The Detouring Doctor

The heaving southern megalopolis of 26 million people is our final brief stop over of the trip. Arriving at 4 am it is hot and steamy. Everywhere there are people and I am instantly reminded of the hassles of travelling through the most populous country on the planet.

We grab a few precious hours of sleep before fronting up to Avatara a Michelin recommended restaurant (yes here in Bombay!). Vegetarian, they present an 11 course (in reality actually 16 courses) degustation menu with an interesting Indian wine pairing. It is a feast for all the senses.

A 50 minute UBER takes us to Southern Mumbai and the arch-monument, the Gateway of India. Completed in 1924 it was erected to commemorate the landing of King George V for his coronation as Emperor of India. In a scene typical of India hundreds of people surround the monument, all locals, not doing anything purposeful.

We finish at the Taj Palace Mumbai hotel. Opened in 1903 on the waterfront overlooking the Arabian sea the architecture is an interesting blend of Islamic and Renaissance styles. More recently in 2008 it was the target of a terrorist multiday siege.  We indulge in a couple of signature cocktails before our flight home.

The Caucasus mountains start in Russia in the north and the southernmost edge terminates in Azerbaijan. The result is a ski field in the most unlikely of countries.

Our long 3 hour drive starts with a visit to the Juma mosque, Shamakhi. The original version was built in 743AD. Earthquake and war repeatedly destroyed it and the most recent reconstruction was 2013.

Driving up into the mountains the countryside becomes more green and forested.

The Seven Beauties waterfall in Vandam Village is a series of pretty cascades that drop 70 metres through the lush rainforest.

Finally we arrive at Tufandag Mountain Resort located in Gabala. A ski resort in the winter we take the cable car up for dramatic mountain views.

Our journey ends at the lavender farm.

Never heard of them? Nor had I. I had visions and memories of boiling mud at Rotorua but this is different. The mud here is cold, not hot. It is not geothermal but rather methane gas percolating through the wet soil. Incredibly there are more than 400 mud volcanoes in Azerbaijan as a result of its unique geology.

Just out of Baku we visit the Bibiheybat mosque. Built in the 13th century it includes the tomb of Ukeyma Khanum a descendant of the prophet Muhammed (Peace be upon him). It is a Shia mosque hence the green colour inside. Destroyed by the Bolsheviks in 1939 this is a reconstruction.

We are taken to Gobustan a 2 hour drive out of Baku, the last 15 minutes on a rough 4 WD track driving rally car style in ancient Soviet era Lada cars.

Nearby quarry workers in the 1930s accidentally discovered petroglyphs. Initial archeological work started in 1939 but was interrupted by WW 2. It was not until 196 that it was decreed an historic national preserve. Here there are thousands of figures carved into rocks between 5000 and 20,000 years ago.

When the early Persians came here there were many areas where methane gas seeping through the ground caused spontaneous fires. The advent of drilling for oil has reduced subterranean pressure and now the only place where you can see a burning mountain is at Yanardagh.

The original religion of Azerbaijan was Zoroastrianism. This is an ancient monotheistic religion which, among another things worshipped fire. Our last stop is Ateshgah, the Fire Temple of Baku built around a natural gas vent that ignites flames.

The name Azerbaijan comes from he Persians who came to this Landover a millenium ago. It translates to “Land of Fire”. Oil and gas reserves are shallow and in places methane gas seeps out through the soil and burns, hence the name. Hence the trajectory of this remarkable country.

In 1846 oil was discovered a mere 22metres below the soil. Most oil deposits are around 200 metres down. Almost overnight wealthy Europeans flocked to Baku, a tiny backwater on the shores of the Caspian Sean. The notable names included Rothschild and Nobel (of Nobel prize fame). The result is wealth and a penchant for European style amenities.

The city grew modernised and prospered until 1918 and the aftermath of the Russian revolution brought the stagnation and impoverishment that characterised the USSR until its dissolution in 1991.

Powered by petrodollars this city  has embarked on a crazy building campaign with impressive futuristic buildings reminiscent of Dubai and Astana but on a smaller scale. Having sid that the old and new sit side by side as counterpoints but beautifully preserved. Greenery and parks abound. Wide spacious public malls are lined with scores of restaurants. This city is a real surprise a relatively undiscovered gem!

That is how the Russians write the name of the capitol city of Belarus, Minsk. It is a pleasant city of 2 million. Clean green and orderly people are friendly and there is no sense of danger here despite the travel advisories.

This place got a “bad rap” when Putin invaded Ukraine 4 years ago. He was backed by the president and the media ran stories of Belarusian troops also crossing the border to support the Russian invasion.

Our pretty young guide Julia avers that this never happened when I raised it with her. As is the case throughout Europe and particularly in former USSR countries borders are often just lines on a map. Her mother is Ukrainian and father is Belarusian and her situation is by no means uncommon. This war has driven wedges between families here. I am inclined to believe her that apart from some sabre rattling at the beginning there has been little or no military input from here.

A small but pretty old quarter survives centred around Freedom Square.

This little country is justifiably proud of its pivotal role in the Great Patriotic War (WW2) where the resistance to the German advance was pivotal to the ultimate defeat of Hitler’s forces on the Eastern Front. By holding them up Stalin was able to organise his Red Army and of course Russian’s secret weapon is as always the bitterly cold winter. The purpose built museum is nothing short of brilliant and one could easily while away many hours here and the war memorials around it.

Independence square is the largest public square serving as the city’s political and administrative heart.

The metro is not as ornate as Moscow or Pyongyang but still worth seeing a couple of stops.

Hands up anyone who knows of an internationally famous (or infamous) person who lived in Minsk! I know of only one. JFKs assassin Lee Harvey Oswald defected to the USSR in 1959. Initially Soviet authorities did not grant him citizenship and sought to deport him. He slashed his wrists so they relented but sent him to live in Minsk. He eventually married a local girl but ultimately returned to the USA in 1962. I ask Julia, our guide to show us where he lived. There is no plaque nor any signage.

 

In the interregnum between the world wars European powers looked towards their ongoing security and among the many measures they designated multiple lines that they would defend if an enemy should choose to cross them. France had the Maginot line, Germans the Siegfried line. Many others had their own versions. For Soviet Russia it was the Stalin Line running 2000 km from the Baltic to the Black Sea with “pill box” bunkers every 500 metres manned all up with 12000 soldiers.

Interestingly the line ran well inside what became the Soviet borders. Cities such as Brest in Belarus and Lviv and even Kiev in Ukraine were on the wrong side of the line. The line ran just to the west of Minsk and the Belorussian’s have built a Stalin Line “theme park”. On site are actual bunkers with the original artillery present as well as anti aircraft guns and other defences. Of course there are rows of tanks, rocket launchers and aircraft. In the middle there is a range where for a fee you can fire off live rounds. Now I have shot pistols, navy machine guns, Kalashnikov at the Khyber Pass And rifles before but at $17 shooting off a massive mortar shell at a tank seemed too good to be true. In the end the massive queue and fatigue from “she who must be obeyed denied me of that opportunity. Nonetheless it was a fun outing, as she said to me “boys and their toys”!

We arrive after an early morning 4 hour train ride from the capitol of Belarus, Minsk tired but impressed by the 1930s train station in Brest at the far west corner of this country. This is the grandest station in the country. Commissioned by Stalin he wanted this to be an impressive entry into the Soviet Union for anyone from the west. This far western outpost has a special place in the Russian psyche bolstered by its performance in staving off the German blitzkrieg of 1941 which ultimately played a crucial role in the German defeat by the Soviet Union in 1945.

Brest is the second largest city in Belarus with only a population of 350000. It is a pleasant walkable city with lots of tree lined boulevards lined with restaurants, shops and cafes. Our first stop is at the St Nicholas Orthodox church, unusual for the blue domes commemorating local citizens who travelled to the far east to fight in the Russian – Japanese war in 1904.

A walk down Sovetskaya street the main pedestrian mall of Brest sees a procession of street sculptures, vibrant flower beds and a series of lamp posts with kerosene lit lights. These are lit at dusk by the popular lamplighter which has become a ritual and a tourist attraction, but more of that later.

Brest fort is the big attraction for this city. Built in the 19th century by Tsar Nicholas 1 to protect the westernmost outpost of his empire the old city dating back to the 11th century was sadly demolished to make way for the fortifications built on a series of islands in the Bug and Mukhavets Rivers. The island was skirted by a 1.8 km long 2 story round barracks.

Over 10 years later at 04:15 22 June 1941 the German Wehrmacht Attacked the Brest fortress with no warning. The initial attack was resisted so a siege ensued where water and food supplies to the fortress were cut off. The remnants of the Red Army in the fort held the Germans at bay for a month allowing time for Russian defenses to be mobilised and crucially delaying the ultimate assault on Moscow until the bitter Russian winter played a hand in defeating the enemy as happened to Napoleon in 1812.

The fort is an atmospheric fusion of the old and new with remnants of the original 1833 fortress as a backdrop to the Soviet memorial of the 6800 Soviet soldiers who lost their lives here. I am not a fan but the brutalist massive reinforced concrete sculptures with the tombstones, flags, music and eternal flame was moving and poignant to me.

Final stop is St Simons Orthodox Church.

Later that evening we are there to witness the lamp lighting on the main mall amid a throng of a couple of hundred other spectators. To touch his jacket is said to bring good luck.