Hiking around Borjomi, Georgia:

“So, is this all this thing a good idea?” Honesty coaxial.

“Yes. Very beautiful,” he says.

The next morning, we start in a pine forest, a moss carpet from the ground before 800 meters of switching to open pastures and wild flowers. We drink spring water that swells from the pipes stuck directly to the rocks. The overrief, threatening dark clouds are shaken.

We reach the shelter while the rain breaks. Both of us do not really know what the “tourism shelter meant means, but we reach a hut with balcony, bunk beds and a burning stove with a burning stove, much more comfortable than expected. When the rain throws on the roof, we start a fire, we heat the Georgian flat spring, we mix Abhazian spices from boiled eggs, then we fall asleep all day without any other spirit.

We wake up to a shelter covered with fog, get up and start climbing from the Dewy Forest to the 600 -meter rise. The fog is retracted in a short time and reveals a rising mountain. A eagle wanders around the invisible convection currents and see a pair of wild horse that nibbs the grass next to a stone chapel. As they get close and run as they run to Roiling.

The “lice slippery” trace hugged a swamp by the downhills down. We both find branches to attract adhesive chaos for balance. Then, a distant roar is echoed along the forest. I’m sure this is a bear, but my wife was not convinced.

We have more urgent things to worry about: deep enough to swallow my mud bots to shin. After one hour and a river pass, I silence it at every step. The effort is used by a semi -tropical view of wide -leaf fern herbs.

After hours of exhausted, finally we reach the second tourism shelter, legs hurt. I just want to wash the mud, eat our cold dinner and sleep, but I see we’re not alone. A busy Russian truck is openly parked with a shelter that looks like a party: old men cook Shish kebab on a camping fire, and children and women are covered with beer, wine and Georgian cheese breads called Khachapuri, the porch table of the shelter.

I am very tired to socialize and stand there until a girl comes and greet us in English. “We made this shelter in Borjomi and you are very tired, orum I stuttering.

“Don’t worry – we’re doing a party, but we’ll leave very soon,” he said: “Beds are free”.

Each of us offers our sleeping bags in wooden bunk beds, but the festivals on the porch are high. When the rain starts again, everyone gathered just outside the door, laughing from the hollow room.

Then a hit. An old man placed a plate of meat and khachapuri before shaking and leaving “Thank you”.

Another stroke soon. Would you like to try some of our wine? Says the English -speaking girl now at the door.

A few minutes later we are on the table – drink, food and explain our lives. I feel light -headed from Chacha, a grappa -like liquor called after fatigue and grapes.

“Now we need to go,” the girl suddenly says. The party is dismantled within a few minutes, the floors are sweeping. Everyone fluctuates from the truck, which leaves us alone, leaves us alone, leaves us full, drunk and confused.

The next day we come across Borjomi tired and painful. Neither the party, the mud nor the bear roar, the next day we return our sleeping bags when we return Ranger. I wonder if something happens.

Then we wander to explore the Russian massage.

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Fly + Driver
The beauty of Borjomi is protected by its inaccessibility. It is easy to fly to the Georgian capital Tbilisi, but you need to find a common taxi or minivan called Marshrutka. If you have time, the four-hour train runs twice a day-warming, but natural and dirt cheap ($ 1) option. To see Georgia.travel

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TO STAY
There are a lot of accommodation options from Fancy Crowne Plaza (IYG.com180 $) room) budget rooms and Airbnbs. Reserve in summer. The vertical valley means easy to scoring a beautiful landscape for cheap.

The author traveled at his own expense.