I woke up at 6 or 5, depending on the time I use as reference point (inner watch maybe was still Bulgarian). When I was ready I tried to wake up the guy from the hostel who in the evening had said he would open the basement to get out the bike, but now it was different. Although he would have had to get up anyway because a guy wanted to check in at this time he was unfriendly to me.
Also unfriendly was my gps as it didn’t work properly. At least it showed a purple line, the route, and an arrow, me, and so I tried to keep the arrow on the purple line which was easy most of the time as there were not too many alternatives. But I hope I can fix that…
The way out of Batumi showed me that it was better to stay overnight, as the road seemed good in general but suddenly there where deep holes or pits or cracks. It was even hard by daylight to watch the route, the traffic and the tricky road. But outside Batumi, the first 40km were great! A big road with enough space and good surface in green and nice precincts.
Then it changed but in Romania I sometimes would have been more than happy with such a road. Only with Georgian drivers it turns to hell…
ah, where hell is, is heaven not far:
I like to compare cemeteries 🙂 And I like the last photo most. In my imagination the cool guy died in the streets because of coolness, driving too fast and too risky. And the family puts this picture of fatal coolness to his grave… (of course I know that also a man looking like this could have died under totally different conditions)
After 80km my knee started hurting and I had to make more and more breaks and the pain came back faster and faster and spreading down and up to the hip. But in the evening, I reached Kutaisi and went to a hostel that Tiko had reserved as she couldn’t host me because her house was under water.
In the evening I walked around bought some food and was happy to find open wafers…
…and other sweets that you could buy unpacked (except for the bag to put it in, but this is still less than a normal package. I sat down in Kutaisi “central park” and enjoyed the evening, the food, the park, the trip and life.
