A spontaneous camp a metre from my pillow, the dreaded X-ray scanner and a form that looked like a hieroglyphic. Crossing the Russian border turned into a game of infinite patience where the soldiers turned out to be as nice as ninepence.
đŹđȘ Georgia (áĄáá„áá ááááá)
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 theyâve been pulled straight out of a horror film.
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 weâve had a dĂ©jĂ 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.
Hasta hace unos dĂas llevĂĄbamos la cuenta de cuĂĄntos paĂses habĂamos visitado, pero los paĂses comienzan a repetirse en nuestro viaje. ÂżQuĂ© significa eso? Significa que he dejado de contar cuĂĄntos
Hoy nos hemos despedido de mi tito Joan, que ha vuelto a Barcelona. Pero sigo mis aventuras con mi papi Edu. Vaya noche movidita que tuvimos en ese antiguo aeropuerto. Los camiones decidieron hacer
ÂĄVaya dĂa movidito, amigos peludos y humanos curiosos! Hoy os voy a contar las peripecias que vivimos en Tskaltubo y Kutaisi, dos lugares que no se olvidan fĂĄcilmente, ÂĄasĂ que atentos! Primero
El sitio donde pasamos la noche era tan chachi que mi papi decidiĂł sacar su "yo ingenioso" y utilizar un "dron casero" para grabar el lugar. Bueno, en realidad, fue mĂĄs como MacGyver con una cĂĄmara en
Anoche nuestra cĂĄmper parecĂa estar en la meca de los perros curiosos. ÂĄNo menos de tres compis de cuatro patas se reunieron alrededor de la casa rodante, como si hubieran oĂdo que aquĂ se servĂa el