The mountains of the Lesser Caucasus in the background form the northern border of Azerbaijan.
A wonderful surprise. Much to discover, as much in the boiling capital Baku as in the mountains and deserts of the rest of the country.
While waiting for visas, I spend a week in Baku, the capital of Azerbaijan. During this forced but welcome break, I take the opportunity to visit the city ... and its embassies!
The Georgians wish us good luck crossing the border via a road sign, Mathieu is questioned about his visa and we have to pass more barriers and soldiers than to enter Jurassic Park. Welcome to Azerbaijan!
Along the way in Azerbaijan, Mathieu and I wondered where the women were in this country. All our meetings, all the people on the road, only men. We just found them. They are all in Baku.