Ian is always on the lookout for a wine tasting and the rest of us very reluctantly go along with him. A few hours out of Baku Ian saw a large grape sign and radioed that he thought we should try and have a tasting. And we did, but it turned out not be a branch of the Pernod Ricard or the Southcorp groups.
We turned down a back road and via sign language asked a guy about a tasting. The next thing the guy gets into the Whippet and away we go, winding our way up and around beautiful little hills with really nice looking vineyards on one side, apple growing on the other and extensive wheat fields in the distance.
We drove through a very ancient looking village and the guy in the Whippet kept ringing on his mobile; presumably we hoped, to find a wine tasting for us. Where was the guy taking us?
But how do we escape without having to buy the vineyard?
I don't think he was happy but a fair exchange nevertheless; a kangaroo pin for some undrinkable wine but at least we got away, slowly meandering along very rough tracks in the wheat fields to the main road.