Endings and Beginnings

Photos: Memorial, Dancers, Overlook

Oct. 17, 2022- Baku Again David doesn’t do rain. He told Latif that it’s ok for it to rain when we’re traveling but not when we’re out and about. It worked yesterday until David’s slower pace threw off the weather spirits. We got drenched in the village. The downpour was short lived. David took credit for that. But he felt awful for slowing down the group. However, they were grateful. They’d all been worried about not being able to keep up. David tried the sharkshuka for breakfast today. It was very different from what we’re used to. This was more a scramble of eggs and tomato sauce. Still can’t complain. The food has been nothing less than stunning. The five of us who are in this pre-trip have bonded, but realize we have to be open and welcoming to the newcomers arriving tomorrow. We’ve experienced group travel enough to understand how to be inclusive. We deadheaded back to Baku with a pit stop including rooster supervision at the halfway point. Another squatter, but we’re beginning to master it. Knees protested but we’re more proficient. The three hour ride allowed for more Q & A with Latif. Some gleanings were depressing for Americans. There is a three year family leave for mothers or fathers after a new baby. At 1 1/2 years old, free day care starts. University costs about $2,000 a year while medical school is $3,000. On the other hand, cars are extremely costly and there’s a shortage of used ones. They import many from the US. That’s why our granddaughter is having such a hard time finding one in budget. City overlooks by their nature have to be high. Why did it surprise me that Baku’s was 180 steps up? We walked through a serene memorial park to gaze at the haze covered city. It was a good review of what we’d trekked the first day. The perspective gave us a sense of how much territory we’d covered. Oh yes, the 180 steps were down. The park was terraced so we started at the high point. Lucky for us. Next was the Tagiyev National History Museum honoring its namesake by showcasing his home and offices. Although illitereate, he was an accomplished businessman who made his money in oil and construction. Our only challenge was fitting American sized feet into Azerbaijani sized protective footies. David gave up and Latif convinced the guard to let him in anyway. We’re back at the Shah Palace Hotel busily re-packing for our flight to Istanbul tomorrow. I feel as if the trip is just beginning. Our farewell dinner included music and dancers. It was festive and bittersweet. There was lots and laughter and teasing Latif about coming with us to Turkey. We’re off to Istanbul tomorrow and have a free day. The other travelers catch up with us Wed. morning. Toby