We did the southern border today Gardabani (Georgia) to Qazax (Azerbaijan) and were helped along by a very nice guard who spoke excellent English.
Both sides took a total of 40 mins, and it couldn't really have gone faster.
Perhaps we were just lucky?
I wrote a full report here:
Special Report! Georgia to Azerbaijan border crossing | Plastic Not So Fantastic
I will also be adding this to my final blog, which is what happened to us after crossing the border. It seems Azeri policemen are also corrupt:
"not more than 100 meters after the petrol station we were pulled over at a largish checkpoint, most likely because we were coming close to the city of Ganca. *A tubby little policeman waddled over to us and mumbled away in Azeri. *We got out the photocopies file (which always lies on the dashboard) and he indicated that I should get back into the car. *We had clearly re-entered a part of the the world where macho little men dominate and women are irrelevant. *I got back into the car so as not to aggravate the situation, but left the door open so that I could hear the discussion. *
As predicted, I soon heard David shout "Three hundred and fifty dollars! *We don't have that sort of money! *And for what reason??!" *It seems that the policeman had proceeded to draw the numbers 350 followed by a dollar sign on the back of the truck. *
I jumped out of the car, locked it, and we both proceeded to harangue this odious little excuse for a man. *He told me to get back in the car, but we were both so overcome with rage that there was absolutely no way that this toad was going to tell me what to do. *During extensive back and forth he didn't even bother to make up a supposed traffic infringement, but he made it clear that if we wanted to carry on down the road, it was going to cost us $350.
We held our ground, shoving photocopies under his nose, as well as the original of the insurance and Azeri road tax paper. *As always, all originals stayed hidden in the car. *On flicking through the pile he dared to ask to see some original papers, and it was clear that he would keep these until we got back from the bank with the bribe money, which had already become a negotiable amount. *
We point blank refused to show him anything except the photocopies and*at this point all of our aggravations bubbled over, to the extent that we attracted the attention of another policeman, who came over to shake David's hand (ignoring me of course). *Toad policeman seemed to realize he was beaten, scribbled the letters "KMS" after the 350, made some joke which seemed to imply that we were a tough team, handed back our photocopies, and told us it was 350 kms to Baku. *It must be said, we are getting pretty good at dealing with corrupt policemen."