Pasanauri, the last stop before the Cross Pass and our driver was nervous, again and again he checked his car while the passengers dispersed mainly to the beerhouse. As for me, I... absorbed the exotic. I wandered into a bakery where two guys were baking lavash - national Georgian bread. I was amazed with the sight of the stove, it was a kind of pear-shaped clay barrel. The dough rolled into a cake is stuck to the inner surface of the stove. I faced animosity everywhere. I begged ana begged but had managed to taste that lavash.