Not remembering this day particularly well for some reason, but here goes:
We visited a monastery.
We visited a French owned vineyard that exports 5,000,000 bottle of wine a year. We had a tour of the factory and the all important tasting. It turned out to be extremely good so bought a few bottles.
All the passengers are quite tiddly by 11am.
We then visited the other end of the wine making scale – a family vineyard making wine for their own consumption. This was more wine than we expected, unless they had a hidden family of about 300. They showed us the process, which I forget, then started handing out horns of wine, each of which held about 3 standard wine glasses. Then they started making toasts, at the end of which everyone had to down all their wine and eat a morsel of bread. No food, 8 toasts and about 25 glasses of wine later we were all very drunk. At this point they brought out a 5 litre bucket of 50% grappa vodka stuff, which we had to down by the wineglass. By now we were very, very drunk and there was much singing and dancing.
Possibly visited some walled town in the afternoon. Shouldn’t have.
Set up camp and opened the rest of the wine and grappa. Hilarity ensued.
Next day no hangovers at all – Georgian wine is great.
