|Old power station|
|Grinding mill for grain|
|Cujo's cantankerous younger cousin. Is it me or does this puppy dog appear to want to bite off my testicles and gargle with them?|
Arif told us we would find a trail that would lead us along a hill above the riverbed and on to the river that we initially traveled in on. We thought it would be obvious. It was not. In lieu of a trail we decided we would just follow the river. Easy, right? Wrong. The river was a bit incorrigible when it came to maintaining a steady course and was prone to skirting cliff walls thereby cutting off our access. Because of this we were forced to adroitly make a few river crossings by skipping from stone to stone. In the beginning that was fine but the water became deeper and faster at crucial junctures. This necessitated a few exploratory expeditions on my part in order to discover a suitable crossing point. As dry footwear and clothing were foremost in my mind I conducted reconnaissance in my boxers. So there I was frolicking in the icy waters of the Azeri wilderness almost naked in hopes of finding safe passage across the fast moving waters. Unfortunately, I was rebuffed.