We’d been planning to set off on a journey to Georgia with all the agency staff. The time came. The date of departure was May, 14. The route: Kutaisi–Tbilisi–Mtskheta–Sighnaghi–Gudauri– Stepantsminda –Kutaisi.
We flew out of Kharkov at night (I wish the mountains could have been seen from the windows)—we were welcomed by Tomazi, our guide in Kutaisi as well as the piping of frogs at the airport (we were finally there!)—A fast transfer to Tbilisi, a morning hostel overlooking the Kura (the first thoughts were to move to Tbilisi entirely and permanently)—The earliest Mtskheta with the most ancient cathedrals—Svetitskhovely and Dzhvari—A table groaning with delicacies at Salobie, the best in the world restaurant—Eating meat with Tarkhun and washing Chacha down with Tarkhun—We ran a shot-marathon across Tbilisi at night (it’s when you run in the first available bar and do a shot)—We sang a Georgian song with a bearded Georgian after the seventh shot—After the ninth one we set a bar counter on fire—A transfer to Sighnaghi—We were gazing at Diamond Valley from the height (it’s like looking at the sea, but there’re vineyards instead of water)—We wandered around night-time Sighnaghi with wine and heart-to-heart stories—Gudauri (higher in the mointains!)—Flocks of sheep and herds of cows running down the road—All the more snow on the mountain tops – lots of wine and fun—Stepantsminda (higher in the mountains!)—
