I ordered breakfast at my accommodations, and it was so good. There were fig preserves and some kind of dill-pickled tomato sauce. I spoke with two other guests, friends from Moscow. One was visiting and the other has lived with his family in Batumi for six years. They pointed out the snow-capped Caucasus mountains to the north. I felt much better on the road today, and I climbed over a 950-meter elevation pass. The road was blissfully empty of cars; that road sign that I didn’t translate gave me a clue, but there was a short section of impassable road due to construction. I was able to walk my bike through, though. I found my Airbnb but my host wasn’t there, and a man dressed like clergy helped me. He brought me to a neighbor who was happy to speak in German with me. We had a long conversation mostly in German, during which my host let me in. I also was getting a notification on my phone for a video call from Coffee Outside Sacramento. I called back and Devin, Byron, and Jeff B. picked up. Apparently Chris Dougherty accidentally called everybody after posting a view from his train to Portland. It was cool to have the video chat, although Devin was the only person actually at coffee but his video wasn’t working. Jeff was driving and Byron was probably at home.