Sad news: We had to bury our Mac book. This is why we haven’t written anything lately. Obviously we have to buy a new notebook if we want to continue with this blog. If anyone has a good tip for a cheap, little, robust notebook, let us know.
We only spent two days on our bikes in the last two weeks, so this is going to be a very short blog entry (written on a shitty hostel computer with an even shittier Russian keyboard that makes me rewrite every second word I type, yey).
We took a big brake from bike riding in Tbilisi as we had to wait for our Iranian visas to be processed. The wait gave us the opportunity to explore some places high up in Georgia’s mountains that we would not cycle to. We took a minibus ride up to Kazbegi to see the famous Trinity Church. The gorgeous church is located on a little hill surrounded by an impressive mountain range. Up in Kazbegi we did some hiking, saw the first few snow flakes of the year, wore our long sleeve merino base layers for the first time on this trip and drank some Georgian Chacha-Schnapps to keep us warm.
After Kazbegi we went back to our friendly Warm Showers host (a network like Couch Surfing but for cyclists) in Tbilisi. Beka our host was wonderful and it was so great to stay with a fellow bicycle tourer, that understands that our tired bodies sometimes just need food, rest and a hot shower. Back in the city we enjoyed our life as normal non-cyclist tourists and did all the things we miss in our bike-tent-life: Good cappuccinos, shopping, a bit of spa in the sulfur baths, taking buses everywhere, eating out at beautiful restaurants and long sleep ins. Two days ago we finally got our passports with our Iranian Visas stamped and received a warm welcome from the embassy officials.
Only two days on the road again we are already right back into the adventure. Yesterday we got a bit unlucky with finding a place to sleep, here’s the story: First we got invited into a dodgy house that almost fell apart, it was only 5 pm so we rode on. Then a family tried to rip us off for using their garden to pitch our tent, we rode on. Next we found the perfect wild camping spot, a van stopped and told us there are wolfs in this area, it got dark and we rode on. After that we found a cute restaurant/hotel, went in and found out the whole place was rent by Dunkin’ Donuts Tbilisi. The Dunkin’ Donuts boss refused to even let us pitch our tent in the hotel’s garden. By then it was very dark and the road was still busy without streetlights. I almost cried but there was not much we could do so we rode on. Finally we stopped at a restaurant where some guests bought dinner for us and the restaurant offered us their shed to pitch our tent. Heaven.
With fond memories of Georgia and excitement for the road ahead, we will cross the border to Azerbaijan tomorrow. We have no idea what awaits us in Azerbaijan. Only one thing is certain: We won’t eat at Dunkin’ Donuts. Take that.
Talk to you soon, hopefully from our new laptop with a reasonable keyboard.
Matt and Jasi