What a day we’ve had. We started the morning calmly and left Batumi beach around eleven, which, for a dog with my schedule, is the perfect time. Daddy Edu and Uncle Joan got a bit confused on the motorway, and for a moment, I thought we were going to end up back in the city centre. Organising these two is sometimes harder than convincing a cat to lend you its favourite toy, but luckily they got it together and we continued up the Black Sea coast.

We kept going without stopping much, passed through Poti, and then turned inland. We took a break in Senaki to pick up a few things. The town has a very Soviet vibe, the kind with concrete blocks that look like they were designed by someone who didn’t know what a good afternoon nap in the sun was, but any place is fine for me to have a good sniff around.

The strangest part came later. We looked for a place to eat and ended up at the Nokalakevi hot springs. As soon as we hopped out of the camper, the three of us looked at each other suspiciously. We had smelled this place before, almost three years ago! It was total déjà vu, although now the humans have decided that you have to pay up to bathe in the hot waters. Plus, the smell of sulphur was so strong it almost made my fangs curl. In the end, we decided to eat in our little house on wheels; the menu smells much better in there.

We made a friend from Latvia who had a very powerful 4x4 camper. The poor man was more tangled up than a puppy in a ball pit: his wife got her visa for Russia, but he didn't. You humans really complicate your lives with paperwork; it's so much easier just to wag your tail to get let in. The police even came to tell us we couldn't sleep there. It seems Georgia is getting more serious, and now parking wherever you please is harder than finding a bone in a desert. We told them we were just passing through to fill our bellies, and they left us in peace.

Around half-past five, we set off again towards Martvili. We wanted to see the canyon, but when we arrived, we found out we had to pay and, even worse, it was already closed until ten tomorrow morning. Since waiting that long wasn't in our explorer plans, we turned around and drove for another twenty minutes or so in search of the perfect spot.

And bingo! We found it. We're in a green meadow by a small river, with more privacy than most people could dream of. The only noise here is the sound of the water and my snoring. More tomorrow.