Watched the sun hit Gergeti Trinity before anyone else arrived. Pure silence, just us and the mountains.

The drive through the Caucasus felt like a film the whole way — every bend opened onto something bigger.

A family cellar, an 8,000-year-old qvevri method, and the best lunch of the whole trip.

Balconies, backstreets and sulphur baths — the city completely won us over in a single afternoon.

Medieval stone towers against the snow line. Nowhere else on earth looks quite like Mestia.

The ancient capital, Jvari Monastery above the rivers, and warm hosts who treated us like family.