Day 29 – Baku Home

Thursday 25 September 2014 Now I know why the flight back was so relatively cheap. My routing took me back via Baku airport, in Azerbaijan. However, Baku airport has two terminals, in effect one for flights to/from the ex-USSR, and the other for all other international flights. The trouble comes …

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Day 28 – Indians and Germans

Wednesday 24 September 2014 The view from the top of the hostel wasn’t as impressive as you’d think – possibly because all you really see are roofs of the houses below you, and none of the really pretty buildings are that tall. Bear in mind that the hostel is down …

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Day 24 – Small World, Big Buildings

Saturday 20 September 2014 Well, isn’t it a small world, backpacking I mean? So, I’m pretty much staggering into the hostel at 7.30am, stupidly early (or late, depending on your point of view), wondering if I’d be charged for last night or even if the hostel had cancelled my reservation …

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Day 23 – Are we there yet?

Friday 19 September 2014 Oh my absolute … today is best represented in a timeline. Be aware I am seriously peeved. (all times 24 hour clock) 0820 – leave hotel for bazaar 0850 – arrive at South Bus Station, Nukus. 0905 – get bored of taxi drivers and wander into …

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Day 22 – Transoxiana

Thursday 18 September 2014 I have mentioned it before, but this is Transoxiana, the land beyond the Oxus river that often felt like a ‘boundary’ between worlds. The Oxus river itself, now the Amu Darya, flows from the mountains in the South of Tajikistan, forms part of the boundary with …

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Day 21 – The Other Dead Sea

Wednesday 17 September 2014 It appears the hardest part of living in a remote community by the shores of the Aral Sea is the lack of women. This was revealed to me late this evening when one of the local men, who’d come in to answer the phone, wondered what …

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Day 20 – The End of the Road

Tuesday 16 September 2014 (and a bit of Wednesday 17th, to keep Moynaq together) Welcome to Moynaq, the small town with the big fart. I’m not at all sure how many people live here, but it’s probably fewer than live in my current hometown of Kirkby-in-Ashfield (which is about 30,000). …

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