I sit shivering below a statue of the elephant god Ganesh, and carefully spoon in the hot stew while the mist steadily engulfs the wooden house.
Dogs start barking, grazing sheep scamper away and children come running. The villagers watch dumbfoundedly as I come bumping
Natural stone houses, thousand-year-old monasteries and castles. Those in search of the old Europe will find it in Georgia.
I cycle past my old high school, the local Café Pierik and the bowling alley were I spent many childhood birthday parties.