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In photos, my last week in Georgia

Hello all, I'm currently in Moscow and lagging behind on my blog updates, so to commemorate my last, lovely week in Sakartvelo (Georgia) I will share some pictures of my experiences.

Essentially, after Mestia I went back to Tbilisi for one night, spent some time with my friend Nino the next day, and then took a marshrutka to Sighnaghi in the Kakheti region, which is known for its wine. On the bus I met Kristine, a Norwegian, and we spent the day in Sighnaghi together, including an amazing meal at Pheasant's Tears.

The next day in the morning I visited the Bodbe Convent and met a nice Austrian/German couple. Afterwards I took a taxi to Lagodekhi, a few kilometers from the border with Azerbaijan with a great nature reserve. At the guest house I met Roberta and Domenico, an Italian couple living in Modena. We shared several meals together! I spent a couple of days hiking there before I came back to Tbilisi and took a day trip to the Kazbegi region for a hike. The day after I returned to Tbilisi I took the night train to Baku.

Mosaic on an old aquapark in Tbilisi

Nino and Me 

Fountain in Mtatsminda Park

Amazing meal of eggplant/tomato, smoked cauliflower, white wine, bread and "mountain butter", juice

The view in Sighnaghi 


Bodbe Convent

Alina on the path to the holy spring

Locals filling up bottle at the spring

Abandoned Cinema in Lagodekhi

Hiking next to a river in Lagodekhi Nature Reserve



Hiking to a fortress on the other side of the border




Fortress on the way to Kazbegi

The Russian-Georgian Friendship Monument



Stepantsminda in Kazbegi

Hike to the Monastery

Adorable mountain dog who joined us on the hike

Can you see the dinosaurs carved into the side of the church?

Back in Tbilisi at the Fine Arts Museum

Tbilisi Train Station

Tea and treats on the night train

Stopping at the border with Azerbaijan


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