Georgia Tour with Ride East – Day 3 – Ananuri to Lagodekhi
The morning starts with heavy rain again – but also with a great Georgian breakfast.
Coffee, tea, scrambled eggs, Khachapuri, self made Sulguni, self made butter – what a pleasure.
Although it’s still raining hard, we decide to start the tour as we have a lot of kilometers to go today. The motto of the day, especially for me: Everything what becomes wet during motorbiking dries during motorbiking!
Next to Jhinvali we leave the Old Georgian Military Road and turn east in direction to Akhmeta. The road is under construction – it shall be paved for the first time. Fortunately it is Sunday and there are no workers and no construction vehicles on the road.
Although it is raining, the muddy road provides enough grip. The Dnepr motorcycles act like tractors, just following the direction given by the riders. After less than an hour my brown leather trousers are covered with white mud. But we are happy – the heavy rain stopped.
We make some stops for photos, although the sky is still cloudy the view is very scenic.
Thomas and Martin make a short trip to a summit cross next to our photo spot.
After some more kilometers we make a stop for photos and a lunch break (from the remains of the dinner last evening and the breakfast in the morning) just behind a small bridge, crossing a wild water.
For the next kilometers the road is paved and we only stop for a rest room break for the ladies in a local police station.
We meet cattle herds and suddenly the road turns unpaved again. We move downhill on the gravel road with a lot of potholes. Local vehicle drivers don’t care about and take over with irresponsible speed.
On the way downhill my bike suddenly starts popping from the right cylinder – sounds like a problem with the carburator. We stop again and Sandro adjusts the carburator.
During the stop we meet Georgian horse riders and an old Soviet GAZ vehicle.
In Akhmeta, a bigger village on our way, we stop for coffee and tea. As we would like to sit aoutside, we carry a table and chairs out of the cafe and place them in front of the building. No problem for the owner. And, of course, after coffee and tea we carry everything back again.
We leave Akhmeta and follow the small road to the east – until we are stopped by a road block in the Kacheti region. The police officers explain that the road will be blocked for one more hour due to a World Run. We decide to wait and return to the last village for visiting a vineyard.
Kacheti is one of the production areas for wine in Georgia.
The road block of one hour turns into two hours and Sandro uses the break to replace the generator of my Dnepr as it looks like the old generator is not charging the battery properly.
As we wait at the road block, it becomes later and later, the shepherds are moving home already. A problem for us as we only have 90 minutes of daylight for another 55 km as the bird flies. A real challenge for the Dneprs.
Finally police opens the road block and we have to hurry now as riding a bike in the dark on Georgian roads is not only uncomfortable but also dangerous. It should be definitely avoided – fast moving vehicles, invisible potholes, cattle, wild life and stray dogs, traktors and horse cards without lights.
10 kilometers before arriving in Lagodekhi, my right cylinder stops working. It’s already dark now. Sandro repairs it in the light of a street lantern and we can ride again. But only for four kilometers, then my bike completely stops working – no battery power. For an hour Sandro repairs the bike before we do the last kilometers to the meeting point with Vassilii, a petrol station in Lagodekhi. Vassilii is our host for the night. I ride Sandro’s K750, he rides my MT11 and Eileen joins Martin an Petra on their MT11.
At the petrol station we meet Vassilii, he and Sandro go to a shop to buy some food, we buy some beer and Cha Cha in the petrol station, before we continue on our way to Vassilii’s home, a datcha some kilometers outside of Lagodekhi.
We have a lot of fun on these last kilometers – it is dark, the road is unpaved, no traffic but a lot of frogs left and right of the road, and a lot of water on the road. The highlight is a small creek we have to cross just before arriving the datcha.
In the datcha we don’t have enough beds and no warm water – but we have a lot of fun with beer, Cha Cha and some sausages. Who cares about comfort?