rain in the dark

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I woke up, packed my stuff, sat down for some tea with Inga and Gela, and then I said goodbye:

leaving Gela’s place

I knew the day wasn’t going to be short and easy. But I had no idea just how long and difficult it was going to be.

The road kept following a river through the valley, and often there was hardly any space next to it to walk on:

road next to the river

Sometimes there were little shops selling handicrafts and souvenirs:

stuff for sale on the roadside

And sometimes there was a rather random-looking cow that stared at me confusedly:

mountaineering cow

I, too, wondered how this one had ended up there, on the slope next to the busy road:

cow wondering how to get down from there

There was a surprising amount of unfinished construction projects, like this bridge over the river:

unfinished bridge

Like this bridge, which had trees grow out of it:

abandoned bridge

Or like this blind tunnel:

blind tunnel

I walked until it got dark, barely squeezing by on the narrow shoulder of the road, with hundreds and hundreds of trucks and buses and cars thundering past me. It got only worse when it started raining.

Then, after more than 40km, I reached the outskirts of the town Zestafoni. More souvenir shops appeared:

souvenir shop at night

And the rain got heavier:

heavy rain in Zestafoni

I found refuge in a little fast food restaurant. Nana, who was working there, gave me pizza and talked about Turkey, where she had lived for six years:

Nana

She liked Turkey a lot, and when she talked about it, the country seemed to have an almost magical vibe to it.

As if it were somehow very far away.

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