Khevsureti is one of the most beautiful regions in Georgia, and one of the most difficult to access. Korsha is the last village on the road leading north into the Khevsureti mountains that is still accessible during the winter months. Many tourists just pass by this little village as they are heading towards Shatili (which admittedly is pretty amazing with its medieval fortified slate houses and towers all clustered together on a slope above a river and surrounded by mountains – more about Shatili in a later post.)
However, I can only recommend a stopover at the Arabuli family’s guesthouse in Korsha, one of the best places I’ve stayed at in Georgia! To start with, this is what you might get when asked upon arrival whether you’d like “a coffee”:
While my foot is steadily getting better I still can’t do much more than hobble to the little village shop and back once a day. Three reasons why I’m nevertheless enjoying myself here:
1) The view from my room:
2) The view from the second window of my room:
3) Giorgi, the owner of the guesthouse who is taking great care of me, including cooking dinner for both of us and providing me with a daily dose of ‘chacha’, the traditional Georgian spirit, for better sleep and quicker healing.
Had a great time driving around Kazbegi with a couple of fun Dutch guys in their 4×4. The price I paid: Watching and listening to the Dutch entry for Eurovision 2013… Still very much enjoyed the day!
Written by Annegret
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