So close, and yet (thank God) so far away.
With a three-day hike ahead of us back to Mestia tomorrow, Robin and I took a leisurely meander toward Shkara, the highest peak in Georgia at 5,057 meters. Lately it’s rained significantly and been quite hot, so the glaciers are peeing down the mountain like it’s an Irish wake and sogging up the entire meadow with runoff. It’s beautiful, but spongy and, well, moist.
We decided to stop about a half hour before the glacier and kick back on a rock while pondering questions deeper than you would understand. At our closest, the Russian Federation’s Kabardino-Balkaria republic was only something like 75 furlongs away. At least according to the horses in the photo above.
Returning into town we grabbed a couple beers at the Kafe Koshki (they don’t actually serve cat, in case you were concerned, or hopeful). Returning to our guesthouse, we met 10 kind enough, older Israeli men playing poker. They casually warned us that they’re pretty loud but are usually in bed by about midnight.
So it was that I didn’t feel too bad when, while they were at dinner, I snuck two glasses of their Jameson’s for Robin and me. Should you read this, Israeli men, thanks!
See complete Svaneti photos on my flickr page.