Travel days are always the most stressful

Some travel days never go as planned, like today.

An abandoned building, Georgia

I should be writing this overlooking a beautiful mountain or river or at least in a cooler climate. I am not. I am in Tbilisi.

I have had almost 900 mental breakdowns today, and it is only 5 pm, so there is still time to make it 1000. I left my hostel this morning running late; I just caught a bus to Tbilisi.

Usually, I would be happy not to have to wait for another bus; however, when it is the very last spot, in the back of the bus, in between two men who did not plan on sharing their space.

Have I mentioned how the buses are here, there is a lack of ventilation, and the driver is usually smoking?

If I haven’t, now I have. Plus, I get car sick; luckily, the ride was mostly straight.

So I piled in, and when I had a chance to move to the front, I did, about 3/4 of the way.

Then I arrived in Tbilisi, the insane bus station. I was looking for a bus to Tusheti, where I should be on my way now.

I am not.

After talking to around 20 drivers, they informed me this area can only be accessed by a 4x4, and first, I have to go to a small town and then get another car or bus. Of course, there is a…