Somewhere in south western Russia

We are now a convoy of a Suzuki driven by a couple of Saskatchewan boys, 2 Peugot, an ambulance driven by some Brits and the Pale Horse driven by yours truly. We head north along the Black Sea for a while, then over the mountains (Probly the Caucasus Mountains but im really not sure because we have no maps of russia) where the highway turns to gravel for a couple hundred km. As we tear out of the mountains towards the north shores of the Caspian Sea we get pulled over by our first Russian police and Jerry gets a seat in their car for a while. Jerry flexed his pecks and they sent us on our way. For the rest of the day police checkpoints are a regular occurrence, but cost nothing more than time and the odd cigarette. They all actually seem quite nice - I think our convoy brings out the best in people. We set up camp just out of the mountains in some land that is beginning to look like Saskatchewan. Good first day and night with the convoy. Early in the morning a wind storm kicked up and hampered the sleep a bit, but it was nice to camp off of the highway and not in someone’s front yard for once.