Those last days in Georgia.
You might not be able to find what you need in a shop, advertised anywhere or on the internet, but somewhere, somebody “knows a guy.”
3 nights, 4 days and 0 showers later I majestically cycled down the hill to Tbilisi, sunburnt, smeared head to toe in a shiny, grit-covered, suncreamy goop.
I really don’t care if I got lost here. Trees, mountains, cows and random invitations from Armenians in Gerogia.
Cycling over the 2200m (7217ft) Goderdzi Pass in Georgia. I realised it was going to be difficult when I started pushing my bicycle through a river.
Stay in a hotel for a night and make packed lunches or sleep on a pier and eat like a king?