Du Port Hotel
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... were blooming with pink and red flowers. We saw quite a few camels this day too - all of the one hump middle eastern type. We were given the rules for a game of "Murder on the Caspian" - a game where we would randomly draw a person to "kill", the murder weapon, and the place or time they need to be killed. I drew Rich, with a tea cup, in a cabin - this one would be easy! The rules were if you killed someone, then you took their assigned victim. But if you ...
... these guys were keen is an understatement, they even confiscated twenty two Armenian beers from the bar, a staggering blow to a drinking side like ours! They eventually processed us all and officially welcomed us into the country with a bowl of little apples and smiles, Bec and Pernille being single blonde ladies and novelties in these parts were all but offered marriage!
Our destination for that night was Sheki and a night in an old Caravansary ...
... who would buy concentrated perfumes in Mexico City, then travel south, mix the perfumes and sell them on the sidewalk--and finance their travels that way!"
Giles tells about his epic journey in his younger years, starting in Thailand (where he extended his stay by becoming a monk and joining a monastary) then he traveled across Asia through Afghanistan, then down into Africa where (this was back in colonial times) he arrived in Rhodesia ...
... a bird hiding inside. I think she told us we're at the wrong port... bugger.
We headed back to the hotel to get on the computer and do a bit more research. Alex somehow managed to find a blog with a sweet, lttle map guiding us straight to the place. We were done for the day, so tomorrow's plan was to checkout, head there and see what happens.
We found an alright Irish bar for an evening beer but with sweet live music... perfect!
... Of course, the lights would change and the cross traffic coulnd go. So the policeman stepped in, stopped the cross traffic, which hooted and gestured at him. Tried to redirect the main traffic, which had sorted itself anyway. So he was in the way of everyone. He tried to allow the cross traffic time to go against the lights, but that just angered tha main traffic, which hooted and gestured. What a total mess up. He'd have been better sitting in the little Polis ...