The air is still fresh, a cool breeze runs through the old walls and leaves seductive scents in the cracks. The streets are suddenly animated, motley life provides for a promising future and the
heads of the people are suddenly alive again.
Finally, it's time! It is our last day in Tbilisi. After more than 3 weeks "hanging around" we will swing back onto the saddle and drive towards Azerbaijan. Pity you can not hear the inner
jubilation concert, it's terrific ;) -
What happend lately:
Fortunatly we could leave our steelhorses at the "like hostel of courteous Pavel and Christina, so we started a short backpack tour.
The Metro took us to the busstation in Tbilisi and foolishly Cécile drunk so much tea during breakfast, so she urgently had to go to the toilet before entering the bus to Sagaredscho. -Usually on the bike it wasn't a problem to empty the bladder, we just stopped somewhere-
Ofcourse the busstation had a toilet but you can't imagine how surprised I was because I had to pay 50 tetry for a disgusting hole where I had too pee in. At least there were 4 such holes and on each one was cowering a woman. Oh yes, ofcourse there were walls between us, but they were just as high as our knees. -I'm very glad that I'm not shy-
As we arrived in Sagaredscho we had to take a Taxi to Udabno, where we wanted to stay for the night.
As we arrived there, the liitle "village" was completely shrouded by fog. We grouped on muddy roads where cows and dogs stood arround and finally found a guesthouse. In the cosy warm living room the family served us nice food. It was a bit strange, eating there while the family was living their live as usual.
Unfortunately our sleeping room was as cold as a freezer and no water run out of the tab in the bathroom. Luckyli we had our cozy sleeping bags.
But by that night we caught a very bad cold.
Nevertheless we went for a long hike to the Monastery of David Garedja.
So we eventually reached the church of David Gareja and enjoyed the imposing view to Azerbaijan and Georgia.
In consideration of our state of health Percy had then brought Cécile to reason, so we renounced a romantic outdoor night and hiked on the road back to Udabno, in the hope of a vehicle would then take us to 60 km away village Sagaredscho. In fact, after 2 hours, shortly after sunset, a vehicle passed by in this deserted area, a shepherd in his jeep took us the last 5 kilometers to Udabno.
It was already dark and there was no alternative for us, Percy absolutly wanted to spend this night in Sagarejo, in a warm room with a clean bed.
The innkeepers of the guesthouse had offered us in the morning the transport service, so we knocked a little embarrassed again at their door and asked for the trip to the next village. After the host has finished milking and our stomaches were full with beenmash they braught us to a hotel in Sagaredscho.
At least there was a heater, but the room wasen't any warmer, because all the other rooms were freezing cold anyway. To our runny noses we had no chance to recover, wrapped up in our sleepingbags, we were hoping things will get better soon...
When we thought we were fit again, we lined up to get to Sighnagi, the cradle of good wine. Unfortunately, we could not decipher the destinations in Georgian on the Maschutkas (minibuses) and waited an eternity until a driver took us along. -The impatient Cécile was already longing for her steelhorse, the practical and independent means of transport.
At least we found a Maschutka Driver who took us with him to Shignagi or at least in this direction. As we later noticed when getting out, the driver had already organized a taxi waiting for us at the junction to drive us up the mountain to Shignagi for a confusingly low price.
Arrived in Shignaghi, he then showed us the guesthouse of his "friend". Well, that looked quite passable and the price seemed reasonable. When we agreed, the landlady asked us for an advance payment of 10 Lari, so she can pay the comisson to the taxi driver. Now we had the answer to the question about the low fare...
There we stayed again in the sympathetic Like Hostel with Christina and Pavel, who hoarded our steelhorses.
Then we moved into an apartment in the old town and Hans and Eva (Percy's parents) came to visit us, heavy laden with chocolate, great gifts for us and our steelhorses and of course stories from the homeland.
So the steelhorses have now new cloaks, are sparkling cleaned and top "groomed".
Only Cécile had to vent her rear brake, since it no longer worked strong enough.
We are ready for the next 10'000 km through the "Middle Kingdom" to follow in the footsteps of our ancestors of ancient history, when silk, paper, ideas and other treasures were carried from east to west ...
We will travel to Baku through Azerbaijan and make another visa application round there. If Percy will get his Iran visa there, we will follow the Silk Road, through the former Persia, then whiz through Turkmenistan (if they let us) and roll from there to Uzbekistan, then pedal to Tajikistan on the Pamir Highway... -well that's just a plan...
However, if Iran does not work, we will probably take the ferry from Baku to Aqtau and then drive via Kazakhstan to Uzbekistan ... let's see what else we will encounter there ...