Armenia was a blast. And we seemed to make much better time coming back up the road to Georgia last night (and no hassle from traffic police at all). I was just about able to communicate with our Armenian driver – his Russian was bad but mine much much worse. (I need to get some practice with when I get back.)

Tesco apparently were in Prague long before they were in Belfast, the first serious sign of capitalism. Unforunately I left my razor and shaving gel behind in the first night’s hotel in Tbilisi. Fortunately I still had spare blades.

In Tbilisi now. Fun.