Gas is $.70/ liter.
The Baku City bus has the digital directions wrapped around from the front to the side. Clever. New city buildings are daring and quite modern. One in particular is reputed to be the most beautiful in the world. Haydar Aliyev is the name. Three flame shaped buildings are at the apex of a hill, reminding us that natural gas is king here. Also, Trump has a building here. Yikes. Ancient walled city, intact still. A motocross race is being held here soon, the concern is to protect the walls, roads narrow and curved as the walls are.
Mud volcanos are irrevelent here, means that the gas is close. They are 10-20 feet high and do gurgle out liquid mud. Supposed to be good for a facial.
Local lads are selling freshly killed and skinned fowl by the side of the road.
Can see snow capped mountains coming up. I thank the leaders we are not going to camp. Slept under thick, heavy duvets. The toilet was was outside of the dorm area, down stairs, along another building. There were lights. And, frost. A crispy frozen morning. Our accommodation let us use a room that had a wooden stove and we could sit and eat in warmth. It's tough chopping food in such cold. The washing up water in the bowls froze before we were ready to clean up.
Got to stay in a real caravanseri. I have seen only ruins along the Silk Road, exciting to see how it looked in its hayday. Enjoyed the local specialty, a lamb stew cooked in a clay pot the size of a big coffe cup. First the broth is poured into your bowl to eat, then the waiter mushed the rest up with the piece of fat that was on top, second course. It was delicious.
In the morning, breakfast beside the truck. Semi camping. Again, TG we did not camp any more.
On to Georgia...
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