Muslim Georgia

We pedal further down the mountainous Adjara.

The border with Turkey is just a stone's throw away, we get into Muslim villages, get to know the locals, visit a mosque.

After the mountain village of Beshumi, where we did not dare to face the border guards, we returned again to the Goderdzi pass.

It was a beautiful early morning; the sun had just risen and illuminated the houses scattered randomly on the slopes of the mountains.

A lingering mournful song of the muezzin is heard, the Qur'anic suras echoing throughout the valley.

Not at all like Orthodox Georgia.

The ruins of an ancient restaurant. Now in it the cows are hiding from the scorching sun.

And we again climb the pass in order to start moving towards the Black Sea and Batumi already on its other side.

In winter, there is a ski cable car, skiers, snowboarders and snowdrifts above human height, and now nobody.

They say they launched it just a couple of years ago, the place has not yet been untwisted like Gudauri or Bakuriani. All the more interesting - you have to come here in the winter!

Here is the ski slope itself.

From the top, it seems quite flat, but how much room for freeride!

And then all the way down the serpentine into foggy mysterious distances.

At times the fog dissipates, and then in the cozy valleys, small villages are suddenly discovered.

A bright white dot, the figure of a shepherd, is separated from the herd of cows. And it seems he is heading towards us.

Together with Magomed we go down to the village.

He calls to visit for tea, but today we have traveled too little to relax.

In addition, Zhenya went far ahead, and it was somehow wrong for me to visit for tea.

There are rather solid strong houses here, not at all what we saw on Mtsvane Green Lake.

That's just the problem with communication - no one understands in Russian, even this aksakal.

Passing by the big house, we heard the cries of local boys.

They tried to explain something to us on their own, but we did not understand.

Then a woman came up, and we finally realized that they just want to treat us to coffee.

Of course, we agreed, and while coffee is being prepared, we asked permission to go to the village mosque.

The mosque is not locked, inside there is blissful coolness, silence and cleanliness, the floors are carpeted.

I have never seen such wooden mosques, it looks unusual.

Then we sat for a long time in the gazebo and enjoyed drinking hot sweet coffee with sweets.

Nothing, extra calories will not bother us right now.

They got drunk, thanked and drove on.

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