Dateline: Georgia - Mestia, in the Caucasus
Fleeing the humidity of coastal Batumi, I rode a drunken marshrutka up a mountainside and found a cool haven where my plans for losing weight have been crushed beneath a deluge of food too good to refuse. In partial compensation I spent hours today marching up down the town hoping to work off some of the kilojoules. I even set out on an ambitious attempt to climb a nearby peak, but proved inadequate to the task.
Aoraki/Mt Cook, NZ's highest mountain, is 3,754 metres high. There are several mountains near me now that top 4,000 metres - one is 4,700 metres. This early in the year, ribbons of snow droop heavily down their flanks and their heads gleam like a collection of old men stooped over a table.
But if you'll excuse me - there is a fire burning in the yard and people having fun around it. Must dash -
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