Georgia

The country nestled between the Greater Caucasus Mountains in the North, the Lesser Caucasus to the South and the Black Sea to the West remains something of an enigma to many people. Lazy descriptions bandy-about the term Post-Soviet as though it infers some meaning and whilst there are undeniable traces of a brutal occupation that lasted 70 years this plucky Orthodox Christian nation and the land they call their home is far far more than that. Pristine mountain ranges untouched by human hands show us how the Alps must’ve looked some 150 years ago, wide meandering rivers bring water down from the peaks, irrigating fertile farmlands in the West of the country; in the East drier conditions reign with even desert-like conditions on the border to Azerbaijan. Vineyards and winemaking are central to the country and her traditions, in many ways this is the land of milk and honey.

An old Georgian fable suggests that when god was handing out countries the Georgians were characteristically late and so god gifted them his own country. I tend to think there’s some truth to that, if you’re thinking of visiting - do, it’s every bit as beautiful as I show it on the photos I take.