Georgia, Eurasia

On the second day it was drizzling and the sky was grey. The lush vegetation at the side of the road didn’t look as bright as it should have. We were driving along a bumpy road on our way to Kutaisi, our second destination in Georgia, and for the first time since we got there I felt unsafe. What if the car breaks down in the middle of nowhere? The idea of waving for help to other drivers – mostly Turkish truck drivers – was unsettling me, especially since I can speak no Georgian, nor Russian, nor Turkish. So I sat in my seat, hoping that if anything was to happen, it would happen in a village and the famous Georgian hospitality would come to our rescue. Continue reading