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  • Baku

    The new Dubai?

    Travel between Georgian cities is by way of marshrutkas – minivans driven by madmen. In Kutaisi, they leave from the bus station car park and stop

    Both eyes on me

    Of all the phobias I’ve come across (not to mention the choice few I have cultivated myself), statue phobia has to rank up there as

    Fire mountain

    Saturday night in Baku. Very cold, too cold for snow but a definite hint of rain in the air. We’re going to see Yanar dağ,

    Don’t confuse Armani with Armenia

    Shopping, like most things I’ve found in Baku, comes in two extremes: very cheap or very expensive; Turkish tat (a change, albeit not a marked

    Invisible

    A couple of months ago, I thought Azerbaijan was a country on the other side of Serbia. Geography was never one of my strong subjects.

    Baku beckons

    I am awake when I wake up. My usual sleepy headedness is noticeably absent. I check my watch – 9 am. I’d slept in later

    Diplomatic persons

    The flight from the Ukraine to Azerbaijan was about half full. The first transit bus had disgorged its passengers and we had taken seat, expecting

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