Ian is moving on to Armenia, we consider whether or not to go there but decide to leave our options open for now. There is no border from Armenia into Turkey, so if we do we would have to come back into Georgia in order to return to Turkey.
We bid farewell to Ian but exchange email addresses. Our route out of the country, takes us to a very different area. Once we are through Tblisi, where the temperature is still 30 degrees, the region becomes much more rural and poorer; it reminds us of Rumania and Bulgaria. The scenery though remains stunning. We are glad to be here in the Autumn, it really is spectacular. Still at high altitude, we see herds of cattle and flocks of sheep being moved. We immediately remember the nomadic tribes in Pakistan returning to Kashmir, especially when we see a waterfall of fat bottomed sheep rushing over the hillside before getting either a nip from a dog or a slap from from a shepherd.
At Ninotsminda we have to make a decision. Left for Armenia or right for Turkey. We look at the sky, to the left it is black to the right blue. We follow the sun!
Looking for somewhere to stop, there is a dirt track to a disused quarry, that should be quiet, we can tuck ourselves away up there. Not so, the dirt track is used as a short cut to a neighbouring village and as it turned out, very well used! No worries though, the Georgian drivers, after doing a double take, all waved, smiled and tooted.
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