Today the skies were grey and the rain was penetrating. The çorba women were laughing ‘çok guzel, I love you’, and the dog was friendly. The truck drivers were giving knowing winks – going to Batumi? The Georgian seaport has quite a reputation – all along the Black Sea coast. We are going there tomorrow.
Me on the way to Rize
Our breakfast was wonderful with our two super-friendly cooks. We were all laughing at each other’s foreign language skills. They were imitating our ‘çok guzel’, and giving us cause for amusement with repetitions of ‘I love you!’.
Çok guzel, I love you
‘You are going to Batumi?’ Grin (after the photo was taken).
One of our ‘warm up with tea’ stops
The mind remains blank cycling through the cold rain. The kilometres pass like the trucks. I was woken out of my cocoon of thoughts by my new best friend – Fido the dog.
The bones thaw and the mind returns. Black Sea fish, and a warm sub-table heater.
Legs thawing
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