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Sunrise on Freedom Square, every second Friday: our small group—just six day-pack-lugging strangers—climbs into the comfy sprinter that will haul us 1,039 km across Georgia’s western highlands. The promise is simple: if two adults book, the tour rolls. We’ve cleared that mark, and the road beckons.
Day 1 – From Capital to Colchis
Past Gori’s vineyards and over Rikoti Pass, I watch the landscape morph from dry steppe to palm-flecked lowlands. By noon we’re standing amid the 4th-century walls of Nokalakevi, once a royal seat of ancient Colchis. Our guide sketches tales of Medea while we peer into stone-lined baths that might have soothed Argonauts after mythic battles. That night in Martvili, a Megrelian grandma ladles spicy kharcho into our bowls and teaches us the proper way to dip mchadi.
Day 2 – Water & Marble
Early light slants through Martvili Canyon, turning emerald water into liquid glass. We paddle beneath limestone arches, then push north—coffee in Mukhuri, roadside hazelnuts—to Zugdidi’s Dadiani Palace gardens. By dusk the asphalt gives way to mountain switchbacks; Mestia’s medieval towers glow like lanterns under Ushba’s double peak.
Day 3 – Jeep to the Edge of the World
A rugged 4×4 scrambles up the Enguri River gorge to Ushguli, Europe’s highest permanently inhabited village. Clouds snag on Shkhara (5,193 m) while we crunch across ancient slate lanes. Over kubdari pies, a Svan elder explains how their defensive stone houses have out-stared avalanches and invaders alike. I believe him.
Day 4 – Return with a Full Heart
The ride back to Tbilisi feels shorter, maybe because everyone’s swapping photos of canyons, ruins, and those impossible peaks. Four days ago we were city dwellers; now the Megrelian wind and Svaneti sun cling to our clothes like a second skin. Georgia’s rural soul is no longer a postcard—it’s a lived memory.
Thinking of escaping the city? Two seats are all it takes to set this adventure in motion. Grab a friend, lace up your boots, and meet us next Friday.