Ureki – Batuni – 63 km
The next morning, I set off for Batumi, Georgia’s second-largest city and its only
harbour. The ride hugged the coast, the sea a constant companion. I lost track
of time, caught up in the rhythm of the pedals and the salt-kissed breeze. I
forgot to drink water. I forgot to stop. It was foolish, but exhilarating.
Batumi rose from the horizon like a mirage—modern, vibrant, layered. I checked
into the Surf Hostel, oddly named for a place with no waves, but perfectly
located in the old part of town. It was inexpensive, welcoming, and full of
character.