After having travelled for a while, we have sometimes started to wonder about what true adventures actually are. It seems that the word is being used far too often, and whenever I hear it now, it has an echo of a well-worn cliché and also I am to blame for it.
I suppose we have been quite safe and lucky in our journey and been sort of sheltered in a way, whether it’s because we have been playing safe or whether it’s because travelling is not actually as dangerous and adventurous in the times of GPS and modern technology as some may think, I do not know for certain (but I think it’s a bit of both). However, even after a good few months, if people ask me “what is our biggest adventure?” or “what has been the most adventurous time/event in our adventure?” I say “Kazakhstan!” and so does Dainis and Ivars and it has probably also been The One Adventure.
The first two out of seven weeks altogether spent in I.R. of Iran, was definitely an adjustment time for me. Just crossing that one border had made all the difference in the experience. It seemed we had finally gone quite far away from home and found ourselves in a country where many of the everyday activities were done in quite a different manner. And of all things combined there was I – a female – travelling with two (and later – three) guys on a bicycle! And how strange it seemed for many of the locals, that we might be just friends. (apart from when I was wandering by myself, it seemed a little silly that I had bought a wedding band to put on). But what better way to enter and cycle around the country than a two week New Year celebration time? Iran welcomed us open heartedly.
Iranian visas in our pockets and our bikes screaming to get back on the road, we left Yerevan late in the afternoon (some time after 4 p.m.) on 15th March. Obviously our time management could have been a little bita lot better, but by the time we had organized all the little bits and bobs and said goodbyes it was somehow already late. Since we had set this as our absolute last leaving date (we wanted to make it in time for the Nowruz celebrations in Iran) we stuck to the plan and were hoping to cycle the flat distance till just before the first big uphill.
As usual, unexpected events occur along the way and we found ourselves some 20 or so km outside of Yerevan city border joining an Armenian picnic which mainly consisted of crispy lavash, freshly grilled fish and a lot of vodka. After a few toasts on Janapar (journey in Armenian), good health and happiness we managed to excuse ourselves, saying we still have some distance we planned to cover.
The main reason for staying in Tbilisi for such a long time was connected with the curious incident in Sevastopol, Crimea. In case somebody is still wondering, what really happened in Sevastopol, here is a very short recap – two of our bicycles got stolen by ruthless criminals (you can find out more by watching this or reading this). So we found ourselves in Tbilisi wondering what to do next, because we had to find a way out of this mess or we will have to turn back home. This time we did not have any illusions, that this problem will solve itself and we understood from the very start that it all depends solely on us.
In Georgia they love food and even measure economical indicators with khachapuri
How long can you be lazy and keep on inventing excuses for not doing something? We have understood that it is possible to do it for quite a long time, but eventually we got tired of being lazy or even start to become lazy of being lazy and this very moment is finally here. So finally, after several months, we present to you recap of our Georgian adventures. Before you start to read this very long article, I would like to point out that unfortunately not everything is covered in this blog post and even some of the things that are covered have not been covered in full detail.
Arrival in Georgia
We spent the first night in Georgia not far from the highest mountain in the country – Mt. Kazbeg. That was probably the coldest night I have spent in a tent, the temperature dropped to -10C
We spent the next day in a much more inhabitable environment, but even there the room temperature was around 0 – maybe that was the reason why this room was used as a substitute for a refrigerator.