Armenia

We had a last look around the Tibilisi flea market before heading off towards Armenia. We are spending one night bush camping at an ancient abandoned village however, we have to drive miles up what you could only call a bridalway. Just a series of steep muddy rocky lanes.  This is definitely not one on the tourist trail.  We camp and go for a walk to find the ruins which are sited on a dramatic gorge edge. The weather is not too good and we are met by a herdsman and his cattle trying to get past our truck and tents, well nobody got killed.
Another terrific thunderstorm overnight and then the problem of turning the truck. One and a half hours, two demolished walls, pushing and shoving and there you have it, pointing the other way.  Having re negotiated the track we set off for the border.
The Armenian guards still wear those very high fronted caps, a blast from the past.  We wait in the sun for our visas until they give in and we get through.
We are now looking for another bush camp when some villagers take our guide and Rogan off in a car. When they return we have found a camp in a glade with knee high grass and the clouds gather again. During the evening we are joined by Armenians with brandy so some of our drinking team entertain them.
More rain then sun in the morning finds us heading in to Yerevan the capital of Armenia. We are staying in a hostel in the middle of the city which turns out to be very nice and a welcome hot shower with laundry down the road. A lovely city and Julia and I sat outside eating a very good lunch. Tomorow a walking tour and then back to Georgia heading for Azerbaijan