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A Georgian Ramble – Bike Aways June 2019 Newsletter

Greetings from Hong Kong

We are off to Georgia –  the balcony of Europe –  God’s country as the Georgians like to say.

The Georgians were  feasting and toasting God just about the time when God was handing out the last countries to the different peoples of the earth –  and they ended up, through wine inspired flattery and an apparent miscalculation by God, with the country he’d saved for himself.

They have  in return, built a lot of houses for Him, on hilltops across the land.

 

Georgian Chappel, Mestia, Svanetti

Georgia is the  last Christian Caravan Serai on the Silk Road headed east –  before Asia.
(Sort of – cause there’s actually loads of different branches  and tourist drives on the Silk Road – but  you get the drift.)
It was the end of the world in Greek mythology,  and the place from which Jason stole the Golden Fleece with the help of his Argonaughts, who sailed the Black Sea to get there.
Its now the oldest wine culture (Iran used to be but they don’t like to boast about that anymore),  and has the sweetest creamiest-cream you’ll ever pour atop your sour cherries and apricots, which grow abundantly in this land of milk and honey.
And the cycling is all downhill.
Every morning we  chuck our fat wheeled mountain bikes into the pickup truck – get up high and spend the day assisting gravity with a couple of pedals around a puddle on the road or over a little itsy bitsy teeny weeny hump on the road.
High up in the mountains you meet folk like these.

Humans of Ushguli, highest village in the Caucasus and Europe.

The man on the left is a Tbilisi urbanite  – on holidays in Ushguli.
He said he had come to pay his respects to Queen Tamar, famed for holding out against the Mongols. She built a summer palace in this 4000 foot high village – the highest in Europe  –  if you count Georgia as part of Europe.
Georgians mostly do.
The woman on the right is Reza. She is a hardworking farmer who milks the cows that makes the cheese that hardens in the cold mountain air,  then melts in her oven  to make the sweetest little Kachapuris, that we like best.
These are some bread rolls she made as a little afternoon snack for us.

 

 

There was a massive feast later in the evening with plenty of wine and cha cha passed around in goat horns and people extolling via long and emotional toasts:  the country; the God who made the country;  the women folk who gave birth and raised the fine people of the country;  and of course  the sporty cycling portion of those people who were appreciating Gods creation so intimately and up close. 

In Georgia, the eating is all done at night time. Breakfast barely exists.  One hotel told us that breakfast  started at 11am  .  They growled something about sleep deprivation and torture when we tried to have it brought forward to ten am. We are a cycling company – and  cyclists like to  start early – but this hotel was suffering none of our attempts to change the Georgian culture.

We BYO plunger coffee and BYO jam for situations like this, as Georgian hoteliers  in the deep countryside don’t like foreigners telling them how things should be.

There’s a very very long  wikipedia page  devoted to all the people who have tried to change Georgia through acts of aggression and war.

Chess is a national obsession.

The Mongols invaded at least 15 times. We know as we did our reccy with a  descendent of Ghengis, named after the war mongering Timurlane (ruler of the Uzbek empire), who loved to remind any Georgians he met of the 23  Mongol conquests.

Our guides laughed along with him and called him Goba (their nickname for Stalin, who was a Georgian ).

The Svans off Ushguli  however were having none of this.

They live high in the mountains  with fortified  watchtowers attached to their homes.

Never invaded by a foreign power they shouted at Timor, banging their fists hard on Reza wooden table, knocking over the goat horn, and spilling wine like it didn’t matter.

This is  a picture of a modern Mongol (Timor)  at the base of one of these watchtowers.

Notice we are all now on the outside.

Hanging outside the watchtower.

And this is the view  from where we were sitting – Ushguli  with Mount Shikara in the background. Russia lies beyond.

The road onward from here to Lentekhi is the most fun you will have on two wheels.

The pass is only passable in summer, but I do fear it will be paved, making it passable for regular old cars in the next few years.

The road to Lentakhi

Our next trip starts in 4 days on the 29th in the capital Tbilisi and due to a few recent enquiries we are  gently opening the door to entertaining the possibility of taking bookings for a ride from August 9th – 20th.

This date is still settling into the idea of being a Georgian odyssey.

Have your say

Special Spontaneity Deal.

We have one car seat spare on this next trip starting on the 29th June which we would love to fill and are  therefore offering a MEGA deal of  twenty percent discount to lure that one spontaneous,  adventurous soul aboard.

Otherwise keep your eyes opened for an upcoming date for  Georgia 2020.

Check out www.bikeaways.com  where the calendar of rides is right there on the front page.

Links

If you cant make the trip – follow us on facebook where posts will be attempting to emulate these magnum Photographers shooting a  Georgian Spring, or on  Instagram where upcoming trips are previewed with three evocative and hopefully inspiring photos  and a series of convenient posters advertising the dates.

Bike Aways Georgia Itinerary

List of Wars Involving Georgia

Magnum Photographers pictures of Georgia

And for those of you who read all the way to the bottom of the page – THIS is one of my favourite musical moments from Georgia.

Sublime Georgian music