I returned to Lagodekhi to a welcome of figs and plums which Ant and Alex had picked up as they waited for me – a whole day without figs would be a real shame here! We then trundled in flip flops towards the border and stopped a few kilometers short for a celebratory beer in the sun to empty our wallets of any remaining Georgian Laris.
The border crossing itself was a breeze, cycling past the queueing cars thereby catching the guards’ attention resulting in them taking express care of our passports. The only disconcerting warning lay before the border above us: “Good luck in Azerbaijan” !! We tented up not far into Azerbaijan and enjoyed the dying light of the day as we brushed our teeth on a hill!