We had the morning to walk around Mestia, where there was nothing really apart from the sweet shop. I bought a kilo in the excitement of not seeing sweets through Turkey! We headed back down the windy mountain pass which was a long day made longer by a truck blocking the road. With little effort our truck towed it out the way and narrowly squeezed through. We stopped in a town to drop off Rich, Kaye and Darrell at the train station. They were all heading to Tbilisi. Darrell had to fly back to London for a week and Kaye was going to get her Chinese visa at the embassy. We finally rolled into our bush camp near Kutaisi on the banks of the Mtkvari river. Much to my pleasure the camp was covered in fireflies all glowing away.
After breakfast with the pigs and cows and a look around a ruined fort we headed into Kutaisi, Georgia's second biggest city to stock up on food at the huge market. The old town was nice but there wasn't much to do and like all of Georgia's town and cities everything was covered in scaffolding! That night we camped near Gori in a village called Uplistsikhe and I suffered the sad loss of a flip flop.
photos: Pete reading to the pig (?) in Kutaisi bush camp. In Mestia outside the the sweet shop. Mestia siege tower dominating the village.
They just don't make flip flops like they used to. xx
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