A quick update from the East, we felt our
Caspian crossing deserved a blog all of its own. Firstly, we are delighted to share that we
were once again reunited with our old friend Professor Gul. The Professor ploughs the route between Baku
and Turkmenbashi loaded with train cargo or trucks. There may have been some subterfuge involved
in securing him for our passage, complimenting the ticket officer at the port
on what a fine ship he was and stalking his movements on the Marine Traffic
website.
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Baku |
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Baku Old Town |
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The Maiden's Tower |
The morning had started at 6am for the crew with a quick check on Marine Traffic, Gul was arriving into the old port, we leapt out of our beds to walk to the old port and greet his arrival. Then took a taxi to the new port where the ticket office is, initially we were told a flat no, arms crossed in front of the body, there was no ship today for us. Our forlorn faces could not disguise our disappointment. Suddenly something changed, and there seemed a possibility there was a ship today. It was with disbelief a few hours later we had tickets in hand. There was a glint in the ticket lady’s eye when we asked which ship we would be on, she shrugged her shoulders and said “the Professor Gul of course, as you wanted”.
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Baku Port |
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The ticket office of course! |
By 1pm the group were all at the old port
where Penelope awaited the customs officer.
The waiting began. The hours
ticked on and a sweepstake was made on our departure time, the optimistic
betting between 8-9pm and the less so from 2-3am. At 4pm we were on our way again to the new
port where we would eventually load and depart from. At 7pm the Bunkerovski “buggered offski” and
Professor Gul arrived into port. The
group had their first glimpse and seemed a little unimpressed. The rusty exterior, at first glance not dissimilar
in looks from the Dagestan, belies the comparative luxury interior.
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The waiting begins |
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Jackie enjoying her birthday at the port! |
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Sue, Anita & David picking white mulberries |
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The Dagistan - no thank you! |
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At least it has lifeboats... |
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The Bunkerovsik moves on |
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And in comes Professor Gul |
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Waiting at port |
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Jackie, Dave, Sue & Hels |
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Slowly does it |
With the ship in port we could begin
immigration formalities and one by one were called in to a small office where
the immigration officer and his peli-case office stamped us out of Azerbaijan. The cargo, thirty or so trucks containing
frozen fruit, vegetables and meat, began to load, each container reversed in
and then un-coupled. Darkness fell but things looked brighter, small vouchers
issued earlier we had thought for a cup of coffee in fact entitled us to a
three course meal in the canteen alongside the port workers.
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Professor Gul ready for loading |
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Dinner time in the port canteen |
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Big Dave delighted with the spread |
It was finally our turn to board the ship,
we climbed the steep, narrow metal stairs inside and along the deck to our
cabins and private lounge. We were to be
the only passengers aboard the ship, apart from the crew. It was noted that at 00:32 we set sail from
Baku, watching the lights disappear slowly into the distance. Ross won the sweepstake for his 00:49 guess. Exhausted from the day we were soon horizontal
in our cabins for a good night’s sleep on the calm seas.
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Penelope on board and looking tiny beside the refrigerated cargo |
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Home sweet home |
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Goodbye Baku |
The next day the captain indicated we
should expect an early afternoon arrival into Turkmenbashi, land was even in
sight. There was an air of
disappointment amongst the group who wouldn’t have minded spending a little longer
on the private ship.
Looking around we realised we were surrounded by an armada of tankers and other ships, the anchor rumbled out of its reel and down to the sea bed! The president was in town, which means ships are not allowed in or out of port, and there is no indication of how long this situation might be for. Towels went back down on the deck and the books came out. A greasy chicken and chips from the ship’s kitchen for our first evening meal and then once the group had eaten their 24 hours worth of food and snacks the truck rations were brought out. A cucumber, tomato and salami sandwich has never tasted so good. Aside from sunbathing on the deck, napping in the cabins or reading in the newly found luxury velvet lounge, David an ex-engineer in the merchant navy blagged himself an official engine room tour. Others had a more unofficial tour later on in the evening.
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Please can we come in? |
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The bridge |
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David surveying the equipment |
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Anchor down! |
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Ships all around |
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David & Jackie find the quiet lounge |
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Rogs up in the crows nest |
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Sneaking out |
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Anita and Sue helping Tom work out on deck |
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Hels feels left out with no beard |
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Rogs, David & Tom |
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Crew successfully fishing from the ship |
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What you looking at? |
Evening drinks turned into an amusing group
court hearing. With judge Tom ruling,
assisted by Sue & Big Dave. Heinous
crimes were put forward, such as the McLean’s waking up too early, Jackie for
eating all the cucumber, David for just being Welsh, Sue for refusing to marry
a Georgian winemaker and the crew for not partaking in shots of Chacha. Big Dave was not immune from the judge, he
was charged with pronouncing the Georgian word for thank you Macklobar instead
of Madlob. Even Judge Tom was eventually
brought before his own court, for the offence of wearing too short shorts and
scratching inappropriately in public, he was duly charged with a large shot of
Absinthe. Enough punishments were issued
to see off most of the bottle!
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The court proceedings begin |
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Judge Tom reads out the charges |
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Jo-Ann is charged |
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Iain contests his charge |
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Maggie in the dock for being too polite |
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Judge Tom brought before his own court |
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The Offending, offensive shorts |
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The sun sets on another day on the Caspian |
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Time for the unofficial engine room tour |
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Hope the door doesn't close on us |
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Ooh I wonder if we can get some laundry done whilst we're here too? |
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Hels fixing something in the room where they fix things |
We woke to another day on board with no
idea when we might be moving, enforced relaxation. The housekeeping lady was even persuaded to
open a shower for us, hot showers no less!
At 4pm we heard the clang of the anchor being brought up and smoke
appeared from the stacks. It didn’t take
long to get on the move and at 7pm we docked, at the third attempt. A single tugboat had its work cut out
stopping our 150 metres of ship being blown out of port each time we attempted
to maneuver in.
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Sunbathing on deck |
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Hels spying a way to escape overboard for a dip |
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This might be needed too |
For twenty-four hours we had been
officially nowhere. Stamped out of
Azerbaijan and not yet admitted into Turkmenistan, thankfully the entry process
went smoothly and we finally belonged. Just
to take the shine off our showered, tanned and rested smug freshness we opted
to spend the night at the port, otherwise risking a hefty fine for driving
after 11pm and a struggle to find a bush camp in the dark. We pitched tents in a corner of the car park
at midnight. Trains rumbling and
clanging past on rails metres from where we slept, trucks being coupled and
loaded onto our ship for the return trip and strong winds made sure to work in
unison to keep us alert for much of the night.
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Coming into port |
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Turkmenbashi port |
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Ross and Judy |
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The Gayrat does its best to nudge us in |
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Lining up the tracks |
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An un-glamorous camp for the night |
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Early departure the next morning |
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The bumy 600km road to Ashgabat |
Even so, we do feel like we’ve had a
holiday within a holiday, if you call overlanding a holiday that is, the last
couple of days prove it is definitely also an adventure.
Didn't know there were any tables left on the Prof. Gul after the last Odyssey crossing. Glad to see everything ship shape in the engine room Rogs. All the best from Tallinn.
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