The 7-hour journey by minibus to Mestia was quite funny. We were no longer in Europe: plenty of holes on the road, animals walking freely on the way, cars totally smashed, with the wheel sometimes on the left side, sometimes on the right side...

In the minibus, there was an interesting mix of nationalities: a young guy from Iran, 2 families of Thai, a solo traveler young lady from Kazakhstan and us two. The Kazak lady was doing the translation between the driver and the rest of the car.

At one point, the driver stopped in a small shop to buy some vegetables. Half an hour later, he realised he forgot the vegetables in the shop. He did a U turn and went back to pick up his 1kg of eggplant and pepper bell. I tried to imagine the same situation in a bus in France, but could not really.

The landscape was incredible, all green, with impressive mountains, along some nice rivers. The road was quite scary, sometimes on the edge of cliffs, the driver was going fast, dodging holes and cows very naturally.