Ushguli-Chvibiani

The reception when we arrived at Chvibiani was memorable. We were ushered down a muddy track into the guest house of Laert Charkviani, where a roaring fire and fully laid table greeted us. As the people I travelled with settled around it, exchanging stories of the tortuous trip with friends from the other Jeep, I made my way to the kitchen where the women of the household were putting the finishing touches to our lunch (see photo). Actually, feast is a better word to describe this abundant, remarkable meal.