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The village speaks a language used nowhere else on earth, preserved by an isolation that the paved road you drive up has now ended.
A settlement among the highest lived-in places in Europe
A language with no relatives and no other speakers
Houses stacked so the roof of one is the yard of the next
Forest, canyon and open highland in a single climb
A working village rather than a restored one
A door-to-door arrangement at both ends of the day
A twelve-hour day from Baku north through Guba and up to Khinalug, one of the highest inhabited villages in Europe, taking in the Gachrash forest, the ridge known as Five Finger Mountain, and the village mosque and museum.
Khinalug sits at around two thousand three hundred metres, and the few thousand people who live there speak Khinalug — a language of their own, used in this one village and in no other place on earth.
It is not a dialect of Azerbaijani, and it is not closely related to the languages of the villages down the valley either. It belongs to the Northeast Caucasian family, but sits on its own branch, which is the linguistic equivalent of finding a species with no close cousins.
That is not a local curiosity. This range holds something like forty indigenous languages, many of them mutually unintelligible and unrelated, packed into an area smaller than most European countries. Medieval Arab geographers had a name for it: the mountain of tongues.
The reason is geography. Steep valleys with hard passes between them let communities live a day's walk apart for a thousand years without their speech converging. Isolation is not a side effect here; it is the mechanism.
Until the mid-2000s, getting to Khinalug meant a rough track that was impassable for much of the year. The paved road changed that completely, and it is the road you will drive up.
It brought electricity, supplies, school access, medical care and visitors — all of them good — and it ended the isolation that had preserved the language for as long as anyone can measure. Both things are true at once, and the village is living through the consequences now.
The village is built in terraces up the slope, packed so tightly that the roof of one house serves as the yard of the one above. That is not picturesque planning; it is what you do when flat ground is scarce, winters are severe and everything must be within reach on foot.
The people here have kept livestock for millennia, moving flocks down to winter pasture and back on routes now recognised as heritage in their own right.
Khinalug is not an open-air museum. People live there, work there and are getting on with their day while you photograph their roof.
Ask before pointing a camera at anyone, keep to the lanes, and take your rubbish back down with you.
Twelve hours, much of it on winding mountain road. If anyone in your party is prone to motion sickness, prepare for it before you set off.
No meals are included; eating is your own arrangement along the way.
The village is a good deal colder than Baku at any time of year, and cloud can come down over it within minutes. Take warm layers even in high summer.
Open it to pick a date and work out the price.
What the fare covers, and what to budget for separately.
The practical detail, and the answers people actually ask for.
One of its own, used here and in no other settlement anywhere in the world.
No, and it is not close to the speech of the villages further down the valley either.
Within the Northeast Caucasian family, but on a branch of its own, without near relatives.
Around forty indigenous ones, a great many of them mutually unintelligible.
Steep valleys and hard passes kept neighbouring communities apart long enough for their speech never to converge.
The mountain of tongues — a description that has held up rather well.
By a rough track that was impassable for a good part of each year.
Everything — supplies, schooling, medicine and visitors arrived, and the isolation that preserved the language ended.