On the last evening of our trip to Caucasus, we had dinner in a cosy caravanserai in Baku. The evening was warm and we were entertained by a
belly dancer, a
torch juggler, and a
crooner. When I heard
Sting's "Desert Rose" playing in the background, I came to think of the deserts I've been to.
When I went from Hurghada to Luxor, I had no notion of the vastness of the desert surrounding the Nile. It was a strange and creepy feeling standing in front of the
Deir el Bahari temple, knowing that it was just a couple of years ago since
terrorists killed 62 people at exactly the same spot.
In Tunis, we went to the salt plains at Chott El Jerid to ride camels and look at the
Star Wars film locations. After all the dust and heat in the Sahara it was wonderful to swim under the stars in the Tozeur oasis.
On our way to
Petra, we passed on the fringes of the
Wadi Rum desert. In the other direction was the continuation of the Rift Valley, creating a wonderful soft landscape in the sunset. I'd like to go back to Petra some time, and go to an evening concert.
The deserts around Baku are filled with mysteries such as clay volcanoes, gas on fire, oil wells, temples and rock carvings. Thor Heyerdahl spent some time here, developing
a theory that the Vikings originated from Azerbaijan, since the carvings in Scandinavia and Azerbaijan look alike. Well, I'm not sure he would stick to his theory if he'd been around now.
During my trip to the Caucasus I saw no traces of
Food Deserts. The roads were littered with small food stands and the markets were numerous and plentiful. However, I'm sure we travelled though lots of
Wage deserts. It's important to look at cause and effect.
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