Turkish/Georgian border Friday 25th July

We arrived at the border with a naive optimism that we could do well to loose before going any further.  The queue to cross was over a mile and wasn't going anywhere fast

and here it is two hours later...

it took us nearly three hours in the end.  All the delays were at the Turkish end, with the same grumpy officiousness we met when we entered.

The Georgians, by contrast, were charm and friendliness itself.  We did of course deploy our secret weapon, the three kilts we have stacked on the luggage shelf, which helpfully fall out every time the boot was opened.  The sight of a heavily armed Georgian border guard put down his FAL rifle and try my kilt on was priceless.  We sailed through after that.