Agstafa - A Run for the Border

Agstafa proved to be a quiet and cold little town, requiring about an hour to see and take in the sights.  It was so exciting, we decided to try and cross into Georgia to visit Tblisi for a few days.  It was not something we planned, and we were not sure it was even possible with the type visas we had obtained.  We would not need a visa for Georgia, but the issue was our return to Azerbaijan.  Catching a mini-bus to the border was a simple matter to asking a few people and climbing aboard.  The ride was very foggy, passing sheep, horses and cattle grazing in roadside fields.  Part of the ride was on dirt roads, made beside paved roads that no one was using.  There is probably a very good explanation for that, but none we could see.  We had a full van load of people heading for Georgia, including two students at a University in Baku who were heading home for a few days.  They apparently live south of Tblisi, and were happy to have a break from school.  I invited our group over to his Mom's house, and even offered to explain the situation to her, but all I heard was nervous laughter in response.  No deal I presumed.  The border crossing itself is a walk through deal.  Low tech to say the least.  When our turn in the swirling non-line came up, I presented my document to the official and asked if returning would be a problem.  He stated no, that we would simply have to go to the Azerbaijani embassy in Tblisi and re-apply for another visa.  Since we didn't have $130 to spare for that kind of endeavor, we reversed our course in the un-line current and churned up some water back to catch a bus to Ganja.  One happened to be leaving right then, so we took it.