74 Kilometers of Potholes

Hitchhiking to Tusheti with a random Czech traveler who played my guitar awesomely. Then some local people found us and invited us to drink wine and chacha, and to eat. We ended up having a little picknick at our waiting spot. Glasses were shattered when the dancing started. We had given up on finding a ride two hours before sundown, but hitchhiking always works so we had to say our goodbyes to these friendly people when a car stopped and brought us up the dangerously steep and potholed paths of Tusheti. Don’t look down the cliffs!

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