“Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.” – Helen Keller.
Adventure, was the exactly the sentiment for Vardzia. Never has Miss Hoggy changed a travel plan 3 times in 5 days and left home with no accommodation booked (blame her very incomprehensible Georgian). Nor had she expected to meet the most helpful marshrutka driver that drove out of his way to send Miss Hoggy and friend to the guesthouse that they had in mind. Nor would she have ever thought in this whole entire world that she would be invited to join along to dig for skulls in graves, let alone meeting an English-speaking archaeological expedition. Yeap, quite the Indiana Jones experience. What is life, if we don’t embrace the farcical and unexpected side of it?
Let the adventure begins.
Tmogvi was about 20 minutes ride out of Vardzia, for me anyways because I was hanging on to dear life in an old Russian truck. It was quite an amazing trip, but what happened next was more surreal, more mind blowing. Heads up, Miss Hoggy a-digging a possible Roman settlement and grave site. Actually, more like a grave site. But am not complaining.