The crossing into Georgia was nice and simple, although busy, we were advised to get minibus 88 into the city of Batumi. As we got there the first minibus was full and departed. We offloaded our backpacks and waited for the next one which arrived in a matter of minutes.
Before the driver had reversed into his spot, people were climbing aboard along with Tania. However, Guy was with the bags so she had to get off and we waited for the next one this time getting the front seats.
Well, we thought 88 was the bus route number, not the minibus capacity, as more and more people climbed aboard. Off we went like Lewis Hamilton at the start of a Grand Prix, dodging people, cows, dogs, and playing chicken with oncoming vehicles. Tania said it reminded her of India. We soon realised it wasn’t just our driver being a wally, it is the way the Georgian’s drive. We arrived safely in the city.