During summer, autumn and winter 2015 I visited Georgia twice on my bicycle. These photos are my attempt to show why I enjoyed my time there.
Tbilisi the capital has this metal statue of a robed woman that’s lit up at night such that her clothes shine cobalt. In one hand she has wine and in the other a sword lying against her stomach. She is meant to represent Georgian culture: unbridled hospitality to friends, aggression against foes. I experienced mostly the former during my time in this small nation in the north of the South Caucasus, even from its dogs.
After Central Asia and Azerbaijan (outside of Baku), I was looking for some drinking that wasn’t vodka and to meet other travellers. Georgia’s mountains, home-made wines, heavy food, nightlife and visa-free travel for most western nationalities encourage long stays, and have made it a darling of Europeans. Many visitors stay in Georgia for a long time relative to its small size, despite it being seen as simply “on the way,” the middle of a trip from Europe to Asia or vice-versa.
I was no exception, puttering around, reluctant to leave. The interesting people I met further slowed my pace.
I first met Evan in Georgia, an event that marked the apex and then decline of my Tinder account, which was getting heavy use ever since I stepped off the train ferry “Aghdam” that had taken me across the Caspian Sea from Kazakhstan to Azerbaijan. The photos of Evan and I in this album are from the label-less, awkward and hilarious first days of us getting to know one another, by going too quickly from strangers to sharing a tent.
You can also view this album on Flickr, here.
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