cow overrules everything
Imagine being a mouse and sleeping in the exhaust pipe of a parked vehicle. That’s what it felt like for me last night. It wasn’t that good.
I slipped quietly out of the truck repair shop:
And then I was in the semi-desert again:
Sadly, there was no other way but the highway:
Sometimes I would glance across the road and see tall structures on the other side of the bay, and I would wonder if that was actually Baku:
And one time I saw an old building that was designated as “old caravanserai” on the map, but I found no way to get there:
Or maybe I was just being too lazy.
Most of the time it felt as if Baku was throwing cars at me:
The highway ran very close to the shore, and sometimes there were buildings squeezed in between them:
Sometimes even large apartment blocks full of people who would have to listen to the sounds of the highway all the time:
But most of the residential areas were a bit more remote, hugging the hills in the distance:
There wasn’t much to see and no one to talk to. When I found this little feisty flower I picked it and put it in my notebook:
Better than it eventually being crushed by someone’s tyres?
I left the highway in the evening light, entering an industrial zone where I had somehow managed to pre-book a hotel. Between tall fences, truck gates, and large assembly halls, a cow greeted me:
And then I found the hotel:
It was called Montenegro, and it was mostly for temporary workers and factory visitors.
I loved it.
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Imagine being a mouse and sleeping in the exhaust pipe of a parked vehicle. That’s what it felt like for me last night. It wasn’t that good.
LDaniels
Looks like Morning Glory flowers