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Before leaving, getting around by public transportation in the Caucasus seemed like it might be a problem. I’d read in various sources about the dreadful marshrutkas—ramshackle minibuses dating back to the Soviet era. Even people I know have told me about stops in the middle of nowhere; about being surrounded by smoke filling the passenger compartment; about being abandoned on the road; or, for those who had rented a car, about wandering through the steppe with a gas can in search of fuel.

None of that happened to me; maybe I’m lucky, or maybe, after my experiences in Senegal, nothing fazes me anymore: Traveling on Your Own in Africa: Unique Public Transportation

Engraving on a column in a monastery church in Armenia
When you leave the capital cities you can admire a variety of sights including the mystical monasteries with their ancient little churches

Public transportation in the Caucasus, as well as tours

One of the most entertaining aspects of the trip was discovering that in all three countries, there’s a real passion for customizing license plates. Many feature symmetrical digits and numbers, repeated sequences, or combinations that clearly hold special meaning for their owners. If it were easier and more affordable to do this in Italy, I’d choose FA 810 GO or IO 101 OI.

The Stepantsminda Church in Georgia, at the foot of Mount Ararat. Built entirely of brick.
You can also reach the Stepantsminda Church by public transportation but taking a tour allows you to see more of the area

Since I only had a few days, I chose to take a day tour from the capital in all three countries so I could have more experiences. A couple of times, the service wasn’t the best. For example, in Azerbaijan, to get us to visit the usual artisans that every tour stops at, they made us eat (a small meal) at 3:00 p.m.

A veiled bride dressed in white stands with her back to the viewer, facing a narrow slit through which a dim light shines, illuminating her. In an Armenian church
It looks like a painting or a doctored photo but it actually came out just like this And most importantly the bride isnt even mine

Day Trip from Baku

The memorable moment from my experience traveling by public transportation in the Caucasus is captured in the featured photo, taken by the driver who called himself the “Schumacher of Azerbaijan.”

When he told us that the beat-up Lada we were riding in was from ’84, the three very young Chinese guys who were with me couldn’t believe it. Between one jolt and the next, they laughed nonstop for 10 minutes, all the way to our destination, the mud volcanoes.

Actually, they’re small mounds from which hot mud oozes out; it seems as if the earth is bubbling. I saw the same phenomenon in the province of Modena, Italy, as well. But the short ride to get there was a lot of fun—it felt like being on a roller coaster, and every now and then our driver had to stop for various maintenance tasks.

A man wearing a cap leans into a car with the red hood up, giving a thumbs-up outdoors under a cloudy blue sky.
Routine and frequent maintenance a symbolic photo of public transportation in the Caucasus

On this trip that started in Baku, we also saw other interesting things, including some modern buildings on the outskirts of the city:

  • oil wells (reportedly the first in the world)
  • a place where eternal flames rise from the ground (like Mount Busca in Romagna)
  • The Petroglyph Reserve (rock art dating back 12,000 years)
An old, colorful bus has been converted into a restaurant in a pasture high in the mountains of Armenia
Converting old buses into bars and restaurants is quite common

Getting Around by Public Transportation and Crossing Borders

As is often the case for me, I was very pleased with my choice. Getting around by public transportation (especially buses) is also the best way to immerse yourself in the local culture. One exception was the trip from Azerbaijan to Georgia, which was only possible by plane. All land borders are closed, and following the recent war, it is forbidden to travel to Armenia from Azerbaijan. Here is a link to learn more about the only Muslim (but decidedly secular) country among the three Caucasian nations.

View of an artificial lake surrounded by green mountains on a sunny day in Georgia
Along the way there are stops here and there and theres always someone selling somethingeven a photo

One thing that particularly struck me about the ultra-modern Baku airport was the vending machines and food courts. I wanted to use up the little change I had left, but I had trouble because they don’t sell chewing gum or candy there.

I was also a little worried about the trip from Tbilisi, the capital of Georgia, to Dilijan in Armenia. The only agency I’d found had terrible reviews. But everything went well—even crossing the border and boarding the Armenian vehicle. The only problem was the driver, who was talking very loudly with an Armenian passenger. The three countries have completely different languages and even alphabets. Very few people speak English; many speak Russian.

I happened to chat with some other foreign passengers, like the Filipino guy who described a public restroom to me in one word: terrible. Yeah, that’s right—gas stations, and especially the restrooms, aren’t exactly inviting.

A pasture with cows near a restaurant that sells hamburgers in the mountains of Georgia
I wonder if the cows out in the pasture realize that sooner or later theyll end up in that restaurant

Getting around by public transportation in the Caucasus isn’t taboo

I’ve also used public transportation on other occasions, like when I went to see the church in Mtskheta, near Tbilisi. I have to say, it’s not worth it. Getting around by public transportation in the Caucasus can even have its drawbacks.

It took me a long time, mainly because I couldn’t find the right bus stop. I asked several people, and they sent me back and forth between two nearby stops, so I finally gave up and took a taxi.

Horses roaming freely in the parking lot just outside Mtskheta, Georgia; pictured above is one of the city’s two famous churches, perched atop a hill
The tour bus parking lot in MtskhetaI didnt go to the church way up there

On the way back, however, I easily found the only bus stop in the small town. So while there isn’t much information available, the public transportation isn’t that run-down, and the stop had a digital display showing real-time schedules and the option to pay by tapping a credit card.

To sum up, I would describe public transportation in the Caucasus as both contradictory and growing.

Views of the tall, steep mountains of the Caucasus with their snow-capped peaks
Visiting this region without spending some timeeven if youre just passing throughin nature wouldnt make sense

Links

This is the homepage for the videos from this trip: Next stop, the Caucasus!

First Stop : Anecdotes and Accommodations—The Hotel in Baku Is No Longer There

Next Stop : Encounters Along the Way: What a Beautiful City Tbilisi Is!

Tall, snow-capped peaks line the Georgian military road, along which many vehicles wind their way up through hairpin turns with sheer drops on either side
The Georgian military road effectively runs through the Caucasus connecting Russia and Iran You dont have to be a genius to imagine who and what might pass through here

Finally, links to the general pages into which I have divided my articles:

Trips taken, travel stories divided by continent

Countries visited in my travel stories

Anecdotes, divided by type in travel narratives

newsletter strange things traveling

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Fabio Viroli
Ho sempre avuto tante passioni, ma da sempre più o meno latenti, le principali sono viaggiare e scrivere. Tra le altre cose ho una laurea in psicologia; ho fatto per più di 30 anni l’allenatore di basket; leggo tanti libri; sono stato molto appassionato di sport e di musica rock; e faccio improvvisazione teatrale. IL mio primo romanzo, che non parla di viaggi, si chiama LE TUE GAMBE SONO BELLE COME LE TAGLIATELLE