We took some photos by the bridge at Metekh.

Then we left Tbilisi.

From this section of our route the views were quite out of the ordinary, on the left in a flat valley we spotted a lake from the road.

We stopped to have a rest under the terrace of a petrol station. Two Armenian guys started to talk to us and we ended up sitting at Artur and Ando’s table with them. They taught us a few Armenian words,  and we parted with an agreement that we will see them again at Sevan.

We waited under the roof while the skies have opened and the thunder finished.

The rain didn’t stop, but it was possible to cycle in it, so we put on our Vaude rainproof gear and rolled out onto the road.  We probably looked like a couple of extraterrestrials.

Even the policemen had a good laugh at our getup.

Eventually we finished the day at Sadakhlo, which is the last big village before the Armenian border.

In the evening we were invited in by Ajdar, a 69 year old English teacher, which we accepted with pleasure, considering it was dark by then to look for somewhere to camp, plus I was rather exhausted by the end of the day, having been on a forced diet since the afternoon before.  Ajdar was an Azerbaijani, so we can say that we sampled Azerbaijani hospitality even though we had never been to Azerbaijan.

We spent 11 glorious days in Georgia, which has a beautiful seashore, pretty villages, magnificent mountains, a magical capital and above all very open, kind, helpful and hospitable citizens. In other words, Georgia is a fantastic place. Both of us felt that we could spend a month in this country.  Thanks to all our lovely Georgian friends, who contributed to us feeling like this!

We had big walk in the city, more than 10 km, so we got very tired for the end of the days.

On our first walk we went to Rustaveli, straight on the boulevard to the Tavispule, until the Freedom square.

Next day we went up on a hill, on the east side of the city, to see the big church with the top of gold, to the Tsminda Sameba Cathedral. The view was amazing from here .

We saw here the postcards allude to the Georgian-Russian contact.

We saw several beautiful churches, also some Armenian.

One of the churches, the Metekh had a gorgeous lay.

Is laid down next to the river, not so far from the old city, next to the east side of the Metekh Bridge, on the edge of a big rock over the river.

At the first time we were here was sunset, so the view was beautiful. Next to this bridge there is also a new bridge, for the walkers.

We had a minute also in the free Georgian National Bank to see the money museum.

On the 4^th day we got an invitation for the Catholic Junior Meeting. Wasn’t thousands of people like in Madrid, but maybe hundreds of them. The meeting was in a camp, in the way we saw that émigré camp where those Georgians leave who escaped in 2008 from South-Ossetia and Abkhazia.

Zita was the speaker: she mentioned our serious decisions like the wedding and also this trip.  Young people asked us what we would do if Zita would get pregnant. We answered that this is the next project and if the baby would come than we would decide to stop the trip and go home.

Everybody was applauding us as this would be the best thing we could do.