There was one overwhelming emotion when arriving in Azerbaijan and that was relief; relief that we had somehow managed to survive the Georgian roads. I cannot overstate how bad their driving is, it is almost like they are missing something in their genetic makeup that allows them to think logically and sensibly when on the … Continue reading
Our final cycle day into Tbilisi got off to an inauspicious start when we witnessed our first fatal accident of the trip. A dog was hit by one of the many marshrutkas that veer crazily across the roads; their drivers usually busy smoking, talking on the mobile, beeping their horns, doing anything but concentrating on … Continue reading