‘By bicycle to Khulo? Not possible.’
‘Why not?’ (Things are often not possible, and you need to delve deeper to find if this is truly the case.)
‘Mountains.’
Ah. OK. She’ll be right.
That was lower down the valley. We are now in Khulo at 850m and heavy snow is forecast for tonight. Maybe the 2025m pass tomorrow will be closed. Hard to imagine after the warm climb up into the beautiful Caucasus mountains.
The valley to Khulo
I found the culprit. A thin metal splinter had lodged itself into my tyre and was causing the flat tyres. I removed it this morning, and will hopefully be puncture-free for some time. (I am now tied with James – we both have had 3 flat tyres.)
Today we followed a river valley into the mountains. The flat road leaving Batumi felt like … India. Tree lined, potholed roads. Shops covered with exotic, curly, wiggly script. A warm headwind gave it all a summer, dusty feel. Trucks coughed black fumes and tooted madly as they ran us into potholes.
And then the road wound its way higher into the mountains, passing rustic little villages, and then climbed to 850m to the village of Khulo.
Village on the way to Khulo
Village on the way to Khulo
Museum
Waterfall on the way to Khulo
Mirror
Bridge
Road just before Khulo
Shop at Khulo
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