Now I am on the way to the valley in mountains where I am happy, new road, because every other road everybody would know that I go to there. One night in capitol city, next in small village in a new valley, got some transport to the last village in this place, found a summerplace where I spent the night, and next day they gave me half of the road transport by horse. I crossed the pass, and took the wrong turn, felt down, got a little bit damaged, not bad, but had to spend the night there. I met no bear.
Next morning I tried to follow the river to get out of the place, but could not go very far, not possible, had to turn back again, til the place where I slept first night, and slept one more night in this place, I have to reach the pass, it doesn’t matter how long it takes, I don’t want to die here. No food since two days but enough water.
If I reach the pass, I have to decide if I continue the way to reach the valley or if I go back to the place where I already know that there are people.
On the way to the pass, there was bad weather, with snow, I slept on the way up. Next day I reached the pass and slept there. Two days without water. Now I have to decide where to go, on the other side far away I saw sheep. And the pass doesn’t look like it should, I have no idea where I am. I found a path down and followed it, slept on the way. Next day down to the river, and followed the river, acording the map there should be a path. Found wild garlic, something to eat.
Slept on the hang, bond with some rope. Now again near the river, I dry everything, and tomorrow I will go back to the path back to the village, there must some way out. I don’t feel panic, I know that I will survive, it was already very dangerous, but my destiny is not to die in my mountains.
I am completely strange I sit here in the sun, write some diary, everybody else would panic, why I am like this. I have not met a bear, wolves or some wild people, maybe is just a legend.
I have to be on the fourth of july in town, and I will be, it doesn’t matter how long it takes. If I would die here, nobody would know it, it would seem that I just disappear. Nobody would know where I am and where to look for me.
Again I slept near the river, I have no idea why I can not continue the way back along the river, I came this way. I dried again everything, and tried again to go up along the river in direction west. From the place where I slept one night, I tried to go down, it was the wrong decision, it was near falling down, the backpack and the sleeping bag are quite heavy. With some rope I safed the backpack and could escape this damned situation and I could save the backpack too. Now I found a good sleeping place, repaired the stuff, and write diary, I still have about one week more to get out of this situation, already 9 days on the move, without food. But with water. Most time I think that Michael has some trust in me, and second, that I have a job to do, and third that ….., but it is not my destiny.
I will not die here, I will go out, okay I lost weight, but I am still alive.
If I am in town than I will buy for 5 lari chocolate, and my favorite vine, and all this ugly bad food, what I normally not buy.
Near the path back to the village, I was so finished day 11, but thanks to God there came some people, they gave me some food, and next day I was going in 14 hours back to the shepherds place. I slept one night there, and they brought me like a princess down to the road on horse, 3 men and a boy. And I ate a lot, like I thought I could reach the transport in time, everything is okay, just lost weight and learned a lot, next time I will be better prepared.
In one week in town, I got my weight back and now I am in village. I had some health problems, treated by traditional healer, and now I am resting.