It’s The Little Things That Count

“And if you’re not as young as you’d like (few of us are), travel anyway. It may not be easy or practical, but it’s worth it. Traveling allows you to feel more connected to your fellow human beings in a deep and lasting way, like little else can. In other words, it makes you more human.”


After two nights in a really nice guest house (we needed wifi to give our parents their well deserved “I’m alive and happy” emails as well as update the blog) we set out on what we assumed was a paved rather easy road across the country. It was an extremely quiet country road with less than one car an hour and we quickly figured out why. It was horrendously bumpy and rocky (and of course uphill as always) and we were desperately trying to pedal through the 40+C afternoon since we were just about out of water. It was a miserable afternoon made worse by the heat and the prospect of seventeen kilometers of hell to go.

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Omalo: Isolation in the Hills

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


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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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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