A Picnic With a Bunch of Rowdy Church-Goers

“Aerodynamically, the bumble bee shouldn’t be able to fly, but the bumble bee doesn’t know it so it goes on flying anyway.”

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The way up and then down from Omalo was nowhere near as bad as we had feared, though mountain biking down the steep slopes that made up the road made us really wonder how we had ever gotten up in the first place. We ended up setting up our tent at the same lovely picnic spot we had visited the week before when we had been invited to eat with a family picnicking nearby. This time we decided to make our own fire and cook some potatoes, veggies, and cheap hotdogs for dinner though our idea was short lived since halfway through we were invited to join the roaring party at the picnic table of rowdy drunk church-goers.

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Omalo: Isolation in the Hills

“Well, meet your obligations. But obligations never prevented anyone from following their dreams.”

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Omalo, which is in the mountainous region of Tusheti near the Russian boarder, is an isolated village which acts as the center point for the region. Made up of only a few dozen houses, the town has recently become a tourist attraction and is now composed of guest houses though the locals leave by October (only to return in June) due to the snow.

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The Toughest Road

“Later, we simply let life proceed, on its own direction, toward its own fate. But, unfortunately, very few follow the path laid out for them- the path to their destinies, and to happiness.”

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Coming into Georgia from the highest passes in the world (the Indian Himalayas) sounded like a piece of cake. I figured that since we had just completed some of the “most extreme” cycling out there, any “mountains” here in Georgia would be easily conquered. Of course, this was all before I spent two days pushing (not cycling, pushing) my bike up the steepest rough road I have yet to encounter.

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A Day in the Life: Cycling Through Georgia

“When you grow up you tend to get told the world is the way it is and your life is just to live your life inside the world. Try not to bash into the walls too much. Try to have a nice family life, have fun, save a little money. That’s a very limited life. Life can be much broader once you discover one simple fact, and that is – everything around you that you call life, was made up by people that were no smarter than you. And you can change it, you can influence it, you can build your own things that other people can use.”

We woke up at five-thirty as the sun began to rise in order to eat breakfast, fresh homemade Georgian bread and homemade cheese, with the family we had been staying with for the past few nights. We then quickly packed and said our thank you’s and goodbyes in order to hit the road by six-thirty while it was still reasonably cool out. We cycled for a few hours, pausing here and there to take breaks in the shade, until about eleven-thirty when we found a river to cool off in for the afternoon. By that time we had completed sixty of our eighty kilometers for the day.

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Making Bread the Georgian Way

“If you wait for tomorrow to follow your dreams, by the time that you get there they’re gone.”

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One of the most fascinating things I have seen in Georgia is really quite simple – bread making – and I think the reason I find it so great is simply because I would never would have imagined that this is how the delicious bread I eat everyday is made.

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Welcome to Georgia

“Happiness is not a state to arrive at, but a manner of traveling.”

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This morning a couple (and their baby cow) in a horse-drawn carriage slowed as they passed the tree we were sitting under for a break in order to hand us an ice cold beer and a handful of candies. Already this morning a man had approached us as we were buying our daily Georgian bread in order to hand us an enormous hunk of watermelon. By noon, we would be given a bag of fresh tomatoes, two bottles of homemade wine, walnuts, frozen sprite and orange juice (which on a 45C day is absolutely wonderful) and more cantaloupe, watermelon, and little sweet fruits (which I found out later were figs) than we could handle. Oh, and a room in someone’s house to nap in which turned into a two night homestay at the neighbors with a fun-spirited grandpa and his wonderful teenage grandchildren. Welcome to Georgia, a country which in just three days has lived up to its name as “one of the most hospitable places on earth.”

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The Georgian Valley

“We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.”

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45C is about 35C higher than I typically enjoy. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m a mountain girl through and through and if there isn’t snow on the ground, chances are it’s too hot by my standards. Cycling through the countryside in the Georgian valley has proven to be extremely difficult due to the heat, though in all honesty, it hasn’t diminished my already growing love for this country. If this isn’t proof that cycling (and really life in general) is just a mental game based on your attitude, I don’t know what is. Despite the heat, there isn’t anywhere else in the world I would rather be as Georgia has already proven to be full of wonderful countryside and hospitable people.

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Success Inside and Outside the Classroom

“Our system of elite education manufactures young people who are smart and talented and driven, yes, but also anxious, timid, and lost, with little intellectual curiosity and a stunted sense of purpose: trapped in a bubble of privilege, heading meekly in the same direction, great at what they’re doing but with no idea why they’re doing it.”

A 900 point score on the SATs is in the bottom two percent. No school, not even a state university, will accept you with a score that low. With a score like that your teachers will consider you a lost case, your peers will humiliate you, and you will begin to believe the lie they all tell you, that you have failed in life before even turning eighteen. Though you may not want to say it out loud, you too are thinking that this person is a failure.

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A New Beginning: Exploring Tbilisi

“Every so often a bird gets up and flies some place that its drawn to. I don’t suppose it could tell you why, but it does anyways.”

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You know that feeling when you first realize that you are in love? When you just can’t get that person out of your mind, and when everything they do just seems so perfect? Well that’s how I feel about Georgia. I’m absolutely and irrevocably in love with this country already and I have only been here a week.

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Hostel Hopping in Europe: How to Stay For Free

“Not all those who wander are lost.”

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Before arriving in Tblisi, the capital of Georgia, I checked hostel prices only to find that they were quite a lot more than they had been in India. Though ten to fifteen dollars a night may not seem like a lot in the west, when you are use to living our of your tent (for free), or in a two dollar a night guest house, it’s hard to imagine spending that much. I decided to email a half dozen hostels with a proposal. In return for a free room, Kevin and I would work a few hours a day (cleaning, checking people in, or doing whatever else is needed). Much to my surprise I got two different places saying sure, we can work something out, come on over.

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