A young Chicagoan's strange erotic journey around the globe
Baku & Transit from the Georgian Border
Walking across the border from Georgia to Azerbaijan…
Once having made it through through passport control, I hopped in a mashrutka, or shared taxi cab, and headed for the capital.
Friendly dude I was sitting next to who did his best to communicate with me via charades and an extremely limited English
Old couple at a rest stop somewhere between the border and Baku
Man in suit enjoying a nice cup of tea
On the way to the pisser…
…I met some crazy Azerbaijanis who kept talking to me in Azeri despite my having no idea what the fuck was going on. When in doubt, pull out the camera…
Here’s the third dude of their triumvirate
Also near the bathroom of this secluded rest area had been a playground with animals for children to ride. Naturally, upon seeing this, I called my mashrutka driver over to join me for a SUCK IT! photo.
Suck it donkey!
Then this dude, who I think had been the driver’s son, was deathly afraid of the donkey. Here’s a pic of his proud pop taking a photo of his son overcoming his fears.
Rocky terrain just outside Baku during our arrival at dusk
Once in Baku, here I am following the dude from the mashrutka who offered to help me find my hostel
Inside a Baku metro station
I forget which stop I was at, but beautiful mosaics covered the walls.
Who dat be?
Toga! Toga! Toga!
Lifting a horse? Nothing Izzy Mandelbaum couldn’t handle
What’s that thing he’s got on a leash there?
This scene looks like it should be part of a Rocky montage
This station was ridiculously deep underground. Not 100% sure if it holds true in Azerbaijan, but in DPRK we were told that ex-Soviet locations built their metros deep underground because they also doubled as bomb shelters.
Outside whatever station I ended up at
The 620-foot-tall Flame Towers as seen by night. Completed in 2012, the facades of the Flame Towers are turned into gigantic display screens by more than 10,000 LED lights. Can you imaging hacking into the system and putting Meatspin on those things? That’d be amazing.
The area around my hostel at night
Little art stand I passed by
Old stone corridor
Chip companies adapt flavors to every country’s tastes. Heard they just came out with a Pepsi flavored chip in Japan.
Dude selling souvenir trinkets in Old City Baku
Flame Towers in the distance
Better view of the Flame Towers
A date in the park
Dude reading a newspaper and possibly taking a crap beside the tree he’s smashing his fist into
Suck it Azeri hat!
A German girl with whom I explored the city
Old man kickin’ it in Old Town
Close-up of my man in the picture previous
Dude preparing some sort of shawarma that I was about to crush for lunch
The beginning of the trek up to the Flame Towers
View from the hill where the Flame Towers stand
Mosque at the base of one of the towers. 95% of Azerbaijan is Muslim. Of that, 85% are Shia and 15% Sunni.
Shot from the bottom
The flag of Azerbaijan blowing in the foreground and the Baku TV tower in the distance
Gardener women protecting themselves from the sun
Some sort of governmental headquarters
2 of the 3 Flame Towers
Martyrs’ Lane – a cemetery and memorial dedicated to those killed by the Soviet Army during Black January and later to those killed in the Nagorno-Karabakh war.
Baku TV Tower as seen through the eternal flame memorial
As the name suggests, the eternal flame memorial is powered by what smelled like natural gas and is constantly alight.
The headstones of Martyrs’ Lane
A few of the martyrs
Couple young Azeri bros hangin’ out near the monument
View of the Caspian from the monument
The Flame Towers as seen from Martyrs’ Lane
New whip. Fresh crib.
An off-the-beaten-path route through a construction site that the German girl and I took in our quest to the TV tower
There’s supposedly a restaurant at the top of the Baku TV Tower but we simply could not find the entrance to it.
Baku and the Caspian from the base of the TV tower
The not-as-nice side of Baku seen from near the TV tower
Who doesn’t love ass?
A woman we encountered who’d been struggling to carry her groceries up a hill.
The German girl and I helped carry the load up the hill and she was so thankful that…
…she invited us into her home. Neither of us spoke Azeri or Russian, so the visit was short lived.
2 couches, 1 car
National Flag Square. The Azerbaijani flag pictured is 70 by 35 meters and the pole is 162 meters high. This had been the tallest in the world until overtaken by Dushanbe, Tajikistan’s 165 meter pole.
Lovers gettin’ jiggy along the shore of the Caspian
Dudes gettin’ they mow on along the shore
Lawnmowers taking a break
Eurovision is a song contest and I guess it was held there in 2012. It’s April 2013, get over yourselves – time to take it down!
Rug-shaped carpet factory in Baku
The Bulvar area seemed to be quite a popular area for locals to hang out
450-year-old olive tree from Southern Italy. Okay, so maybe it sprouted 450 years ago, but how long has this ratty old stump been dead for?
Cool Azerbaijani bros
Suck my TV tower boner!!!
Mother & daughter
Dude in a Guy Fawkes mask walking in Bulvar
Thought maybe this chick was from Chicago on account of her Bears sweatshirt but she didn’t speak a word of English
“Old friends, sat on their park bench like bookends” – Simon & Garfunkel
Slightly closer shot of the old friends
A street near Bulvar
Family portrait being taken in a studio
Painting of the way life used to be in Old Baku
Beautiful but probably really easily breakable stuff
Some o’ dat old man art ‘n’ shit
Baku on a rainy day
Some old rocky sculpture shit
Cop regulating board games?
One more street scene highlighting the Flame Towers in the distance
Baku at night
1USD = about .78AZN
100% yummy for only 2 manat? I’m in!!!
A photo of myself photographing the Buddha
The beer that started one of the worst blackouts I’ve ever had.
I ripped a few shots with this Turkish guy who bought them for me just because we were wearing the same shirt. I’ll take the time to write the whole tale another time complete with photos, but as for now, here are a few sample shots from this epic 12-hour blackout…
The next morning, I guess I’d still been wandering around flipping people off and shit
No idea who these guys are or where I encountered them
Same deal. No idea. Nevertheless, this picture was on my camera when I emerged from said blackout.