Crossing the border into Georgia the first thing you see is a church
So I got a lift to the border with a Russian. When we arrived he got out of his truck took the bike out and drove away before I could thank him say good bye or ask for a lift to batumi. Leaving me to walk the 20 km from the border
Wheeling my bike along I was able to stop and admire these guy
Georgian is our third alphabet we’ve come across on our trip and definitely the hardest to understand
In Georgian M is O and N is I
Batumi is a seaside city full of strange and unfinieshed skyscapers. That’s a gold ferriswheel pocking out of one of them
The “Old town” as it’s called is actually quite new they’re still building most of it
Our first camp site outside Batumi
Nulzari and Lilianna.
Passing back through Batumi the weather was crazy. Even the police had the ear flaps on their russian hats pulled down.
Keega was a Georgian kid who showed up at our camp on his bike. He proceeded to help put up the tarp and get our camp ready. He was great. He also took this phot
Keega taking pictures of us
“Right time to get cycling”
We we riding in a storm for about 4 days
We were camping in a derelict barn to protect us from the storm. Loahs wife came and invited us in. We sat in the kitchen/bedroom/sitting room for about three hours being completely ignored while everyone watched TV. After a very tactical yawn we got offered to be brought to bed. Just as we were in bed we heard a mans voice downstairs and sure enough moments later a hammered georgian burst through the door getting us out of bed and insisting we try a wide variety of his weeno.
Loah was a big messer
But his wife insisted on getting a nice shot of the pair of them.
Another wet day
It really doesn’t seem like there should have been oranges growing in Georgia
Pulling over to the side of the road as was all to typical now we bumped into some drunk georgian who invited us in for coffee. We took a detour by the local bakery first.
The baker threw Hugo some bread ,turn out it was pretty hot.
First sign for Baku
You can see how strong the wind is as it pushes the right hand side of the tarp in. Luckily this was a tail wind
Family of pigs on the side of the road
There are oranges and Ladas everywhere in Georgia. Sometimes there are oranges in Ladas
This road isn’t too bad, there is plenty of room to godge the potholes. The roads get bad when there are so many potholes you can’t dodge them.
Georgian love building stuff on mountain tops
In case it isn’t obvious I have no idea what I’m doing.
Regal as ever
Relaxing with a nice sunset after our exciting evening
I think apartment blocks in the mountains is a Soviet thing
The closest we’ve gotten to snow so far
Hugo trying to heat up his feet back up.
Off we go
We’re getting closer
Hugo always whispers apologies to his food before he eats it.
Of course you find a chinese construction site in the middle of the Georgian mountains
Sometimes you’ve just got to get off and push
Chirst how long will this go on for.
Finally over the pass, only 3 hours later than we thought we’d get here.
First sign for Tehran
Hey cows where you going?
King David, The Builder
Tbilisi bridge at night
More hill top churches.
Donuts?? Yes I’ll have twenty.
The novelty of not having to keep our stuff in their bags got the better of us.
George W Bush street?? Your guess is as good as mine.
You would hate having to climb up there on Sunday mornings.
Climbing at the end of the day is alright with views like that
Rode with these guys for a while, so jealous of their bikes
There were a group of dogs in the national park we were camping in before entering azerbaijian
After playing with the dogs all morning we started cycling about an hour later than usual. We think it was worth it.