a quick fox didn’t jump

I woke up early in the morning, brushed my teeth, got some hot water for my tea, and then I said goodbye to the boss and stepped out of the gate:

The world seemed to be asleep, and I did not see many people outside:

Then the buildings on either side of the road became less and less, and the Caboose became heavier and heavier. We were getting into the hills west of Baku:

The slopes were surprisingly difficult:

Once I passed a little fox that hadn’t made it:

It made me sad. Maybe because I had had so much fun with cats during the last few days. Or because I was scared of what was to come.

The landscape reminded me of the Gobi desert:

There were even melon vendors here and there, just like in the Gobi desert:

And some desperate soul had even used red paint to write “love” on the divider:

But it wasn’t exactly like in the Gobi. The main difference seemed to be that these empty parts were neither as vast nor as empty, with little settlements scattered all around:

I walked until nightfall:

And then, after about 40k, I arrived in the roadside village of Jangi:

It took me a while to find a restaurant that was open there:

They served the best barbecue I had tasted in a long time. And then they hooked me up with a place to sleep, an open garage in a gas station on the other side of the road:

It turned into a pretty noisy night.

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Some desperate soul had written “love” on the divider in red paint: