Day 15: Marvelous Mestia After sailing downhill into the incredibly quaint little town of Mestia, we headed straight for the central square and adjacent bar. Here we met up again with world cycle tourist, Nick from Birmingham, who’d left us in his dust earlier in the day. He’s been on the road for 3 months…
Day 14: Back into the Big Mountains I slept like the dead with the sound of the raging river right next to my head. When the alarm went off at 05h30 I was NOT ready to come back into the land of the living. The plan was to set off at 06h00 to beat the…
Day 13: Of Graves, Garbage, Boiling Heat & Bees Oh my, how to explain today? It was hot from the get go. Very hot and humid. I had little appetite for breakfast (most unlike me) and felt pap on the bike. The ride out of Zugdidi took us via a depressing succession of old, dilapidated…
Day 3: ROSHKA TO SHATILI Today basically consisted of 8 km back down a mine shaft to the turn-off, then 20km straight up Bear Crossing Pass (Swartberg Pass is a pimple by comparison) and 20km down the other side -1500m elevation gain, thunder, lightning, heavy rain & hail, a very well-timed coffee stop in the middle of…