Thursday, 19 August 2010

Georgia, Horsemen and the Apocalypse

"To peace... to Georgia... to our women... to the people who built the paths and huts in this national park."

Georgian drinking. We'd heard so much about it - about the infamous 2-litre drinking horns in Svaneti, about travellers forced to gulp down home-brewed booze at gun-point, about road-side "drinking shrines" where Georgians raise a glass to honour the latest casualty of drink driving.

So I'm not sure whether I should be proud or ashamed to report that we managed to spend 2 weeks in Georgia without once getting properly plastered.
We did, however, hear some wonderful toasts - like the one to the people who built the Borjomi national park, delivered by a ranger who acted as our tamada (toastmaster) in a random encounter at the Lomis Mta shelter after a day's hiking:

We had followed the well-marked Nicolaz Romanoff trail from Borjomi to the shelter, a cute hut with all modern comforts i.e. a spring, stream, bunk beds and a fire pit, and had just unlaced our walking boots when the ranger arrived together with a bottle of home-made wine and a Georgian couple on horseback. Apparently, we were supposed to down our glasses after every toast, but we had two more days of walking ahead of us and couldn't face the prospect of hungover mountaineering. So we merely sipped our wine like...well, like non-Georgians.

The next day, after a 6-hour hike, our trail came to a sudden end - floods or landslides had washed away the path, and where the map showed a bridge, there was a sheer drop. We were so exhausted that we decided to camp by the river, hoping a clever solution might occur to us overnight.

About an hour later, I brushed some ants off my face and peered out of my sleeping bag.

"What's that sound?" I asked Dan, thinking: bears.

"Horses!" he said. "It's the ranger!"

Oh, the relief. The ranger/toastmaster, it turned out, was on his way to the Marelisi hut - another day's walk in our time, but a mere 5 hours in ranger-time. We stumbled through the dark forest, blindly crossing rivers on horseback or greasy poles, losing the ranger, finding him again, until we finally crashed into the Marelisi hut long after midnight.
It was a fantastic hut.
In fact, at that moment, it was the most beautiful hut I'd ever seen.

(We called the park administration the next day to tell them about the path. I can highly recommend the Borjomi national park, and the Marelisi guest house in particular, but do make sure you pack enough food and water to cover an unexpected detour...)

Best breakfast ever after cramming a three-day-hike into two days:

1 comment:

  1. Looks like Georgia is a great holiday spot for the adventurous - one of the forgotten spots of this world not crammed with tourists. You might have experienced some of this during your trips to the Japanese outback!