Azerbaijan, July 2005 Photo Gallery by avuxeni at pbase.com

Azerbaijan, July 2005

Here are photos from my journey with Project Harmony to Azerbaijan.

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Anita and Khaled, driving to the airport.	The stretch limo in NYC!	Anita and Christopher, digging the limo.	Anita, Margie, Mark, Jan and Christopher in Grand Central Station, NYC.
Trump Tower, near the U.N., several blocks from the hotel in NYC.	Loading up to travel to JFK airport: Anita, Margie, Mark, Christa, Christopher, Jan.	Anita at the Baku airport. Feeling excited and blurry!	Karat Inn in Baku. Nifty big bed.
Karat Inn in Baku. Notice the lack of wall hangings.	Toilet in Karat Inn. The little door on the wall leads to pipes and shut-off valves.	First morning in Baku, looking left out my hotel window. This man rested there for a long time.	Straight out my hotel window in Baku.
Looking to the right out my hotel window in Baku, directly into some yards.	Heydar Aliyev square, near the hotel. It's paved with gleaming marble that is regularly polished. Very expensive.	Anita in Heydar Aliyev square. Looking tour-tastic in the hat!	More Hayder Aliyev square. Remarkably luxurious, especially in contrast to everywhere else.
Anita with Gulheiran Rahimova, director of the Baku State University Department of International Ed. & Research Programs.	Mark looking puzzled in front of the Institute of Radiation Problems. YOU figure it out.	Kerry, Christa et al in Baku.	Street in Baku. Not sure what I was aiming for.
Tourist stuff for sale in Baku.	Art for sale. I bought a small painting here on my last day, as did Mark. Awesome stuff.	Temptations in Baku.	The boulevard in Baku. Not too populated during the heat of the afternoon.
A U.S.-style restaurant with mirrored windows. We drank tea while watching passers-by groom themselves, oblivious to us.	"Old City" wall in Baku.	Interesting, if poorly photographed, art on the side of a military building in the Old City.	Military presence in Baku.
The group wandering in the Old City.	Statue children leaning out to see us in Baku.	Old City wandering in Baku	Mark gets goofy on a giant art-phone. It was in a cool art gallery called "Gallery of Minatures," but nothing was miniature.
Mark gets serious on the art-phone. The phone actually worked!	More "Gallery of Miniatures." Note the lack of anything small.	Interestingly weathered floor in the Gallery of Miniatures.	Across from the Maiden Tower. Ancient stuff brought up from the sea floor, which includes Arabic writing.
Random image across from the Maiden Tower.	A cool thing with interesting carving/ writing near the Maiden Tower.	Maiden Tower and a tree.	Denied! Maiden Tower is seriously closed and locked up tightly!
Christopher befriends a lazing feline.	Kitty-love with Christopher, among the antiques.	Say, "pi-SHEEK." Now you can say cat in Azeri. (Looks like our Maxie, only more kitteny.)	Stranger-child in huge sandals. Love the slight smile!
The geometry of a gate. Baku.	Ceiling of Shirvan Shah's Palace. Love the isosceles triangles.	Earnest and learned tour guide, with mannequin sidekick, in Shirvan Shah's Palace. Baku.	Mark enjoys the Shirvan Shah's Palace, oblivious to the spectral glow.
Shirvan Shah's Palace Ceiling detail. Reminds me of Alhambra. Awesome.	More cool details of Shirvan Shah's Palace in Baku.	Depths of Shirvan Shah's Palace, Baku.	Towering at Shirvan Shah's Palace, Baku.
Passage at Shirvan Shah's Palace, Baku.	Shirvan Shah's Palace, Baku.	More Shirvan Shah's Palace, Baku.	Children in the alleys of the Old City in Baku. I love the tiny cars all lined up.
Mark and Vusal smiling in Caravan Saray restaurant in Baku. We're so glad to see Vusal!	A vegetarian's ambrosia at Caravan Saray. Peach juice rocks!	Vegetable glory in Baku. So delicious! Have some bread...	Music at Caravan Saray. Dig the guy in the back on the right! He would crane out and grin each time we took photos!
Christopher enjoys the belly-dancing entertainment.	Body in motion...	More motion- -without flash.	Flash dancing belly dancer. She was awesome!
The roof Karat Inn. Christa, Jan, and Margie before breakfast. Already hot!	Me, trying not to sweat, on the roof of Karat Inn.	View from the roof of Karat Inn, Baku.	Random street in Baku.
Out the bus window in Baku.	Entrance to Ateshgah-- a fire temple in Azerbaijan.	Christopher, Ghengis (pronounced chin-GEESE), and the bus outside of Ateshgah.	Ateshgah, a Zoroastrian fire temple.
Interior of Ateshgah complex.	Inside the walls of Ateshgah.	Ateshgah	More Ateshgah
Vusal at Ateshgah	Our tour guide at Ateshgah. Vusal translated for her.	Tour guide with a mannequin of a dead guy. True fire worshippers wanted to die at Ateshgah to ensure their passage into heaven.	Noticing the hole in the floor-- I've forgotten the significance. Anyone?
More trippy mannequins at Ateshgah.	Mannequin of Zoroastrian ascetic at Ateshgah.	From within a chamber at Ateshgah.	Looking into the courtyard of Ateshgah.
More courtyard of Ateshgah.	This girl lingered at our periphery for the entire tour.	Jan and Mark enjoy the cool shade of a chamber at Ateshgah.	Door-y goodness at Ateshgah.
A fire temple's gotta have fire...	More Zoroastrian fire at Ateshgah	Fire and sky at Ateshgah	Got oil? A child rolls on his wheeled board in the vast, smooth parking lot of Ateshgah.
View from the roof of Ateshgah.	More view from the roof of Ateshgah.	Christa, Jan, Margie, Mark, Anita, Christopher on the roof of Ateshgah.	Vusal juggles cameras at Ateshgah. Thanks, Vusal!
Margie enjoys the all-Azeri storytelling at Ateshgah	Margie and the tour guide at Ateshgah exchange ideas.	The ever-present lurker-girl at Ateshgah. Candid photo--can you tell?	A carpet depicting Zoroaster (Zarathustra) at Ateshgah.
The Ateshgah tour guide.	Doing paperwork-- Only the young woman's eyes are good enough to read and write fine print.	See previous photo--	Ateshgah
Children outside of Ateshgah.	Christopher engaged these boys and got them wound up.	Posing for Christopher's camera while I snapped this.	Nifty tattoos on the cool children.
A fabulous rolling entertainment system in the parking lot of Ateshgah.	Parking lot ornamentation at Ateshgah.	Christopher riding a camel in Azerbaijan.	Me worshipping fire in the parking lot of Ateshgah. The parking lot was deserted, except for the children.
From the bus window.	Looking out the bus window.	A small "zoo" at a beachy resort where we ate lunch.	A depressed peacock.
Another depressed peacock.	Caspian Sea	A totally decroded sandal on the beach. It's covered with barnacles.	A Caspian beach. It was madly windy, and the beach was all muddy. Lots of cigarette butts on this day.
Me at the Caspian Sea.	Looking north.	Looking south.	Mark flies his towel like a cape.
Vusal and Mark enjoy the wind with the towel.	The guy with the inner tube had been carefully observing us from a distance. Then this guy showed up and started digging.	Vusal deals with the clothing and stuff we were trying to keep dry.	Mark, fresh from a swim in the choppy surf, and me.
Man with his sand pit.	Young man buries slightly older man in sand. Buried man stays in ground approximately 45 seconds.	Caspian beach through unused tourist trappings.	The exit from this portion of the beach.
Kitty that looks like Maxie resting outside my hotel room window.	Ethereal-looking Rafael playing his incredible music.	Rafael again, with dinner.	This is actually a little movie of Rafael. I hope to get it active and viewable soon!
Another little movie...	Principal of the school at the IDP camp. These people are refugees from Shusha, forced to leave home when Armenia invaded.	Vusal translates for us at the IDP camp. (IDP = internally displaced people)	Christopher explains how in the U.S., we were taught that the USSR was generally "bad."
People pose outdoors for photos after our meeting.	Big group photo at the IDP camp. Many are teachers.	Another group photo.	Children playing in the IDP camp.
Two dignified gentlemen at the IDP camp.	Children milling around the excitement at the IDP camp.	Mark chats with a gentleman in front of the school.	Child at IDP camp.
Christa and Christopher at Cafe Ekspress, which ironically had the slowest service in all of Azerbaijan!!	Mark enjoys the menu in Cafe Ekspress.	Projection tv inside Cafe Ekspress that shows Turkish music videos.	Jan's looking splendid in her borrowed pearl earrings.
A mosque in Baku.	The same mosque.	Us with an important educational administrator for Az. Our meeting was recorded by the media and aired on tv.	Another group photo of same, minus Vusal.
Kerry and Jan in the government building.	Margie and Christa in the government building.	Carpet on marble. Government building.	Self-portrait in a shiny elevator door.
Carpet intersections, and Jan's arm.	On the front steps of the government office building. Caspian blueness beckons.	Christa,Vusal and Kerry on the front steps.	Mark enjoys the shade.
Baba and me pose after the meeting.	Sun-baked mosque in Baku.	I lag behind as the group presses ahead.	Graves of martyrs.
More graves in the Alley of Heroes.	Monumental structure. Baku.	Eight-pointed frame.	Diamond-ed Caspian.
Security. He quietly trailed our group during our hour-long stroll through the site.	Perspective.	Leading lines	Geometry against sky.
Vusal takes aim.	Maritime thickets.	Azeri space needle?	Caspian quietude.
That's the building where we had the meeting.	Mosque signage.	Vusal chats with Christopher. Christopher had just emerged from inside the mosque.	Funicular, to take us down the steep hill.
Two gents enjoying a game in the shade.	Inside the Funicular. Excitement!!	Me and Margie thrill at the idea of the Funicular!!	Vusal gives up his seat, and stands for the ride in the Funicular!
Christopher plays Vanna with Funikulyor sign.	Aaaand-- it's the Funikulyor.	The sweetest kitten in all of Azerbaijan. It nuzzled, it purred, it made me cry...	Me with kitten about 15 seconds before I put him back on the sidewalk,several feet from the busy roundabout where I found him.
We went into a high-end furniture store and checked out the comfort level. Very comfortable.	Our group in front of an important building in Baku. Must look up the name of this.	Photo opportunity with a faux Tele-Tubby. It was scary.	Me with Caspian.
Exhausted little pup, resting on the grass. Mark pointed it out. I thought it was a plastic bag.	Jan wanders over to see what I'm up to.	Kerry and Christa discuss life over a bountiful Azeri meal.	This was one of two tiny kittens that lingered around our dinner table at the restaurant.
Our group in front of the ______ (must look this up).	A little display inside the Maiden Tower. These paper mache things were common in museums.	Me and Vusal atop the Maiden Tower in Baku.	Hellooooo! It's Christa and Jan on the ground outside the Maiden Tower.
View from the top of the Maiden Tower.	View from atop the Maiden Tower of a wonderful restaurant where we ate.	Caspian goodness from the top of the Maiden Tower.	Self portrait on top of Maiden Tower. It's hot out!
Vusal, Mark and Margie discuss life atop the Maiden Tower.	The carpet saga begins. "Last price, $250."	Tofiq, the carpet guy. "Call me!!" Accompanying story to follow...	In the lair of the carpet sellers...
Photo taken by Tofiq from the roof of the carpet store, adjacent to the maiden tower.	Uber-deluxe carpets made of silk. Very expensive and luxurious.	Margie pretends to enjoy the hookah.	Vusal and Christopher sit in backless chairs while the rest of us get to lean. Thanks, guys!
Aysell (someone help me with spelling!) and her husband, Kerry, the Project Harmony country director.	Maiden Tower at dusk.	Jamil, Natavan's nephew, in his apartment in Baku. He is 6, and was totally curious about me and very silly and sweet.	Jamil's mother insisted he wear a shirt for his photo. Still cute and wiggly!
Me with Natavan in her brother's apartment in Baku. I felt sick but tried to hide it.	Delicious fresh hazlenuts, still slightly green. So good!	Out the car window, driving to Quba. The air smelled like nail polish remover.	Out the window, driving to Quba.
The ceiling of my bedroom in Natavan's home. This decorative thing is about 6-8 feet long.	My SO comfortable bed in Quba. I slept remarkably well here every night.	It's a big room, which also had an upright piano.	Looking out my bedroom door, through the living room.
Natavan's friend, who was her "witness" at the wedding. She also works at the ICC (internet comp.center) in the school.	Looking down into the back yard of Natavan's house.	Me at Natavan's school with some shriveling student work.	Natavan in her Gap dress at her school. "Many repairs are now."
The director/ principal of the school readies himself for his portrait.	Candid photo of the director. On his desk is a large, hand-written schedule for the whole school.	Looking out through a window of the school.	Natavan in the hallway of her school.
A bird's nest outside a window. The birds were awesome! They could hover!	Natavan and friend in a nicely appointed classroom.	Me in the same classroom.	"Many repairs this time."
Some educational materials displayed just below the ceiling, too high for me to really see. Can the students see this display?	One of five big piles of raw wool on the front porch of the school. This is the dowry for the director's daughter.	The school, a former jam factory.	Not sure what this thing is supposed to be, but it's with me and Natavan in front of the school. That's the Azeri flag.
Lush landscapes around Quba. Sunflowers everywhere.	The car was surrounded by a giant herd of sheep!!	Sheeeeeep! The driver was angry and frustrated, and kept honking and muttering, trying to shove sheep with the car.	Trying to be obedient, but it's tough when the sheep in front of you won't move...
"I can't go until THEY go!"	Rustam and Natavan at a beautiful (but litter-filled) brook.	More brook.	A little footbridge and pulley-chair to cross the brook.
View from the brook back up to the cars.	Rustam and Natavan pick their way across the brook. Natavan squealed repeatedly while Rustam steadied her.	Dude on a horse, apparently offering rides? Not entirely sure what his deal was, but he was interesting.	Horse guys. The horses seemed small and really unhappy.
Natavan's brother, Nariman, became my unofficial guardian while Natavan frolicked with Rustam.	Rustam and guy with horses by the brook.	Hiking to Tanga Alta. Super hot but beautiful.	The Afurja waterfall at Tanga Alti.
Ayten (Natavan's sister,) Natavan and me at Tanga Alta.	A stranger enjoys the view of Tanga Alta.	Stranger crouching at the waterfall.	More of the stranger crouching at Tanga Alta.
Natavan's brother in law, father in law (Mahmoud) and nephew (Alishka).	Self-portrait after descending from the waterfall zone.	An English-speaking man who runs a shop in Quba. He gave me a free bottle of perfume.	Ayten and Natavan pose with a stuffed suitcase. Natavan is moving to Kiev.
My view from the backseat. The vehicle a Soviet-made Lada.	Rustam and Natavan-- the happy newlyweds-- pose at the forest edge.	Interesting plant life on the forest floor.	"Picnic" time-- Rustam, Natavan, me, Ayten, and bountiful food.
Ayten's husband, Natavan's father, Baktiar (Rustam's brother), Mahmoud (Rustam's father).	Rustam and Natavan.	Me with Natavan. I'm so tall!	Our car, with the picnic ground name. Piva means beer.
Alishka and Mahmoud. Alishka is Natavan's nephew; Mahmoud is her new father in law.	View from our picnic table.	Natavan's sister and her husband.	Me and Natavan's father, taken by 6 year old Alishka.
Also taken by Alishka.	Ayten, her husb., Rustam, Natavan, me, Alishka, Mahmoud, Natavan's father	Natavan's new mother in law, me, and Natavan's grandmother.	Natavan and Rustam with his mother and her grandmother.
Waiting in the car, this boy came clacking by in his mother's shoes.	Joyful and spirited, he broke into a gallop.	He circled back past the car. !!	We visited the Quba "sport complex." It was about 450 degrees out. It was deserted.
At the sport complex. I am soaked with sweat from walking in the heat.	Aishen, Natavan's 8 year old cousin. She was intrigued with me and stared at me continuously. Those are Natavan's feet.	After I showed her the last photo,she smiled for this one.	Me with Natavan, trying to stay cool.
Waiting for an engagement ceremony to begin. It's blazingly hot.	The newly engaged. Story to follow. She speaks only Azeri, he only Russian. Fun times.	She is a refugee from Shusha. He lives in Germany.	She's 26 years old. He's 43 and divorced with 3 kids.
Me with the "happy couple."	View while waiting in the car.	Me, Natavan and Rustam enjoy nature. It's very hot and there is litter everywhere, but the air smells good.	Natavan in her favorite U.S. dress "enjoys nature."
Outdoor pool-- Natavan's first time!	The long steps in Quba, built by POWs during WWII. (Must check this detail.)	The long steps, with various statues of heroes.	Azeri-style photo op. Me, Natavan and Rustam.
Ascending.	Cemetery of the "mountain Jews."	Looking out over the city, adjacent to Quba, that is entirely Jewish. Pop. about 8000.	The "Quba Museum." What is that thing? No one knows...
We pose for the museum staff.	Anita and Natavan thrill at the wonders of the Quba museum.	More life-size paper mache figures, modeling Azeri dress.	The "main road" near Natavan's home. Wide, rutted and pitted, dusty, but manageable.
Bahar with a niece and bountiful food!	Natavan's relatives like Barbie.	More tea and feasting. This garden was beautiful.	Natavan's grandfather and mother enjoy the repast.
Natavan's grandfather. What's he thinking?	Natavan's young cousin/ relative. She burst out laughing after she saw her own image in the camera!	Exchanging ideas over glorious food.	Rustam inspects the rash on Bahar's arm. Advice? Rub vodka on it. Seriously.
Hijinks at tea time!	Gather round, now!	Water source.	Musical interlude during tea. She's 12 years old.
She had to stop to tune the violin.	Little cousin is amused by the voice of the violin.	"Let me try!!"	More family arrives, with a 20 day old baby girl.
This baby had an "evil eye" charm pinned to her blanket.	Malik, father of the baby, and the big brother of the baby. This kid was absolutey wild.	Family boxing.	Kid-style fun. Let's get on the roof of the chicken house!
Up they go.	Dancing on the roof, throwing sticks and other trash down and at each other.	Roof disco.	Eating nuts, and throwing the shells on the ground.
Cracking nuts with his teeth. He's 4 or 5 years old.	Always in motion.	Bahar has picked roses. I kept mine for the duration of the trip.	Poised.
About to jump.	Sweet "garden cat."	Natavan just washed all these dishes. There are 86, for one day's meals for 4 people.	The stove and kitchen sink in Natavan's family home.
The kitchen cabinets and clean, drying dishes.	The fridge and a little toaster oven.	Looking out of the kitchen, into the hallway.	Rustam and Natavan negotiate what to take to Kiev. Rustam packed each article for Natavan.
Looking out the window on the way to Nabran.	On the way to Nabran, the beach just south of Russia.	From the back seat...	Rustam and me at Nabran. The beach wasn't sandy here-- it was big, round rocks, painful to the bare feet.
Looking south.	Looking towards Russia, which is about 10 kilometers away.	Natavan, Rustam and Mahmoud at the beach.	Natavan's father lingers up on the road, waiting for us. No pressure.
These two spoke rudimentary English. The skirted one had four teeth, total, and incredible halitosis. Said she was a naturopath	Self-portrait at Nabran, with choppy Caspian in the background.	Cruising, back-seat style. Me, Natavan and Rustam.	Cows at the beach! I couldn't get a good shot out the window. They were eating weeds and garbage.
Photo taken at the behest of Rustam. To clarify, this is sand, as this toilet is near the sandy part of the beach.	This little kitty looks just like my kitty, Tycho. She lived in a restaurant by the beach.	This sibling to the previous kitten looks like Maxie, my other kitty.	Abundant watermelons for sale.
Bahar has just packaged sticks of a plant that wards off the evil eye. I have some in my purse now.	Bahar buys a gift for the new baby.	The view from inside a shop.	Natavan holds the baby. No one supports her head.
A small party at the home of the new baby.	The bundled baby, just three weeks old. She was hot and sweaty.	The baby sleeping under her mosquito net in the dining room.	We had a cake with a candle that this kid blew out. Not sure what the cake was for, nor the candle...
This kid was 100% manic.	He did this about 40 times in the space of 10 minutes.	This child was doing something elaborate with a cone of sun flower seeds.	I think she was trying to re-fold it somehow.
Very busy with her work.	Geese!	A neighborhood kid and Natavan's two nephews/ cousins discuss kid facts.	Alishka looks on as his cousin bullies a neighborhood kid. I made the kid quit headlocking the other one.
The washing machine and shower at Natavan's home. Drain in middle of floor.	Toilet and sink at Natavan's family home.	More bathroom.	The remains of breakfast in the living/ dining room of Natavan's family.
Natavan's stuff, heaped and ready to go to Kiev.	The kitchen of Natavan's family.	Natavan gathering her things before we leave her home.	Natavan's family home.
Bahar (Natavan's mother) in the lower level of their home.	Looking down the alley at Natavan's and Quba.	Looking up the alley at Natavan's in Quba.	Natavan's mother, Bahar, snaps us before we depart. Their house in the background.
Quba, festooned with flags. Ilham Aliyev was set to visit in a few days.	Leaving Quba.	Besh Barmaq. The driver shut off the radio as we passed this.	Besh Barmaq, a sacred place. Pilgrims hike to the top to kiss a certain stone.
Refueling on the way to Baku.	Rug making. Each knot ismade and cut so quickly, it's like music. Twang, thung, twang, thung...	Weaving carpets of/ for a Turkish diplomat. They were so skilled and fast!	Fashion photography beside the Maiden Tower in Baku.
Models getting makeup for a photoshoot in Baku.	Beauty.	Self portrait with still life.	Nature's glory.
Amazing landscapes.	Jeyhun and Vugar pose with the incredible view.	Scenic central Azerbaijan, on the way to Sheki.	Christa, in repose, at a scenic overlook.
These boys are selling cooked corn out of buckets at a scenic overlook.	Jeyhun and our apt bus driver relax before lunch at a roadside restaurant.	Our chefs at the roadside restaurant. The food was fabulous.	Pastoral view at the open-air, roadside restaurant.
Abacus at the roadside restaurant.	A common sight-- cows wandering in the road. This one might have been deaf, as she didn't respond to the horn.	The bus pushed through this huge flock of sheep.	A halwa shop in Sheki.
Billboard in Sheki. BARF is a type of laundry detergent.	Caravan Saray employee in "traditional attire." In English, his name means "lightning."	Five tardy but mountain-climbing gents: Jeyhun, Vugar, Mark, Vusal and Christopher. Shoes, be damned!	Before a spectacular view, Vusal shares thoughts about the Armenian invasion and occupation of Azerbaijan.
A wandering minstrel ofsorts, this gentleman approached and sang songs about some of us, welcoming us to the area.	Two elders share ideas in the heat of Kish.	Light fixture in the Albanian church in Kish.	This elder invited us to her home for tea. Albanian church in the background. Kish.
This gracious elder gave each woman in our group two roses. She let us visit her home, which is a B&B.	Near the Albanian church in Kish.	Two boys in Kish. They are eating cookies that our driver gave them.	One of many large billboards featuring Heydar and Ilham Iliyev.
This vehicle was right beside the Heyder Aliyev billboard, across the street from our hotel in Sheki.	A balcony at the Khan's Palace in Sheki.	Details of the Khan's Palace in Sheki.	More details of the exterior of the Khan's Palace in Sheki.
Khan's palace exterior. I didn't want to spend $2 for permission to take photos inside.	Sheki. For a small price, you can shoot this weapon at the target and win a prize.	These girls repeatedly giggled and smiled at Margie and I as we walked in Sheki.	Friendly shoe-repair in Sheki. This is a small trailer, maybe 6 feet by 8 feet.
Me in the door of Caravan Saray.	I bought this wall hanging, made by the man holding it. That's Mohamed on the right, an English-speaking 15 year in Sheki.	The view from the upper gallery at Caravan Saray, Sheki. That's our group sitting in the courtyard.	Vusal looks on as Jeyhun and Vugar share a chair in Mark's room at Caravan Saray, Sheki.
Jan, Christa, me, Margie, Ruhinguez and Gular curl up for tea and sweets in Sheki.	Christopher, Jeyhun, Vugar and Mark enjoy samovar tea in Caravan Saray in Sheki.	Gent's table in the awesome Sheki tea room	This boy was selling cooked corn for .40 an ear from his bucket. He was disappointed that none of us bought from him.
Fire control at a gas station. This contains sand.	On the tour bus, I shared my mp3 player with Jeyhun, one earbud apiece. He had never heard the Beatles.	Gentlemen, all: Vusal, Christopher, Mark, Vugar, Jeyhun. They are about to start doing chorus-line kicks.	Women, unite! Jan, me, Gular, Christa, Margie, Ruhinguez at the top of the Meridien hotel.
Vugar, Christa, Me, Jan, Ruhenguiz, Vusal, Christopher, Jeyhun, Gular, Margie, Mark.	This guy sells tourist stuff on the main tourist boulevard in Baku. I bought some keychains from his stand.	Mark bought the painting on the left, and I bought the one on the right. This is the artist's nephew. This artist is amazing.	In the Baku airport.

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James		19-Feb-2006 17:26
Hey man Azerbaijan looks sooo incredible cool and beautifull place, definitly gonna visit it!! Thanks awesome pics man!

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