I’ve left my two loyal blog readers hanging on for dear life with the excitement of my last post about Erzurum Otogar. The signs didn’t show what number platform the bus (or marshrutka to be more precise) was going from, so we headed out to look for it and immediately found it.
This wasn’t the most spacious when it filled up, but it was clean and comfortable. We went back into Erzurum to pick up some more passengers and we were aware of this, but felt more confident getting on at the original spot.
One of the lakes that we went by near Artvin.
The views were beautiful during the bus journey, although it was hard to take photos. This is the services near the village of Çağlıyan, with views over the nearby mountains. I have a couple of videos which might give an indication of the views, I’ll get around to posting them at some point.
After some beautiful scenery we pulled into Hopa. We knew from instructions online that we had to find a stop near an underpass and when we saw that, we jumped out. A French guy nearby also got out at the same time and this is relevant to the story in a few posts.
We weren’t staying in Hopa, we were looking for another bus to take us to the Georgian border, but more on this in the next instalment.