Cycle Georgia: Omalo to Dartlo
Feeling wonderfully restored after a fabulous and well-earned rest day yesterday – aside from cleaning all our muddy kit, all we did was eat & drink and stroll to the ruins then eat and drink some more, nap for a few hours, eat & drinks some more and back to bed. Woke at 05h00 this morning feeling like a brand new person, ventured out into the sleepy village to explore and was greeted by grazing horses above a misty wonderland that blanketed lower Omalo – a beautiful reward for early rising!
The Crisis
After a hearty breakfast we headed off on bikes without the big bags for a day excursion to Dartlo – no dramas, except when we got about 5km down the hill Kati asked “Did you guys see that grey travel pouch that was lying on the porch when we left?” “A grey pouch? Shit that’s mine! I thought I packed i! Why didn’t you say anything? Our passports and all our money are in there!” I thought it belonged to the Swiss or maybe that Dutch guy…”
U-Turn and I time-trialed it back up the hill and arrived, panting, to find it sitting just where I left it and everything intact (sad to say back home that would very likely not have been the case). It is marvelous leaving our bikes standing outside overnight, guest house doors are WIDE open all night, no concern for our personal safety (except for the vicious Anatolian sheep dogs!). Anyhow, I re-joined the band and we continued on our merry way – a fabulous day. The pics say it all…
