Tag Archives: Azerbaijan ๐ฆ๐ฟ
out from the empty halls
The hotel had a strange atmosphere to it. It was almost completely empty, and whenever I walked down the hallways, I could hear the echo of my own steps: It looked like it had been refurbished just recently, but the mattresses on the beds felt like they were decades old. The rooms had air-conditioning, but […]
delete this photo!
Finally a shower. Finally a bed. Finally some rest. I stayed in all day and sorted through the footage I had taken. I imported all of them first. Then I imported the GPS tracks. I matched up the GPS-data with the time codes of the photos and wrote the information into the metadata. I found […]
got til it’s gone
The ramp from the new highway to the old highway was closed: Of course, I thought, of fucking course. I didn’t feel like dismantling the Caboose again, so I started looking for a hole in the fence. And there was one: Once I made it to the old highway, I ran into Sarah from Spain: […]
1-0-0-0-0
When I woke up under the bridge, I felt like crap. There had been jackals during the night. And mosquitos. And people in cars trying to cross the barricades. It had been a horrible night. So I left the bridge: And I walked for a little bit under the empty highway: Then, after 2,5 kilometers, […]
why do jackals suddenly appear?
The sky was overcast, and yet the morning seemed to radiate with optimism: Maybe it was because of my pink thingies that I had bought. Speaking of pink thingies, when I saw this little party store I went in and bought some additional thingies: Walked past a park with a statue of the late President […]
authentic Haiwaiian shirts for sale (just not here)
I wanted a goddamned Hawaiian shirt: a short-sleeved, collared, printed shirt. Possibly with some flowers on it. With palm trees. Or with some goddamned pineapples. So I went to the bazaar: Well, actually I went to two bazaars, first the old one then the new one. Neither of them had anything that came even remotely […]
welcome to the club
The road out of Lankaran was amazingly well suited for walking – the asphalt was smooth, trees stood on both sides, and there was almost no traffic: Sometimes there were little rivers to cross, but I did so easily on bridges: And under the cover of the clouds, it wasn’t even hot: The only downside […]
lights down clouds up
I had gotten a room right next to a hookah bar, a place where people came to smoke the water pipe. They apparently also liked to roam the hallways and do some karaoke in the bar, so it had turned into a rather eventful night. When I woke up in the morning, everything was black. […]
sunken beauty
I had stayed in a pensionat right on the Caspian Sea beach, and it had turned out to be awesome: The people were friendly, the rooms were simple and sort of clean, there was a bit of green between them and the beach, and there were little kitten to play with. The whole place was […]
putting the foot down in Azerbaijan
I don’t know why people say blue when they mean sad. I think of blue water, blue flowers, and the blue sky. When I stepped out of the door this morning, the sky was of a light and friendly blue: The road was very quiet: I passed a beauty salon: And I passed my first […]
dรถner and beer
Leaving Iran meant missing my friends and the fantastic stew dishes. But it also meant being finally able to legally drink again. With this in mind, I had purchased a bottle of local vodka that had looked at me and said “buy me, Chris, look at how pretty I am, Chris, buy me, buy me, […]
walking on clam shells
When I went to the roundabout today, there was a different bus in the exact same spot: I lingered around for a while, then I decided to go to the beach: It was about a kilometer away. When I got there, I noticed an area near the water that was entirely covered in clam shells: […]
destination Baku
Today, as I went outside to take my daily selfie, I ran into this gentleman sitting on the stairs next to a roundabout: He said his name was Muhammad Ali, which seemed a bit strange because people who passed by used a different name to refer to him. I called him Muhammad Ali anyway, since […]
light up the stage and wax a chump like a candle
I wasn’t going to do anything today. I was going to rest and rest and rest, and do nothing. That was my plan. But then I figured I should go out and buy a local sim-card. So I did that, and I added it to the others: Then I thought of my shoes, and how […]
scared
I woke up with a knot in my stomach. It was fear. Many months ago, when I was walking through Mashhad, two men saying they were police (and showing me ID) had demanded to see my papers and my money, and they had stolen a hundred dollars from me. I had made a blog post […]