The drive to Akhaltsikhe was much easier and the roads were dry. A coffee stop along the way provided a very unexpected surprise. A motorbike parked nearby had Australian plates and the rider, a lady, was from Brisbane. It was great to hear a familiar accent. She had been riding for four months through Russia and the Caucuses and was on her way to Italy. Amy was a serious bike rider.
Our hotel was very close to an 18th century fortress which was very convenient for us to visit.