Head Down, Legs on Fire
The ascent began. It began gradually, and I took advantage of the absence of traffic to cycle alongside David – a rare luxury. I was most familiar with his back, and even that was usually …
Category: Georgia
Bikes and Bears
We were cycling along a mud track high up in the mountains when a bear of a man called out an invitation: ‘Sit down! Take a rest!’ He was waving us towards him at the …
A Toast to Tbilisi
The houses stood, they perched on top of each other, they sprawled. New, old, and falling apart. Nearly all had a balcony – in whatever colour they fancied. And then there were the streets: steep …