! |
Anita and Christopher, digging the limo. |
Anita, Margie, Mark, Jan and Christopher in Grand Central Station, NYC. |
Trump Tower, near the U.N., several blocks from the hotel in NYC. |
Loading up to travel to JFK airport: Anita, Margie, Mark, Christa, Christopher, Jan. |
Anita at the Baku airport. Feeling excited and blurry! |
Karat Inn in Baku. Nifty big bed. |
Karat Inn in Baku. Notice the lack of wall hangings. |
Toilet in Karat Inn. The little door on the wall leads to pipes and shut-off valves. |
First morning in Baku, looking left out my hotel window. This man rested there for a long time. |
Straight out my hotel window in Baku. |
Looking to the right out my hotel window in Baku, directly into some yards. |
Heydar Aliyev square, near the hotel. It's paved with gleaming marble that is regularly polished. Very expensive. |
Anita in Heydar Aliyev square. Looking tour-tastic in the hat! |
More Hayder Aliyev square. Remarkably luxurious, especially in contrast to everywhere else. |
Anita with Gulheiran Rahimova, director of the Baku State University Department of International Ed. & Research Programs. |
Mark looking puzzled in front of the Institute of Radiation Problems. YOU figure it out. |
Kerry, Christa et al in Baku. |
Street in Baku. Not sure what I was aiming for. |
Tourist stuff for sale in Baku. |
Art for sale. I bought a small painting here on my last day, as did Mark. Awesome stuff. |
Temptations in Baku. |
The boulevard in Baku. Not too populated during the heat of the afternoon. |
A U.S.-style restaurant with mirrored windows. We drank tea while watching passers-by groom themselves, oblivious to us. |
"Old City" wall in Baku. |
Interesting, if poorly photographed, art on the side of a military building in the Old City. |
Military presence in Baku. |
The group wandering in the Old City. |
Statue children leaning out to see us in Baku. |
Old City wandering in Baku |
Mark gets goofy on a giant art-phone. It was in a cool art gallery called "Gallery of Minatures," but nothing was miniature. |
Mark gets serious on the art-phone. The phone actually worked! |
More "Gallery of Miniatures." Note the lack of anything small. |
Interestingly weathered floor in the Gallery of Miniatures. |
Across from the Maiden Tower. Ancient stuff brought up from the sea floor, which includes Arabic writing. |
Random image across from the Maiden Tower. |
A cool thing with interesting carving/ writing near the Maiden Tower. |
Maiden Tower and a tree. |
Denied! Maiden Tower is seriously closed and locked up tightly! |
Christopher befriends a lazing feline. |
Kitty-love with Christopher, among the antiques. |
Say, "pi-SHEEK." Now you can say cat in Azeri. (Looks like our Maxie, only more kitteny.) |
Stranger-child in huge sandals. Love the slight smile! |
The geometry of a gate. Baku. |
Ceiling of Shirvan Shah's Palace. Love the isosceles triangles. |
Earnest and learned tour guide, with mannequin sidekick, in Shirvan Shah's Palace. Baku. |
Mark enjoys the Shirvan Shah's Palace, oblivious to the spectral glow. |
Shirvan Shah's Palace Ceiling detail. Reminds me of Alhambra. Awesome. |
More cool details of Shirvan Shah's Palace in Baku. |
Depths of Shirvan Shah's Palace, Baku. |
Towering at Shirvan Shah's Palace, Baku. |
Passage at Shirvan Shah's Palace, Baku. |
Shirvan Shah's Palace, Baku. |
More Shirvan Shah's Palace, Baku. |
Children in the alleys of the Old City in Baku. I love the tiny cars all lined up. |
Mark and Vusal smiling in Caravan Saray restaurant in Baku. We're so glad to see Vusal! |
A vegetarian's ambrosia at Caravan Saray. Peach juice rocks! |
Vegetable glory in Baku. So delicious! Have some bread... |
Music at Caravan Saray. Dig the guy in the back on the right! He would crane out and grin each time we took photos! |
Christopher enjoys the belly-dancing entertainment. |
Body in motion... |
More motion- -without flash. |
Flash dancing belly dancer. She was awesome! |
The roof Karat Inn. Christa, Jan, and Margie before breakfast. Already hot! |
Me, trying not to sweat, on the roof of Karat Inn. |
View from the roof of Karat Inn, Baku. |
Random street in Baku. |
Out the bus window in Baku. |
Entrance to Ateshgah-- a fire temple in Azerbaijan. |
Christopher, Ghengis (pronounced chin-GEESE), and the bus outside of Ateshgah. |
Ateshgah, a Zoroastrian fire temple. |
Interior of Ateshgah complex. |
Inside the walls of Ateshgah. |
Ateshgah |
More Ateshgah |
Vusal at Ateshgah |
Our tour guide at Ateshgah. Vusal translated for her. |
Tour guide with a mannequin of a dead guy. True fire worshippers wanted to die at Ateshgah to ensure their passage into heaven. |
Noticing the hole in the floor-- I've forgotten the significance. Anyone? |
More trippy mannequins at Ateshgah. |
Mannequin of Zoroastrian ascetic at Ateshgah. |
From within a chamber at Ateshgah. |
Looking into the courtyard of Ateshgah. |
More courtyard of Ateshgah. |
This girl lingered at our periphery for the entire tour. |
Jan and Mark enjoy the cool shade of a chamber at Ateshgah. |
Door-y goodness at Ateshgah. |
A fire temple's gotta have fire... |
More Zoroastrian fire at Ateshgah |
Fire and sky at Ateshgah |
Got oil? A child rolls on his wheeled board in the vast, smooth parking lot of Ateshgah. |
View from the roof of Ateshgah. |
More view from the roof of Ateshgah. |
Christa, Jan, Margie, Mark, Anita, Christopher on the roof of Ateshgah. |
Vusal juggles cameras at Ateshgah. Thanks, Vusal! |
Margie enjoys the all-Azeri storytelling at Ateshgah |
Margie and the tour guide at Ateshgah exchange ideas. |
The ever-present lurker-girl at Ateshgah. Candid photo--can you tell? |
A carpet depicting Zoroaster (Zarathustra) at Ateshgah. |
The Ateshgah tour guide. |
Doing paperwork-- Only the young woman's eyes are good enough to read and write fine print. |
See previous photo-- |
Ateshgah |
Children outside of Ateshgah. |
Christopher engaged these boys and got them wound up. |
Posing for Christopher's camera while I snapped this. |
Nifty tattoos on the cool children. |
A fabulous rolling entertainment system in the parking lot of Ateshgah. |
Parking lot ornamentation at Ateshgah. |
Christopher riding a camel in Azerbaijan. |
Me worshipping fire in the parking lot of Ateshgah. The parking lot was deserted, except for the children. |
From the bus window. |
Looking out the bus window. |
A small "zoo" at a beachy resort where we ate lunch. |
A depressed peacock. |
Another depressed peacock. |
Caspian Sea |
A totally decroded sandal on the beach. It's covered with barnacles. |
A Caspian beach. It was madly windy, and the beach was all muddy. Lots of cigarette butts on this day. |
Me at the Caspian Sea. |
Looking north. |
Looking south. |
Mark flies his towel like a cape. |
Vusal and Mark enjoy the wind with the towel. |
The guy with the inner tube had been carefully observing us from a distance. Then this guy showed up and started digging. |
Vusal deals with the clothing and stuff we were trying to keep dry. |
Mark, fresh from a swim in the choppy surf, and me. |
Man with his sand pit. |
Young man buries slightly older man in sand. Buried man stays in ground approximately 45 seconds. |
Caspian beach through unused tourist trappings. |
The exit from this portion of the beach. |
Kitty that looks like Maxie resting outside my hotel room window. |
Ethereal-looking Rafael playing his incredible music. |
Rafael again, with dinner. |
This is actually a little movie of Rafael. I hope to get it active and viewable soon! |
Another little movie... |
Principal of the school at the IDP camp. These people are refugees from Shusha, forced to leave home when Armenia invaded. |
Vusal translates for us at the IDP camp. (IDP = internally displaced people) |
Christopher explains how in the U.S., we were taught that the USSR was generally "bad." |
People pose outdoors for photos after our meeting. |
Big group photo at the IDP camp. Many are teachers. |
Another group photo. |
Children playing in the IDP camp. |
Two dignified gentlemen at the IDP camp. |
Children milling around the excitement at the IDP camp. |
Mark chats with a gentleman in front of the school. |
Child at IDP camp. |
Christa and Christopher at Cafe Ekspress, which ironically had the slowest service in all of Azerbaijan!! |
Mark enjoys the menu in Cafe Ekspress. |
Projection tv inside Cafe Ekspress that shows Turkish music videos. |
Jan's looking splendid in her borrowed pearl earrings. |
A mosque in Baku. |
The same mosque. |
Us with an important educational administrator for Az. Our meeting was recorded by the media and aired on tv. |
Another group photo of same, minus Vusal. |
Kerry and Jan in the government building. |
Margie and Christa in the government building. |
Carpet on marble. Government building. |
Self-portrait in a shiny elevator door. |
Carpet intersections, and Jan's arm. |
On the front steps of the government office building. Caspian blueness beckons. |
Christa,Vusal and Kerry on the front steps. |
Mark enjoys the shade. |
Baba and me pose after the meeting. |
Sun-baked mosque in Baku. |
I lag behind as the group presses ahead. |
Graves of martyrs. |
More graves in the Alley of Heroes. |
Monumental structure. Baku. |
Eight-pointed frame. |
Diamond-ed Caspian. |
Security. He quietly trailed our group during our hour-long stroll through the site. |
Perspective. |
Leading lines |
Geometry against sky. |
Vusal takes aim. |
Maritime thickets. |
Azeri space needle? |
Caspian quietude. |
That's the building where we had the meeting. |
Mosque signage. |
Vusal chats with Christopher. Christopher had just emerged from inside the mosque. |
Funicular, to take us down the steep hill. |
Two gents enjoying a game in the shade. |
Inside the Funicular. Excitement!! |
Me and Margie thrill at the idea of the Funicular!! |
Vusal gives up his seat, and stands for the ride in the Funicular! |
Christopher plays Vanna with Funikulyor sign. |
Aaaand-- it's the Funikulyor. |
The sweetest kitten in all of Azerbaijan. It nuzzled, it purred, it made me cry... |
Me with kitten about 15 seconds before I put him back on the sidewalk,several feet from the busy roundabout where I found him. |
We went into a high-end furniture store and checked out the comfort level. Very comfortable. |
Our group in front of an important building in Baku. Must look up the name of this. |
Photo opportunity with a faux Tele-Tubby. It was scary. |
Me with Caspian. |
Exhausted little pup, resting on the grass. Mark pointed it out. I thought it was a plastic bag. |
Jan wanders over to see what I'm up to. |
Kerry and Christa discuss life over a bountiful Azeri meal. |
This was one of two tiny kittens that lingered around our dinner table at the restaurant. |
Our group in front of the ______ (must look this up). |
A little display inside the Maiden Tower. These paper mache things were common in museums. |
Me and Vusal atop the Maiden Tower in Baku. |
Hellooooo! It's Christa and Jan on the ground outside the Maiden Tower. |
View from the top of the Maiden Tower. |
View from atop the Maiden Tower of a wonderful restaurant where we ate. |
Caspian goodness from the top of the Maiden Tower. |
Self portrait on top of Maiden Tower. It's hot out! |
Vusal, Mark and Margie discuss life atop the Maiden Tower. |
The carpet saga begins. "Last price, $250." |
Tofiq, the carpet guy. "Call me!!" Accompanying story to follow... |
In the lair of the carpet sellers... |
Photo taken by Tofiq from the roof of the carpet store, adjacent to the maiden tower. |
Uber-deluxe carpets made of silk. Very expensive and luxurious. |
Margie pretends to enjoy the hookah. |
Vusal and Christopher sit in backless chairs while the rest of us get to lean. Thanks, guys! |
Aysell (someone help me with spelling!) and her husband, Kerry, the Project Harmony country director. |
Maiden Tower at dusk. |
Jamil, Natavan's nephew, in his apartment in Baku. He is 6, and was totally curious about me and very silly and sweet. |
Jamil's mother insisted he wear a shirt for his photo. Still cute and wiggly! |
Me with Natavan in her brother's apartment in Baku. I felt sick but tried to hide it. |
Delicious fresh hazlenuts, still slightly green. So good! |
Out the car window, driving to Quba. The air smelled like nail polish remover. |
Out the window, driving to Quba. |
The ceiling of my bedroom in Natavan's home. This decorative thing is about 6-8 feet long. |
My SO comfortable bed in Quba. I slept remarkably well here every night. |
It's a big room, which also had an upright piano. |
Looking out my bedroom door, through the living room. |
Natavan's friend, who was her "witness" at the wedding. She also works at the ICC (internet comp.center) in the school. |
Looking down into the back yard of Natavan's house. |
Me at Natavan's school with some shriveling student work. |
Natavan in her Gap dress at her school. "Many repairs are now." |
The director/ principal of the school readies himself for his portrait. |
Candid photo of the director. On his desk is a large, hand-written schedule for the whole school. |
Looking out through a window of the school. |
Natavan in the hallway of her school. |
A bird's nest outside a window. The birds were awesome! They could hover! |
Natavan and friend in a nicely appointed classroom. |
Me in the same classroom. |
"Many repairs this time." |
Some educational materials displayed just below the ceiling, too high for me to really see. Can the students see this display? |
One of five big piles of raw wool on the front porch of the school. This is the dowry for the director's daughter. |
The school, a former jam factory. |
Not sure what this thing is supposed to be, but it's with me and Natavan in front of the school. That's the Azeri flag. |
Lush landscapes around Quba. Sunflowers everywhere. |
The car was surrounded by a giant herd of sheep!! |
Sheeeeeep! The driver was angry and frustrated, and kept honking and muttering, trying to shove sheep with the car. |
Trying to be obedient, but it's tough when the sheep in front of you won't move... |
"I can't go until THEY go!" |
Rustam and Natavan at a beautiful (but litter-filled) brook. |
More brook. |
A little footbridge and pulley-chair to cross the brook. |
View from the brook back up to the cars. |
Rustam and Natavan pick their way across the brook. Natavan squealed repeatedly while Rustam steadied her. |
Dude on a horse, apparently offering rides? Not entirely sure what his deal was, but he was interesting. |
Horse guys. The horses seemed small and really unhappy. |
Natavan's brother, Nariman, became my unofficial guardian while Natavan frolicked with Rustam. |
Rustam and guy with horses by the brook. |
Hiking to Tanga Alta. Super hot but beautiful. |
The Afurja waterfall at Tanga Alti. |
Ayten (Natavan's sister,) Natavan and me at Tanga Alta. |
A stranger enjoys the view of Tanga Alta. |
Stranger crouching at the waterfall. |
More of the stranger crouching at Tanga Alta. |
Natavan's brother in law, father in law (Mahmoud) and nephew (Alishka). |
Self-portrait after descending from the waterfall zone. |
An English-speaking man who runs a shop in Quba. He gave me a free bottle of perfume. |
Ayten and Natavan pose with a stuffed suitcase. Natavan is moving to Kiev. |
My view from the backseat. The vehicle a Soviet-made Lada. |
Rustam and Natavan-- the happy newlyweds-- pose at the forest edge. |
Interesting plant life on the forest floor. |
"Picnic" time-- Rustam, Natavan, me, Ayten, and bountiful food. |
Ayten's husband, Natavan's father, Baktiar (Rustam's brother), Mahmoud (Rustam's father). |
Rustam and Natavan. |
Me with Natavan. I'm so tall! |
Our car, with the picnic ground name. Piva means beer. |
Alishka and Mahmoud. Alishka is Natavan's nephew; Mahmoud is her new father in law. |
View from our picnic table. |
Natavan's sister and her husband. |
Me and Natavan's father, taken by 6 year old Alishka. |
Also taken by Alishka. |
Ayten, her husb., Rustam, Natavan, me, Alishka, Mahmoud, Natavan's father |
Natavan's new mother in law, me, and Natavan's grandmother. |
Natavan and Rustam with his mother and her grandmother. |
Waiting in the car, this boy came clacking by in his mother's shoes. |
Joyful and spirited, he broke into a gallop. |
He circled back past the car. !! |
We visited the Quba "sport complex." It was about 450 degrees out. It was deserted. |
At the sport complex. I am soaked with sweat from walking in the heat. |
Aishen, Natavan's 8 year old cousin. She was intrigued with me and stared at me continuously. Those are Natavan's feet. |
After I showed her the last photo,she smiled for this one. |
Me with Natavan, trying to stay cool. |
Waiting for an engagement ceremony to begin. It's blazingly hot. |
The newly engaged. Story to follow. She speaks only Azeri, he only Russian. Fun times. |
She is a refugee from Shusha. He lives in Germany. |
She's 26 years old. He's 43 and divorced with 3 kids. |
Me with the "happy couple." |
View while waiting in the car. |
Me, Natavan and Rustam enjoy nature. It's very hot and there is litter everywhere, but the air smells good. |
Natavan in her favorite U.S. dress "enjoys nature." |
Outdoor pool-- Natavan's first time! |
The long steps in Quba, built by POWs during WWII. (Must check this detail.) |
The long steps, with various statues of heroes. |
Azeri-style photo op. Me, Natavan and Rustam. |
Ascending. |
Cemetery of the "mountain Jews." |
Looking out over the city, adjacent to Quba, that is entirely Jewish. Pop. about 8000. |
The "Quba Museum." What is that thing? No one knows... |
We pose for the museum staff. |
Anita and Natavan thrill at the wonders of the Quba museum. |
More life-size paper mache figures, modeling Azeri dress. |
The "main road" near Natavan's home. Wide, rutted and pitted, dusty, but manageable. |
Bahar with a niece and bountiful food! |
Natavan's relatives like Barbie. |
More tea and feasting. This garden was beautiful. |
Natavan's grandfather and mother enjoy the repast. |
Natavan's grandfather. What's he thinking? |
Natavan's young cousin/ relative. She burst out laughing after she saw her own image in the camera! |
Exchanging ideas over glorious food. |
Rustam inspects the rash on Bahar's arm. Advice? Rub vodka on it. Seriously. |
Hijinks at tea time! |
Gather round, now! |
Water source. |
Musical interlude during tea. She's 12 years old. |
She had to stop to tune the violin. |
Little cousin is amused by the voice of the violin. |
"Let me try!!" |
More family arrives, with a 20 day old baby girl. |
This baby had an "evil eye" charm pinned to her blanket. |
Malik, father of the baby, and the big brother of the baby. This kid was absolutey wild. |
Family boxing. |
Kid-style fun. Let's get on the roof of the chicken house! |
Up they go. |
Dancing on the roof, throwing sticks and other trash down and at each other. |
Roof disco. |
Eating nuts, and throwing the shells on the ground. |
Cracking nuts with his teeth. He's 4 or 5 years old. |
Always in motion. |
Bahar has picked roses. I kept mine for the duration of the trip. |
Poised. |
About to jump. |
Sweet "garden cat." |
Natavan just washed all these dishes. There are 86, for one day's meals for 4 people. |
The stove and kitchen sink in Natavan's family home. |
The kitchen cabinets and clean, drying dishes. |
The fridge and a little toaster oven. |
Looking out of the kitchen, into the hallway. |
Rustam and Natavan negotiate what to take to Kiev. Rustam packed each article for Natavan. |
Looking out the window on the way to Nabran. |
On the way to Nabran, the beach just south of Russia. |
From the back seat... |
Rustam and me at Nabran. The beach wasn't sandy here-- it was big, round rocks, painful to the bare feet. |
Looking south. |
Looking towards Russia, which is about 10 kilometers away. |
Natavan, Rustam and Mahmoud at the beach. |
Natavan's father lingers up on the road, waiting for us. No pressure. |
These two spoke rudimentary English. The skirted one had four teeth, total, and incredible halitosis. Said she was a naturopath |
Self-portrait at Nabran, with choppy Caspian in the background. |
Cruising, back-seat style. Me, Natavan and Rustam. |
Cows at the beach! I couldn't get a good shot out the window. They were eating weeds and garbage. |
Photo taken at the behest of Rustam. To clarify, this is sand, as this toilet is near the sandy part of the beach. |
This little kitty looks just like my kitty, Tycho. She lived in a restaurant by the beach. |
This sibling to the previous kitten looks like Maxie, my other kitty. |
Abundant watermelons for sale. |
Bahar has just packaged sticks of a plant that wards off the evil eye. I have some in my purse now. |
Bahar buys a gift for the new baby. |
The view from inside a shop. |
Natavan holds the baby. No one supports her head. |
A small party at the home of the new baby. |
The bundled baby, just three weeks old. She was hot and sweaty. |
The baby sleeping under her mosquito net in the dining room. |
We had a cake with a candle that this kid blew out. Not sure what the cake was for, nor the candle... |
This kid was 100% manic. |
He did this about 40 times in the space of 10 minutes. |
This child was doing something elaborate with a cone of sun flower seeds. |
I think she was trying to re-fold it somehow. |
Very busy with her work. |
Geese! |
A neighborhood kid and Natavan's two nephews/ cousins discuss kid facts. |
Alishka looks on as his cousin bullies a neighborhood kid. I made the kid quit headlocking the other one. |
The washing machine and shower at Natavan's home. Drain in middle of floor. |
Toilet and sink at Natavan's family home. |
More bathroom. |
The remains of breakfast in the living/ dining room of Natavan's family. |
Natavan's stuff, heaped and ready to go to Kiev. |
The kitchen of Natavan's family. |
Natavan gathering her things before we leave her home. |
Natavan's family home. |
Bahar (Natavan's mother) in the lower level of their home. |
Looking down the alley at Natavan's and Quba. |
Looking up the alley at Natavan's in Quba. |
Natavan's mother, Bahar, snaps us before we depart. Their house in the background. |
Quba, festooned with flags. Ilham Aliyev was set to visit in a few days. |
Leaving Quba. |
Besh Barmaq. The driver shut off the radio as we passed this. |
Besh Barmaq, a sacred place. Pilgrims hike to the top to kiss a certain stone. |
Refueling on the way to Baku. |
Rug making. Each knot ismade and cut so quickly, it's like music. Twang, thung, twang, thung... |
Weaving carpets of/ for a Turkish diplomat. They were so skilled and fast! |
Fashion photography beside the Maiden Tower in Baku. |
Models getting makeup for a photoshoot in Baku. |
Beauty. |
Self portrait with still life. |
Nature's glory. |
Amazing landscapes. |
Jeyhun and Vugar pose with the incredible view. |
Scenic central Azerbaijan, on the way to Sheki. |
Christa, in repose, at a scenic overlook. |
These boys are selling cooked corn out of buckets at a scenic overlook. |
Jeyhun and our apt bus driver relax before lunch at a roadside restaurant. |
Our chefs at the roadside restaurant. The food was fabulous. |
Pastoral view at the open-air, roadside restaurant. |
Abacus at the roadside restaurant. |
A common sight-- cows wandering in the road. This one might have been deaf, as she didn't respond to the horn. |
The bus pushed through this huge flock of sheep. |
A halwa shop in Sheki. |
Billboard in Sheki. BARF is a type of laundry detergent. |
Caravan Saray employee in "traditional attire." In English, his name means "lightning." |
Five tardy but mountain-climbing gents: Jeyhun, Vugar, Mark, Vusal and Christopher. Shoes, be damned! |
Before a spectacular view, Vusal shares thoughts about the Armenian invasion and occupation of Azerbaijan. |
A wandering minstrel ofsorts, this gentleman approached and sang songs about some of us, welcoming us to the area. |
Two elders share ideas in the heat of Kish. |
Light fixture in the Albanian church in Kish. |
This elder invited us to her home for tea. Albanian church in the background. Kish. |
This gracious elder gave each woman in our group two roses. She let us visit her home, which is a B&B. |
Near the Albanian church in Kish. |
Two boys in Kish. They are eating cookies that our driver gave them. |
One of many large billboards featuring Heydar and Ilham Iliyev. |
This vehicle was right beside the Heyder Aliyev billboard, across the street from our hotel in Sheki. |
A balcony at the Khan's Palace in Sheki. |
Details of the Khan's Palace in Sheki. |
More details of the exterior of the Khan's Palace in Sheki. |
Khan's palace exterior. I didn't want to spend $2 for permission to take photos inside. |
Sheki. For a small price, you can shoot this weapon at the target and win a prize. |
These girls repeatedly giggled and smiled at Margie and I as we walked in Sheki. |
Friendly shoe-repair in Sheki. This is a small trailer, maybe 6 feet by 8 feet. |
Me in the door of Caravan Saray. |
I bought this wall hanging, made by the man holding it. That's Mohamed on the right, an English-speaking 15 year in Sheki. |
The view from the upper gallery at Caravan Saray, Sheki. That's our group sitting in the courtyard. |
Vusal looks on as Jeyhun and Vugar share a chair in Mark's room at Caravan Saray, Sheki. |
Jan, Christa, me, Margie, Ruhinguez and Gular curl up for tea and sweets in Sheki. |
Christopher, Jeyhun, Vugar and Mark enjoy samovar tea in Caravan Saray in Sheki. |
Gent's table in the awesome Sheki tea room |
This boy was selling cooked corn for .40 an ear from his bucket. He was disappointed that none of us bought from him. |
Fire control at a gas station. This contains sand. |
On the tour bus, I shared my mp3 player with Jeyhun, one earbud apiece. He had never heard the Beatles. |
Gentlemen, all: Vusal, Christopher, Mark, Vugar, Jeyhun. They are about to start doing chorus-line kicks. |
Women, unite! Jan, me, Gular, Christa, Margie, Ruhinguez at the top of the Meridien hotel. |
Vugar, Christa, Me, Jan, Ruhenguiz, Vusal, Christopher, Jeyhun, Gular, Margie, Mark. |
This guy sells tourist stuff on the main tourist boulevard in Baku. I bought some keychains from his stand. |
Mark bought the painting on the left, and I bought the one on the right. This is the artist's nephew. This artist is amazing. |
In the Baku airport. |