Caspian Punks

During a break to eat along the Caspian Sea, a group of Baku punks decided to make us their pet project to shout every English word our way they could think of.  When we responded in equally bad Azeri, they came over to hang out with us a while.  Although obviously trouble, the boys spoke better English than anyone we had met so far...except the diplomat on the airplane.  They accompanied us until we turned off to head back to the train station.  It was time to warm up and have some tea, so we stopped into a Tea House for a bit.  Women do not generally frequent tea houses, but we did fine as a group, and were able to rest a bit and warm up for a long night ahead.