A remote region of high mountains, pristine nature, ancient villages and... one of the most dangerous roads in the world to get there. That’s what I knew about Tusheti. Oh, and there was supposed to be a cultural festival too.
It was pitch black outside, but the weak kerosene lamp in the nakamal provided just enough light to see the excited expression on his face. I touched on topics that were dear to him – tradition and culture. There was no better person to tell me about these than chief Ayar Rantes.
