“Aza-What? Azajan? Where is that?!”

These were some of the typical responses I heard from friends when informing them where I would be riding for the next month. Many were unfamiliar of its existence let alone its whereabouts. Earlier this year, I didn’t even really know much of Azerbaijan other than its location and how to pronounce it. In fact, my partner Justa Jeskova and I had no plans of travelling there until 30 days before we arrived.

In most instances, we prepare meticulously months ahead. We make local contacts, book tickets, and sort out logistics well before we arrive. This time was quite different. Having sat out the previous summer with an injury and feeling restless awaiting winter’s end, I had started daydreaming of travelling exotic locations. Justa felt the same yearning for adventure which led to us picking a date and randomly picking spots off a 3D globe. The only requisite? Inspiring foreign mountains that were hopefully free of snow.

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