The Great Roadway Bazaar

franeuro

Observer
Here's a blog update for you guys - access to my blog is blocked here!

This is a continuation of my last update.

The next morning, I got up around 6 AM to enjoy a swim in the Black Sea. The water was perfect. It was warm enough to be comfortable but just cool enough to refresh. I splashed and floated for the next 45 minutes. It was time to move. Our goal was Batumi, Georgia. Problems with the air conditioner had been getting worse, so we also wanted to squeeze in a stop at the Trabzon Suzuki dealership.

The drive along the Black Sea coast was quite beautiful and traffic was nonexistent. Trabzon was difficult to navigate and we ended up visiting 3 out of the 4 Suzuki dealers in the city to find a mechanic. In an incredible stroke of luck, we encountered the Trabzon chapter of the Turkish Off Road Club. They took extremely good care of us, offering water, tea, coffee, and cigarettes to us. They were ecstatic when Scott left them with some magazines and stickers. The downside: they were able to find out the source of our A/C problems. Apparently there is a leak somewhere and the freon is slowly escaping. They did replace our coolant and it shouldn't be a problem (I hope).

A couple of hours later it was time to cross into Georgia. The Turkish side was packed with truckers and an absolute zoo. I met a fellow Mongol Rallier in line to get the car exported. The Georgian side was calmer. It was a bit of a shock when they made Scott get out of the car - from here on out, passengers would pass through separately from the owner/driver of the vehicle.

After passing through the border, the Scottish team I had met in line was parked on the side of the road. We enjoyed a beer in a small cafe on the Black Sea and decided to meet up in Batumi, just a few kilometers across the road.

Georgia was an incredible surprise. Batumi was vibrant and full of people. It was clear that a lot of money had been invested into attracting tourists. The Scots became separated from us, but somehow we met on a street corner and found a hotel together. It was great to meet another team since we had been more or less traveling alone since the Czechout Party. Everyone dropped their bags off and we headed out for dinner and beer.

The restaurant suggested by the hotel was closed but found a bar/restaurant closer to the town center. The food was amazing. The Georgian national dish is a cheese pie: a small crust on the bottom and filled with melted cheese. It was unbelievably good and they come in many different varieties. Cheese pie, fried pork, and cold beer was exactly what was needed after a long day behind the wheel. Some of the guys headed back, but I stayed out with two of the Scots. We had encountered a young Georgian guy during dinner who spoke excellent English. He volunteered to show those of us who remained around the city. After some Georgian cognac and Georgian wine, it was time to head back to the hotel.

The next morning was extremely relaxed. I was a little worse for wear after our alcohol-fueled tour of Batumi, so this was extremely welcome. Most of the morning was spent enjoying a late breakfast and catching up on e-mail.

The drive to Tiblisi was beautiful. The Georgian country side is absolutely worth seeing and the Georgians were some of the most warm and funny people we have met so far. They are also the worst drivers I have ever encountered. It's a complete free for all on the road. We pulled into Tiblisi around 8 PM and found a hotel. It was now time for another Georgian feast: more cheese pie and fried pork! Sleep came easy - we would need lots of rest for tomorrow's border crossing into Azerbaijan. Georgia has been one of our favorite countries so far. The girls are absolutely amazing.

Tiblisi is quite close to the Azeri border so next morning's drive was smooth. Checking out of Georgia was simple enough and I was quite confident that we would be rolling into Baku quite early. I was tragically mistaken. The Azeri side was a nightmare. Long queues, a totally inadequate border checkpoint, and angry officials all contributed to a four hour border crossing. At one point, I had to hike from the temporary border crossing through a pile of ash and garbage to the brand-new border crossing up top. We actually lost five hours due to a new time zone.

After dealing with Georgian drivers, Azeris seemed completely rational. Our drive to Baku was long and flat. I don't think we encountered any hills or altitude. Lots of construction slowed our progress, but the sheer amount of time spent at the border crossing is what really sunk us. Prior to this, we had been able to avoid driving at night (this is one of our cardinal rules - the chance of an accident significantly increases at night) but we simply could not find a hotel on the highway to Baku. I had reserved a hotel in Baku several months ago, so we decided to power on and see what we could find. Several of the western-style hotels on the edge of town were asking exorbitant rates so we headed into downtown to find the Sea Port Hotel (where I made my reservation). Luckily, it was quite easy to find. The highlight of our drive: after we had managed to get quite lost in an Azeri city, an extremely kind man gave us directions, led us to the correct turn and gave us six bottles of water.

Baku was much different then expected. I was aware of the oil money flowing into the city, but I wasn't prepared for the sheer amount of new hotels, construction, and wealth that Baku possessed. It was extremely impressive.

Our first task after awakening: attempt to get some concrete information about the elusive Baku-Turkmenbashi ferry. Most guidebooks and authorities paint this as a crapshoot. There are no regular schedules or tickets available in advance. The ships are described as roach infested and it's common to wait 2-3 days off the cost of Turkmenistan waiting for a place to dock at the port.

Fortunately, our experience was the opposite. We headed to the port around 9:30 to find the ticket office. After a few false starts, we found the correct building. They then informed us to come back in an hour or two and they would have more concrete info. Productivity was key - it could be several days before the next ferry. We checked out of the hotel, changed money, obtained cash, and purchased enough provisions to last for several days. After returning to the port, they informed us we could purchase tickets at 7 PM. Our Scottish buddies happened to be at the port as well, which was a good thing. None of us wanted to be the only team on the boat. The Customs Office let us drop the car off and complete some of the paperwork necessary to export the car, but this was as far as we could proceed.

We killed the next few hours at the pub, which provided the cold beer and shade necessary to beat the heat. Arriving somewhere early didn't seem to help in Azerbaijan, so we waited until 7:30. A man from the ticket office came and found us. George and I (George is a member of the Beer-Bongolians, the semi-Scottish team we have been traveling/hanging out with) purchased the tickets in a relatively painless process. We paid 100 USD per person and 50 USD per meter. The Jimny was 3.5, so that came out to 375 USD. The ticket price even included a cabin!

Exporting the vehicle was a pain, but the ferry was quite painless. We left the port around 2 AM and docked in Turkmenbashi around 8 PM. The boat was relatively clean, but very hot. There was even a small café. The crew was quite friendly as well.

Right now we’re in Ashgabat – we head for the Darvaza gas crater tonight and attempt to cross into Uzbekistan tomorrow. Wish us luck!

Hi Chuck,
Thanks a lot for your narrative! Please try and go on telling us about your experiences and encounters in these foreign and strange countries... it's so enjoyable!
And take care!
 

Scott Brady

Founder
We are in Samarkand, Uzbekistan. All is well.

We have our first useable internet connection in several countries. I am finally able to send and receive email from my laptop, upload back-up images, etc. A good feeling!

The border crossing was the most serious yet, but professional. Complete declaration and inspection - not a problem when you have nothing to hide ;)

We had to drive from the border crossing to just outside Samarkand with only the fuel we had on board. So glad I brought two 20L cans and that they were full. Seriously! No Benzine for about 700 KMs. We would have had just enough to make the Tajik boarder if we had not found a small station that agreed to give us some fuel. A relief.

Last night was great. We came into a little town and stopped for a meal. They put us in a place of honor with reclined eating and big pillows and pads. We ate a TON of these small almonds and had a few beers, then the Kebabs, bread, more beer, etc. We asked where the nearest hotel was, and they insisted we sleep right where we were eating. The woman brought blankets and more pillows and we slept like babies with a cool breeze. In the morning, I fixed the tire on their Lada - good times.

More pictures and updates later. Time for a shower. It has been a few, um about 4 days:costumed-smiley-007 Even Charlie is keeping his distance.
 
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franeuro

Observer
Samarkand, one of the oldest cities in the world, the Silk Road.... great!
Thank you so much, Scott.
Let the men have all the water they deserve and the Jimny have all the fuel it needs, and all'll be weel indeed.
Wish you well!
 

zjsheller

Observer
I'm having a wonderful time following your adventure. Seems you could take a year to cover all the ground you are and still not see it all. Thanks for sharing!!
 

c.nordstrom

World Traveller Extraordinaire
Another blog post:

Central Asian Recap

Where to start? Turkmenistan and Uzbekistan have both been fantastic. It cost some extra money, but using a guide for Turkmenistan was the right choice. It was great having a local guide and it was super convenient (all the hotels were booked and she got us through the Turkmen border like it was nothing).

Turkmenistan was much different then I thought it would be. The main highlight was the people - we had our first taste of Central Asian hospitality. Everywhere we went, people wanted to shake our hands and chat with us (barring Ashgabat, which had a weird undercurrent that I can't quite put my finger on). Sadly, I didn't have much of a chance to ask about the Turkmen police state.

After a fitful night of sleep in the port parking lot, Angela (the guide) met us and took us to our hotel in Turkmenbashii, a port city which is rapidly becoming a tourist destination. It was great to have a day to fully relax. Baku and the ferry had given us plenty of free time, but waiting for some nebulous event to occur is not the same as relaxing. I went for a swim in the Caspian Sea, visited the local bazaar, and took a nap. Dinner was the highlight - mutton kebabs (which called sashlyk), mincemeat kebabs, and liver kebabs. Lots of toasting as well (with plenty of vodka).

The next day was spent driving to Ashgabat. The first 160 kilometers and last 100 kilometers were fantastic new roads, but the stretch in the middle was quite bad. The potholes weren't terrible, but some were quite large. The real annoyance was the whoops in the road. I've never seen anything like it. There would be seven or eight in a row and each one would send me through the roof (we had moved some bags to the roof so Angela could ride in front). We stopped at several beautiful mosques, both built by former President Turkmenbashii (who was quite the egomaniac).

Ashgabat is quite a beautiful city - just about every original structure has been torn down and replaced with brand-new buildings with white marble exteriors. I've never seen anything like it. It's impressive, but also a little unsettling at the same time. Angela gave us a quick tour and we headed to the hotel. As luck would have it, several other Mongol Rally teams were parked outside. It's always a pleasure to meet up with other teams - instant drinking buddies. All the teams had arrived from Iran, so they were looking to do a bit of partying. I was glad to help. Vodka, beer, and cigarettes were consumed until wee in the night - the next morning was a bit unpleasant. Luckily, we had the day off. Scott and I headed to the only bank in Turkmenistan foreigners can withdraw money from (!!) and headed back to the hotel for an extended nap time. We ate dinner at a local establishment called the British Pub - a criminally overpriced restaurant praying on expats with too much money. The food was quite good, but the beer was terribly expensive. I was in bed by 11 PM.

We had another half day off as well and we completed another trip to the bank. We ran into a few more teams who had arrived fresh from Iran (now that I think about it, I haven't met any other teams who took the Caspian ferry) and killed time at an internet cafe. At 3:30, we headed back to the hotel and prepared for our trip to the Darvaza gas crater. The gas crater is the result of Soviet gas exploration gone wrong - a natural gas deposit was accidentally ignited and has been burning since the 1950's. We picked up some fresh mutton, vegetables, and vodka at the Russian Bazaar and began the trip north.

It took us a few hours to arrive at the crater. By my recollection, we arrived after 9. A 4x4 vehicle is required to access the crater and the Jimny was up to the task. The glow from the crater was visible several kilometers away. It was incredible to see in person and I am not sure I can do it justice. Imagine a deep crater with flames burning inside. Some call it "the gates of Hell". Sadly, the President of Turkmenistan has decided it needs to be extinguished (wether it is possible to do remains to be seen). We had another enjoyable meal of mutton, bread, and vodka. Angela invited several of her friends to join us and we had quite a time. Scott and I slept under the stars.

We got an early start the next morning. Our general rule is this: any day involving a border crossing requires an early start. There is nothing worse then a lengthy border crossing that puts you in an uncomfortable position (see: our 1 AM arrival in Baku). The road was fairly good most of the way to the Uzbek border, although we did have one scare: we arrived at a checkpoint only to find it was closed. The guards told Angela it may be closed until 5 PM. No one had any idea why. A near-riot almost broke out when they allowed some southbound students to pass in order to make it to their exams. Here's where having a guide pays off: Angela informed the guards our Turkmen visas were about to expire and we had to leave the country today. It took a bit of convincing, but they eventually opened the crossing for us and saved us a great deal of time.

The road was mostly good to the border but the last 70 or so kilometers was abysmal. Angela proved her worth again by getting us through the Turkmen side of the border crossing in minutes. The Uzbek side was relatively uncomplicated, although every traveller is forced to fill out a lengthy customs form. They thoroughly searched our bags (a first on this trip) and let us pass. This was our quickest border crossing since leaving the EU.

Our goal was to make it to the Uzbek town of Urgench. My guidebook indicated that there was a rather nice hotel, but we counted our chickens before they hatched. There was no easy way to cross the river to the town - we would later find out that the correct exit was 50 kilometers down the road. The cigarettes I offered the Uzbek border guard must have paid off in the form of karma because we ended up spending the night at an extremely pleasant Uzbek tea house. We were driving along the road attempting to look for a hotel when hunger struck. The owner seated us at a traditional Uzbek table (low to the ground and surrounded by rugs and pads). Scott and I pulled out the phrasebook and attempted to communicate that we were looking for a hotel. The proprietor insisted there was no need to search any farther - we would be staying here! His wife brought us blankets and pillows - were able to nod off right where we ate!

The next morning required another early start: our goal was Samarkand, nearly 700 kilometers down the road. Initially, the road was quite good but it quickly devolved into one of the worst roads of our trip. Massive potholes and signs of shoddy construction were everywhere. The most unusual and strangely beautiful thing we saw: roads reduced to one lane by blowing sand dunes.

We reached Bukhara in relatively good time, but decided to leave after witnessing the lines at the gas stations. For those who don't know, Uzbekistan is facing a severe petrol shortage - it's only reliably found in Tashkent. This was obviously a huge concern to us - we had to travel 700 kilometers! Our ace in the hole: a jerry can full of Turkmen fuel that we were able to take out of the country (this is technically illegal, but no one asked about it). We stopped to grab a quick bite to eat and I changed 100 dollars into Uzbek som. The current exchange rate: 1 dollar to 1600 som. I received two fat stacks of Uzbek currency (strangely enough, the only Uzbek note I have seen is the 1000). I planned to get a photo of myself surrounded by money, but we got lucky and found a petrol station with a short line.

A full tank of gas put us in very good spirits! We found a solid hotel, showered, and went out for dinner. The evening was quite relaxed as we were both quite tired. Uzbekistan has treated us so well we decided to spend a full day here.

This should get everyone up to speed! I'm off to see the sights. Tomorrow we have a three hour drive to Tajikistan (not including border crossings. Our current plan is to arrive early in Dushanbe and spend the day preparing for the Pamir Highway. We're both very excited - traveling along the Pamir Highway is the reason I signed up for the rally!

- Charlie
 

franeuro

Observer
Great writing, Charlie. Waiting for some pictures to get a feeling of the place...How far will Angela follow your trip? Did you appoint her from the US before your journey?
Take care,
 
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c.nordstrom

World Traveller Extraordinaire
Great writing, Charlie. Waiting for some pictures to get a feeling of the place...How far will Angela follow your trip? Did you appoint her from the US before your journey?
Take care,

Sadly, Angela said good-bye to us after getting us through the Turkmen border. I used StanTours to book a guide for Turkmenistan, but Angela also runs her own tour company.
 

franeuro

Observer
Sadly, Angela said good-bye to us after getting us through the Turkmen border. I used StanTours to book a guide for Turkmenistan, but Angela also runs her own tour company.
Thx for your answer, Chuck. Have you arranged such guides for all of the Stans you'll be crossing? Are english-speaking people rather difficult to find in the Stans?
 

Scott Brady

Founder
Thx for your answer, Chuck. Have you arranged such guides for all of the Stans you'll be crossing? Are english-speaking people rather difficult to find in the Stans?

We only used a guide for Turkmenistan, as it is compulsory to see some areas or stay longer than a few days (transit). For the rest of it, we are left to our own devices. :sombrero:
 

Scott Brady

Founder
Well, I had a much sexier post, but safari crashed - twice. . .

In a nutshell. Samarkand is sweet, with good restaurants, nice hotels and super friendly locals. Totally safe and a joy to walk around. This city was first mentioned in recorded history in 700 bc by the Persians. It was conquered in 329 bc by Alexander the great. Ghenghis did his usual and razed it around 1220.

The Registan is the most exceptional single site I have seen on the trip.
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