Baku

The reason for cycling in Central Asia was to see the ancient cities of the Silk Road. Baku was not particularly on my radar, I had read a lot about Turkey, Iran and about the ‘stans of Central Asia and China. Even about India. But I had somehow bypassed Georgian and Azeri history.

It makes it all the more ironic that I would choose to cut the trip short here. It felt like I had been running up to the Caspian and suddenly skidded at a halt in front of the water, dithering. That sea/lake mocking me, all calm and flat. Ferries floating along it, carrying others.

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Baku peninsula

Baku was a pleasant surprise. It had been sold as a kind of Dubai. A poster of the skyline that I had seen in Zagatala made it look all glass, sea promenades, and sparkly nightclubs. All that was true, yes, but Baku was much less one-dimensional. There was history on every corner, unusual architectural pairings, protruding (Turkic?) wooden balconies like in Tbilisi, memories from Silk Road heydays and of Soviet control.

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The skyline itself was defined for eight centuries by the 12th century Maiden Tower and subsequently taken over by the Soviet broadcast tower and now the 21st century Flame Towers.

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Palace of the Shirvanshahs (15th cent., left), TV Tower (1996, middle), Flame Towers (2013, right)

One of my favourite memories of my first cycling trip was arriving at the sea. That giddy feeling of rushing downhill in Rijeka, fast fast fast and suddenly a glimpse of blue, a top-rounded triangle between by buildings. I had been waiting for days to reach the Caspian, anticipating the feeling… but my head was full of decision not to continue and that rush was not quite there. Nevertheless, a glimpse of that horizon framed by the peninsula, knowing that the next lands were Turkmenistan ahead, Kazakhstan to the north, Russia above-right and Iran to the south. Baku is its most gorgeous by the water, at sunset.

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My favourite part of water, the horizon’s flat infinite, may be missing but the setting sun’s glow is makes up for it…

Cyril and I left Rhys in Baku, he headed to a hostel and we to a hotel – we had all stopped in a service station before arriving and booked whatever we could find online… so long as there was a shower. I washed three times.

And after, we all met up for the most splendid (heatstroke-curing) beer and meat bbq. Shocking sign at the entrance of the restaurant, though.

I had piles and piles of food the next morning, the hotel was not particularly stunning but it did have a panoramic view of Baku, which was covered by blinds (sunstroke most likely otherwise).

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Panoramic view’s playing coy

Baku was cooling down after the F1 Grand Prix. Ella was quite cocky, rolling down the streets alongside Pirelli adverts.

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Wrapping up the F1

It was rather great to visit Baku with my stepdad – we filled our couple of days there with museums and exploring the bazaar. First stop was the Old City. Its roads weave in and out of each other, cobbled, narrow, with some tourists around the main attractions and locals exiting their homes. Eighteenth and twelfth centuries rub shoulders, ramparts gleaming against the blue of the sky, and I hurt at the realisation that I was not getting to see their cousins in Bukhara, Khiva, Samarkand… Soon, soon I hope.

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The Palace of the Shirvanshahs was built as the seat of the Shirvans when the capital was moved to Baku following an earthquake in Shamakhi (towards the west of Baku). The region of Shirvan stretched along part of the Azeri Caspian and its rulers were of Arab origins, though they were Persianised later on.

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The Palace is beautiful, with peaceful rooms that felt perfect in their proportions and geometric layout. Not quite sure whether my photos capture it!

 

 

 

 

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The Divankhana, a 15th century rotunda octagonal-shaped hall that served for official reception ceremonies.
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Carvings in the Divankhana

 

 

There were residential flats around, even overlooking the Palace baths. It reminded me of Zadar in Croatia where the city lives right on the edge of, and indeed within, historical sites. And history was right there, down to bullet holes and bloodstains on the wall of the main courtyard from Armenian attack in 1918.

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Palace baths, you can see the rounded air vents there as well
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20th century bullet holes and blood stains

 

 

There was also an exhibit of a frieze from Bayil Fortress, which used to be in the peninsula close to where our hotel was. The frieze had been pulled out of the water, where the sea had now moved in. The question about the Caspian’s identity – sea or lake – dates back further in time than Herodotus (who, by the way, could not quite make his mind up on that one…) It is actually a remnant of Tethys, the ocean that linked the Atlantic and the Pacific. As the landmasses changed, the Caspian found itself left over, cut off from its siblings. It did preserve its salinity, rendering it a sea, and is prone to sea level fluctuations. The Palace museum is incredibly proud of one of its friezes, which adorned Bayil Fortress. The fortress once lay by the sea (close to where our hotel was) but is now underwater. Yet, in 1925 the sea level started a sharp decline and parts of the fortress were suddenly revealed. In 1939, archaeologists started excavations and many artefacts were pulled out from the (now shallower) depths of the peninsula. The friezes themselves had actually been discovered back in 1861 and further remnants were brought up during the excavations of the 1930s and 1940s. They had been created in 1234/1235 and are particularly interesting because of design and inscriptions. The designs include heraldic elements of the Shirvan kingdom, as well as fantastical creatures and even human faces. The inscriptions are Persian and written in Arabic, alluding to the Shah in power and to religion.

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Bayil Fortress frieze

 

After the Palace, we visited the 12th century Maiden Tower. It used to dominate the Baku skyline… until the Soviet TV tower and, a couple of decades later, the photogenic Flame Towers. The Maiden Tower is a mystery. The whole experience is immersive. You enter and go up level by level to the top viewing platform. An artwork of the Tower’s maiden alter ego greets you ethereally and you learn of the many myths surrounding the landmark. Perhaps it was built as a testament of love to a local princess by a foreign knight, perhaps it was an astronomical viewpoint, perhaps it acted as a defence to sea-faring invaders, maybe it was a spiritual centre… whatever the reason, it is a beautiful structure. Incredibly simple but endlessly impressive – how was such a high tower built all these centuries ago?

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Maiden Tower and her other tall friends

 

The Old City also let us try the most delicious lokums, covered in saffron or rose petals, filled with hazelnuts and pistachios.

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Rose-petaled lokums

 

Later on, we met up with Rhys, Action Man Amund and Charlie the Novice Explorer. How lovely to see them all again, to have a coke and kebab, and to hear about the crazy split-personality Uzbek embassy bureaucrat. Their visas and the promise of a ferry to take them to Aktau was nebulous at best and hair-pulling at worst.

 

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L-R: Rhys, Amund, Josephine, Charlie

Cyril and I also spent a good hour in the National Museum, learning about Azeri history, wars, prehistory, oil boom, tycoons (the Nobel brothers made their fortune in petrol here), women’s education (the first women’s college over the region was in Baku)… and eyeing up a whole lotta blinged-up rooms (the museum is in a former tycoon’s palace, Haji Zeynalabdin Taghiyev).

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We also payed pilgrimage to a bazar…

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Saffron, chickpeas, rose petals

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Neat matrices of fruits

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I followed this lady her patterned scarf and dress throughout the market, she was eyeing every produce rather expertly
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 Lots of caviar from the Caspian… Cyril would not let me buy it

And went to see Vladimir Tsygal’s sculpture of Richard Sorge. He was a double agent during WWII and was hanged in Japan. It’s an entrancing piece:

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The TV tower had been calling out to me and its Soviet glory did not disappoint. The cycle up to it was sweaty, sweaty, sweaty. At the TV tower entrance, they didn’t seem to believe my cycling self was planning on going to the restaurant, insisting that we’d have to spend a minimum amount. Ridiculous – I was starving and manats weren’t going to stop me. The food wasn’t great but the experience superb… true Soviet luxury, down to the rotating restaurant floor, tacky decoration and serious-looking couple having a candlelit dinner.

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Exterior

 

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Interior

The TV tower is at a high spot overlooking Baku, it was selfie-central with the Azeri flag beaming from the Flame Towers:

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And on the way back to the hotel, I attempted to photograph Baku’s version of the Spanish Steps…

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The next day was dedicated to trying to swim in the Caspian and having a look at Zaha Hadid’s Heydar Aliyev Centre. The Caspian was a fail. I thought we would find an oil-free beach (I’d seen photos) but they must be elsewhere. It looked murky and there were countless platforms out offshore:

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The oil pipelines zig-zag the country. I mentioned in an earlier post that I would show you a picture of those pipelines that had followed us along the road across Azerbaijan and sometimes even went up over the road. I had not taken any pictures of them, so did not miss the opportunity to do so in Baku:

 

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Pipes along the road, here elevated on the wall, and above the road.

And we got to visit some poetic oil pumps that were still working (video on my Instagram):

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Pictures don’t really portray the heat of that day, but this photo may. It shows the view over the ridge by Baku that leads to the TV tower. There are some villas atop it, despite landscape’s aridity.

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My camera captured it with these colours – no B&W or grey-scale filters applied.

Zaha Hadid’s building (the Heyday Alive Centre) was impressive from the outside but we couldn’t see it from the inside (it cost a high entrance fee, which we didn’t want to pay as we simply wanted to see the architecture from within, not any of the exhibitions). How silly of them.

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Cyril did enjoy getting his picture taken with wings though:

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We also had a glimpse of the parliament / presidential palace:

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The final stop in the Baku mini-break was at Velobrend shop. There, a trio of bike whisperers packed up Peg and Ella! It turns out the shop has many cycle tourers visiting them.

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That evening, we took a taxi to the airport. Bikes boxed up and me feeling strange at flying back instead of taking on the task of charming the Uzbek embassy official and waiting for the ferry to take passengers. I was hoping to see the Ateshgah of Baku, or Fire Temple, a Hindu and Zoroastrian temple that houses an eternal fire in a suburb of Baku  (it did turn off in 1969 for a while following the intense petroleum exploitation in the area). Sadly, it had closed by the time we arrived, so I only got to take this photo of the exterior:

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The moon was beautiful, though:

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We arrived at the airport at dusk, with Baku scintillating behind us and the airport’s glass cupola ahead. My tummy was still acting up a bit and I was very tired. Still, I felt I would be back sometime soon. Maybe not in Baku, but definitely along the Silk Roads, someday soon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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