Unhappily, it rained very hard all night and we woke to thunder and lightning. Undeterred though, our guest house dropped us in town for the 9.30 bus to the nearest big town (Vanadzor). It was an ancient old Soviet bus that had seen better days a lifetime ago, still painted bright yellow but with rather battered seats and raindrops on most of them! But it safely delivered us to our destination.
It turned out that the last bus of the day to the border had gone but our genial bus driver helped find us a taxi; enter Gary with the gold tooth who obligingly stopped for photos and got us there double-quick. Regrettably Duncan restrained me from taking a sneaky photo of the fine scene of Armenian and Georgian flags flying as we walked across no man's land (namely a bridge over the river), but we strolled back into Georgia and took another cab, now in bright sunshine, to the edge of Tbilisi (the driver refused to go any further!), and then a local bus into the centre of town.
We were welcomed back to our guesthouse with a plate of cherries and apricots and fine Georgian coffee. It almost feels like home!
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