Kakheti, Georgia

 It rained a lot yesterday evening and even more overnight, but it made for a stunning night vista from the balcony.  This morning, more rain as we headed to Georgia.

 





For reasons, the border is sort of closed.  Lorries can go through but no cars or coaches.  So we disembarked and started the 0.8 miles walk with luggage through three separate passport control points, a self-loaded security scanner and across a bridge high above the roaming river to leave Azerbaijan, then a very brief passport check to enter Georgia.  I don't think I've walked across many borders before, but that was definitely strange.


Georgia is very different. Without oil or gas reserves, it doesn't have its neighbours' riches.  But it has agriculture, most famously in the form of grapes.  Hardly surprising then that our first stop of the morning was for a wine tasting.  Followed by a feast served on the balcony of a family home. To be frank, the Azerbaijani food has been disappointing (although I had an amazing chestnut and apricot stew on the first day) so the taste of Georgian food was incredible.  Organic, full of flavour, no grease or oils, just great quality food. And wine.  Of course.


I've had worse views in the morning.















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