EPISODE 1: Baku or Bust began on Wednesday November 9th and Trump’s surprise. We got up at 4am to watch the fall of the Blue Wall and then headed to the airport three hours later. Having voted with our feet in 2008, having double dipped on Bernie’s campaign, the result tickled my anarchist heart. Jane Marie, the humanist, thought differently until Azal Airlines charged us $30/bag to check-in when online it was free.
I have always had Baku – Tim Buk Tu – Kathmandu on my to du list forever, kinda-like this Texas Poet joke:
The finals of the National Poetry Contest last year came down to two finalists. One was a San Francisco State University graduate from an upper-crust family; well-bred, well-connected and all that goes with it. The other finalist was a redneck from Texas A & M. Go figure.
The rules of the contest required each finalist to compose a four-line poem in one minute or less, and the poem had to contain the word “Timbuktu.”
The San Francisco State graduate went first. About thirty seconds after the clock started he jumped up and recited the following poem:
“’Slowly across the desert sand
Trekked the dusty caravan.
Men on camels, two by two
Destination — Timbuktu.”
The audience went wild! How, they wondered if the redneck could top that?! The clock started again and the redneck sat in silent thought. Finally, in the last few seconds, he jumped and recited:
“Tim and me, a-huntin’ went.
Met three whores in a pop-up tent.
They was three, we was two,
So I bucked one and Timbuktu”
On the way in from the Baku airport – Jane Marie’s bestest airport – the taxi driver pointed out the Trump Palace hotel. Ivanka got $2.5 million for selling the builder on the value of the Trump name. The sliced Trump pickle is directly across from the Heydar Aliyev Center one of ten world finalists of 2016 architectural awards.