It’d fellow English cyclist Bill to thank. He’d told me of an old Caravanserai – roughly the Silk Roads equivalent of the British Drovers Inns – in Sheki that had been tastefully converted into an atmospheric hotel. Sounded much more appealing than some Soviet era concrete monstrosity, the prices – they apparently vary randomly from room to room – quite reasonable.
Even by Sheki’s standards, where everywhere is uphill, there was a tough final section, although by now I’d the relative cool of the evening in my favour. But no certainty of somewhere to stay. Fortunately there was a room available, tucked away inside its own archway, simply furnished but in keeping with the character of the place. I liked it. Rest at last.
Tags: Azerbaijan, Caucasus, Silk Roads
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