A mass of stone fit for giants, a road that makes you dizzy just looking at it on the map, and snow in the middle of May. The journey north continued among slow lorries and tunnels that look like they’ve been pulled straight out of a horror film.
🇹🇷🇬🇪 Passing through Turkey and Georgia
A thermometer in forbidden zones, a month of dirty laundry going round and round, and a wad of roubles obtained in a dark alley. Crossing into Russia requires overcoming an obstacle course of people that nearly leaves us breathless.
A staircase hanging from a cliff face that induced vertigo just by looking at it, and a city wedged into a valley full of floating cabins and rusty cables. The journey through Georgia continued amidst Soviet heritage and a wind-swept secret hideaway.
Today the camper feels a little bigger and quieter because Uncle Joan has headed for home, but Daddy Edu and I have drowned our sorrows among Soviet concrete and a high-altitude hideaway.
Has it ever happened to you that you arrive somewhere and feel like you've smelled that tree before? Well, today we’ve had a déjà vu that smelled of rotten eggs, police officers in a rush, and a meadow that was absolutely breathtaking.
The wind drove us from the tea plantation and we began an overnight move with no fixed plan. A border crossing with a surprise included, Batumi full of contrasts and an ending with cakes, candles and a camper in calm.
An entire city vanished under the water, impossible roads through the mountains, and a gigantic statue of Atatürk watching over Artvin from the heights. And we ended up sleeping among tea plantations and flying cable cars.
We survived another of Papi Edu's "shortcuts" through snow, bends and mountains. I ended up becoming famous in a remote museum and we almost slept next to a river, flood warning included.
We crossed a snow-covered mountain pass, I nearly froze my paws off taking heroic photos, and we ended up sleeping hidden away in a quarry. Chuly-level travel glamour.
We climbed up to royal tombs carved over two thousand years ago into the Amasya mountain. Then came one of those long road-trip days, endless springs, and falling asleep without even knowing where we have ended up.
Today I explored a giant castle above Amasya, strolled between Ottoman houses by the river and my humans ended up being scrubbed and pummelled in a Turkish hammam. I preferred to keep watch over the campervan.
We discovered a buried city of giants, stone doors watching over the past, and a secret sanctuary in the rock. I was following scents, but I ended up travelling through time with my humans.