20 Jul 2013 Turkmenistan: The Gates of Hell

DSC08443(c)Surely there is nothing that can make a person feel more independent, more truly in charge of their own life, than the opportunity to drive around one of the most closed and unknown countries in the world. Separation from civilisation won’t always and doesn’t necessarily make a person feel free, but this is my story of how it can.

Other than an intermittent convoy of trucks it was just us, the sand dunes and a few patches of ankle high shrubbery as we drove through the Turkmen desert towards our most anticipated destination on this epic drive from Australia to Scotland. We had been given directions, sort of, but considering the lack of landmarks, signs or even roads, we were prepared for a struggle in following the laughably approximate instructions.

Just after the not so charming town of Darvaza which had been demolished on command of the President because he “didn’t like how it looked”, a beautiful modern road bridge stood alone beside the road. Complete with barriers and street lights, we came to the astounding realisation that there was no way to drive on or off of it. In all its cemented glory this completely impractical piece of infrastructure was a fitting reflection of the bizarre state of Turkmenistan’s progress.

DSC08471(c)A couple of kilometres down the road from this memorable example of modernity a dusty sign pointed west, and opposite the sign a variety of tracks led towards the sand dunes to the east. Following the tracks we crossed a small ridge at which point the tracks disappeared and we proceeded to spend the next couple of hours skidding through sand dunes, driving backwards and forwards and around in circles, unable to find what we were looking for. Just as we were about to give up on yet another route and do yet another u-turn, we spotted a boy on a bike up ahead.

When we asked for directions he knew exactly what we were referring to and pointed us back the way we’d come. Starting to feel like we were on a wild goose chase, we were relieved when he asked if we wanted him to guide us there. Of course we did! For a fee. Darn. We were ready to pay him 3 Manat, but to our disappointment he laughed at our offer and asked for 70 Manat. No thanks. We headed back and this time we decided to take a narrow ridge which dissected two sandy mounds. Reaching the crest, we descended the other side and were instantly struck speechless by the fierce glow emerging from the giant flaming crater that was suddenly visible on the plain in front of us. We’d made it!

DSC08534(c)Completely awestruck, we stopped the car and ran down the valley towards the flames. As we neared the edge of the crater, the enormity of this unnatural phenomenon baffled us. In 1971, during the reign of the Soviet Union, a failed exploration of Turkmenistan’s vast natural gas reserves had resulted in an explosion and thus, a crater. The amount of gas escaping from the ground was more than they’d experienced before, and hoping to curb its seeping into the air, they set it alight, but with no grasp of the sheer quantity that was bleeding from the ground, it hadn’t just burnt off as expected. Now this giant crater, 70 metres in diameter, had been on fire for over 41 years.

Instinctively drawn to the unguarded edge, perfectly aware of the imminent danger yet disturbingly immune to the fear, we saw for ourselves the reality in the imagery of the name colloquially given to the crater – “The Gates of Hell”. One gigantic flame swirled out from the centre of the hole, curling several metres into the air, while smaller flames seeped out from cracks in the rocky walls, blurring in the haze. We watched the burning crater all evening, from dusk to well into the night, amazed by the intensity of the colour against the night back drop. The heat was intense, and along with sand from the desert floor, it caught in the wind and threw itself at us, making for an uncomfortably dusty evening. Everything else paled into insignificance though to the sense of elation and unending freedom that enveloped us thanks to the red glow rising from the earth in front of us.

DSC08481(c)I cannot stress the awesome sense of independence that being completely alone with this unique scene brought; for the vast majority of the time there would not be a single soul present at this crater. It brings to mind the old adage of whether the tree falling in an empty forest still thuds as it hits the ground. Does the burning gas crater still burn if there’s no one there to watch it?

About the AuthorEilidh Robertson: Originally from Scotland I now live in Australia, and amidst a variety of jobs my adult life thus far has revolved around travelling. I’m doing my best to experience the untouched corners of the world as much as possible and my most recent trip was an overland roadtrip by car from Australia to Scotland. Find me on Facebook or check out my blog.

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7 Comments
  • Ben
    Posted at 17:39h, 20 July Reply

    Amazing story! So simple and yet I felt like I was there. Also what an amazing place to visit.

  • Alison
    Posted at 23:19h, 20 July Reply

    Sounds amazing! Would love to see that place for myself one day! Glad you stayed safe.

  • Karen (GK)
    Posted at 07:57h, 21 July Reply

    This must rate as one of the wonders of the World, even tho’ it’s a tad younger than the Grand Canyon! Lovely piece of writing, and – like Ben – I really did feel as if I was there too. A very evocative description of a unique landscape.

  • Suzanne Fluhr
    Posted at 22:25h, 21 July Reply

    How (why?) did you start a road trip to Scotland —- on the island continent of Australia? I guess I’m not that good at imagining outside the box. Anyway, you found a “cool” hot spot. Suzanne

    • Eilidh Robertson
      Posted at 15:56h, 22 July Reply

      Hi Suzanne, I’ve always loved road tripping and the idea of taking an Australian car (where I live now) all the way to Scotland (where I’m from) just seemed so fascinating and exciting. What better way to see such a huge chunk of this amazing world than to drive across it? We saw so many amazing things, met incredible people, and most importantly our eyes were opened to so many aspects if life that we’re sheltered from in the West. But the Gates of Hell in Turkmenistan truly was a highlight for us.

      Eilidh.

      • jason
        Posted at 04:16h, 12 October Reply

        hi there after reading this blog regarding a real favorite place of mine i felt i must ask you about being able to get to this place, i am hoping to head over there as i am heading that way in the summer, I have friends already in azerbaijan and was hoping to see a few countries whilst there and hells gates have always been a wish for me to see and being so close i feel i must road trip it from azerbaijan to this location, approx 450 miles.
        I knew you drove so you may not know so much but is there ANY type of infrastructure to allow for people to get there who do NOT drive, bus/trains/hike or whatever, maybe you heard something or read about things, im googling away but info is pretty sparse in this part of the world, and i have not ever met anyone who has been to this part of the world.

  • Dani Blanchette
    Posted at 18:03h, 25 July Reply

    This is amazing! I’ve never heard of this place before. It looks unbelievable.

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