I woke up to the most gentle of morning lights:
Fazil was busy doing his accounting:
And two gentlemen were busy playing backgammon:
Want some piti? Fazil asked me, and he showed me the food he was preparing:
Piti is a dish of mutton and vegetables slow-cooked in a little crock. Of course I wanted one!
So I had a serving of piti while Fazil was resting from his work:
And it was awesome.
Then I got back on my way:
I reached the outskirts of Sheki at about two in the afternoon, at which point the road started reaching for the mountains:
Sheki was situated in an elevated valley, so I had to work my way up against the weight of the Caboose:
And then I was there, in the old town of Sheki:
It was still early, and I had all that excess energy from the piti, so I decided to take the Caboose for a spin and walk around a bit before deciding on a place to stay.
There was an old mosque behind a gate:
There was a royal palace behind a wall:
And there was an old building that I was too lazy to identify:
I stopped to photograph these scribblings on a transformer box:
They said EMO.
Then these little dudes appeared and started questioning me:
I don’t speak Azerbaijani, so we couldn’t really understand each other. But we had a good time anyway, and it was decided that we had to pose for a super cool photo to commemorate the occasion:
Then I started looking for accommodation in the tangled mesh of Sheki’s streets: