 |
 |
 |
| |
Travel Writers: Nagorno Karabagh (without a visa) by
Bartosz Musialowicz
|
| |
|
Location: Nagorno Karabagh, between Armenia and Azerbaijan,
Central Asia
|
| |
|
|
|
I visited Nagorno Karabagh during my 9-week lone trip around
Armenia, Karabagh, Iran and Turkey in the summer of 2003.
Nagorno Karabagh was little crazy
My plane from Moscow landed in Yerevan, Armenia, about 4.13am.
Three hours later, I was driving in a car with three Armenian
guys I had only just met on the way to Nagorno Karabagh, Azerbaijan.
|
|

An abandoned vehicle on the road
|
| |
|
Entering the Republic of Nagorno Karabagh is not considered
to be wise for my nationality, Polish, or indeed any other
citizens. Even OSCE officials are not actually allowed to
enter. To enter this Karabagh "state" You need a
visa. However I had not enough time to apply for it. And I
decided that payment of 25 USD was too much for me. Moreover,
my new Armenian friends argued that even if Karabaghi army
or police asked to see my visa, I could pay them a few Drams
and continue my trip.
|
|

An abandoned village
|
|
After that we decided to leave the capital of Stepanakert
and head "into the country". The first army officer
that asked me about my visa received I replied that every
office in Stepanakert was closed. Another one asked if everyone
in our car was Armenian. Mihran, my Armenian friend, answered,
"of course!" and we were allowed to continue our
travel.
Using this explanation we traveled by the region which, according
to the legal situation, is still a war zone (there was no
peace treaty after the Armenian-Azeri war and there is no
diplomatic relations between the two countries). Sometimes
soldiers and policemen even helped us (like changing our car
wheel), I think I was the first tourist in some parts of Karabagh
for many, many years.
|
|

Gandzasar monastery
|
| |
|
|
|
We traveled through this poor place, forgotten even by God.
The country is ruined even though the war ended 10 years ago.
Everywhere are signs of military operations - destroyed military
equipment, abandoned homes and whole villages (mainly Azeri),
with mines on both sides of many roads. The level of poverty
is hard to describe.
One of my strongest memories was visiting Shushi. This huge,
old town is situated on top of a muntain with views across
the valley to Stepanakert. There are remains of medieval city
walls and a citadel where you can imagine the greatness of
this city in past times. On the other hand, you can see the
modern infrastructure of the city, which was completely devastated
by the last war (Shushi is located on a strategic peak and
suffered from heavy bombardment by both sides). The only thing
that survived war is the 19th century cathedral.
|
|

Shushi Cathedral
|
| |
|
|
|
Even in such a conditions, everywhere you can experience
Armenian hospitality and a friendly attitude to foreigners.
Even within such extreme poverty (I visited houses without
any beds) every family will invite you to their home, offer
a sleeping place, dinner and vodka.
Tradition plays a very important role in the lives of Armenians.
Traditional dances and songs are very popular (mainly outside
Yerevan, which is becoming a European city). I think Armenians
were born to dance - they are great dancers and do it at any
opportunity. Other traditional rules are respect for old people
and women (the rules of picking up girls are not as rude and
direct as in Europe). Most girls in Armenia are virgins until
they marry.
|
|

A typical transport vehicle
|
| |
|
|
|
After several days of my illegal presence in this Republic,
it was time to leave. We decided to exit via the north, which
according to the official data was closed because of the danger
of occasional snipers activities. To make this last part of
our trip even crazier we decided to visit Taq Jur, a place
with a geyser of warm water. It was quite easy with my friends,
who were, like all Armenians, very spontaneous and unconcerned.
There we were, in the middle of nowhere in the middle of
the night, on the war zone, four guys taking a bath in a warm
geyser and drinking wine
|
|

Bathing and partying at the Taq Jur geyser
|
| |
|
|
|
Finally, we left Karabagh. During this last phase of trip
I decided not to provoke fate on these problematic territories
guarded with many soldiers and various paramilitary groups.
I just wore a big hat on my blond hair and prentended to be
asleep.
For more information and pictures from Bartosz's epic trip
visit
his website.
Feel free to contact the author.
Photos and text © Bartosz Musialowicz. All rights
reserved
|
|

A village bus station
|
| |
|
|
|

This fence is constructed from registration labels of Azeri
cars, whose owners escaped after the war (first from left
- the author)
|
|

This grandfather was a member of the Armenian division
in the Soviet Army during World War II. He fought in Berlin,
where he lost his right hand
|
|
|
|
|
|
|