Yuri explained today would not be an easy day for him. “The chacha is still burning in my throat guys”. Oli and Stef looked at each other and agreed “I don’t feel it. I’m a little bit tired and apart from an insatiable thirst I’m pretty fine actually, I didn’t expect this.”
After some fig marmalade sandwiches we took off, and found out that the wind was blowing the wrong direction today. A fierce headwind prevented us from making easy progress and forced us to cycle the flat road at a steady pace of 12 km/h. We found consolation in our music and sang along with our playlist, keeping the moral high. We hung out with some goats who were chilling at an abandoned gas station, obviously not pleased with Mr. Cow gazing at them. Pigs were not allowed on the goat terrain and had to stay in the ditch alongside the highway. Horses minded their own business and didn’t care about the other animals, they were ‘paardoned’.
The highway took us far into Georgia’s inland, and we found ourselves surrounded by the beautiful white Caucasus on both sides of the road. It became clear the Georgians are crazy drivers, but if cows and pigs can survive the Georgian traffic, so can we, no?