Today is Daniele's birthday, who has reached the ripe old age of 32 years. We go to the Avtogazal and take a bus to Quba, a city from which there should be some way to reach Kinaliq (or Xinaliq, or Kinalug, your choice). The first bus is full then we wait for the second one, is small, no air conditioning and no windows, not a godsend.
In addition, the driver is a bit strange, we don't understand why but he began to argue with one of the passengers.
The road crosses the void, desert to the left and desert to the right, the landscape, a little alien, is really nice. At one point, the driver leaves the main road and takes a very busy one, alternative... passengers are quite pissed! Especially after realizing that the detour was made to load some people in a small town, even if there are no seats on the bus. Don't know from where some stools came out and these people are placed in the middle lane of the bus. Can't breathe anymore. We take four hours to get to Quba, two hundred kilometers.