Day 43. Sighnaghi - Mingachevir
After breakfast we said goodbye to our new friends and headed to the border. Only feeling slightly seedy after last night, Robyn and I got out in the nick of time, it could have got messy. At the border they asked if we had a drone, I said mate I can't even work the go pro properly, not sure he got that. Usual roundabout of bike passport. That is the bike passport. No I want bike passport. That's all I have. Don’t you understand bike passport. Yes I understand bike passport but that's all I have. I think I’ll pre -record a message.Anyway we got there in the end. Ominous sign I thought. So we set off full of trepidation, at least I was. The stories of the Azeri traffic police are legendary and not in a good way. At one stage I pulled over to let a horse and cart pass me, I was so paranoid about not speeding. The road was beautiful for the first 40km as we skirted alongside the Caucasus mountain foothills. We pulled over to get some local money and buy snacks...