It’s here. This is the moment when you get less excited about your pumpkin ginger soup and the mushroom risotto. The chestnuts that you found are getting covered with dust and the neighbour’s dog took the charm away from the colourful pile of leaves.
Soon you’ll be scraping frost off your car, coming home from work without seeing the sun for the whole day… Braise yourselves. Autumn has come.
How do you cope with it? I know one way: the mountains! If not actively, than at least aurally 🙂
A skein of cranes was passing above the gorge fluttering their wings. Some sheep were climbing up the rocky hill with their bells ringing. A sleepy trout splashed the water with its tail. In the distance a waterfall was hitting the rocks. Long story short – a terrible ruckus.
So we’re reading the map. There are two alternative roads: one through the capital city, the other one a byway, but clearly and unambiguously an existing one. “Let’s not drag ourselves into Tbilisi, we’ll spend a whole day getting out of the city!” – Hania said wisely.
For some reason Piotrek thinks this photo goes well with a culinary post.
Unexpectedly, Georgian cuisine got compared to Mexican. After a quick analysis, I figured that there might be something in it: corn, beans and tomatoes reign in most dishes and local pallets claim that it’s spicy.
Georgian drivers are an independent social and cultural group. Every car can become a taxi, every bigger car can become a marshrutka, every man can become a professional driver. All you need is attitude and goodwill.
After elbowing our way through the crowd of laden migrants (what do they carry in those enourmous bags?! Bedding? Carpets?), explaining to the seventh driver that we are not waiting for a marshrutka (minibus) or even less so for a taxi, and listening to the bidding drivers, we got to the capital of Adjara – Batumi. Continue reading