Outta Baku Is Where the Real Adventures Happen, Or Don't Part II

Our guide book told us that this was a must-see of Azerbaijan, the list isn't very long, so we made it a priority. Our cabbie gallantly retraced our tracks back to the main road, and we set off to find the petroglyphs. However, the guy didn't know where he was going.

However he did take us to see some pretty cool rocks...but the not-famous rocks. Still, super pretty.

While exploring the landscape, the midget popped up again, and gave us directions to the real historic site. We pile in the car again, and we're off!  Ten minutes down the road we see a sign!  A real sign telling us that there is a tourist area. Woo, what's up Baku?!

We pay the entrance fee, and the fee to take pictures, and the fee for the tour. It was about 20 manat for the three of us, our cabbie got to join in for free.

Our tour guide at the site was hilarious. Probably the highlight of the excursion, mostly because I couldn't stop laughing when he would ask us ridiculous questions about facts that he has memorized and retold to people for the last ten years. "What animal is there?" Molly: Erg, a goat?  "No! There are no goats here, this a horse!"  He was disappointed in our lack of learning, take your best guess at this one:

The stones themselves were pretty cool because they were super old. In particular there was the tamborin stone, which was not carved with people or boats, rather, you could just bang on it. And really, who doesn't like to hit stuff with rocks??

Our tour guide gave us our 10 manat worth of tour, and then some. After an hour of tsking and a laundry list of facts about the age and content of each pictograph, we're were spent.  We hopped back in the car and called Evan to praise his glorious skills, no other tour guide was as excellent as he.