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For Wine Connoisseurs: Kakheti Province, Georgia

While France and Chile are classics when it comes to wine, expand your horizons in Georgia and you'll know what all the buzz is about! Traditional Georgian wine is skin-fermented and stored underground in egg-shaped clay jars called qvevri. The winemaking method was added to UNESCO's List of Intangible Cultural Heritage in 2013, and it is being promoted by a new crop of artisanal winemakers.

Discover the best of Georgia in seven days

Discover the best of Georgia with this 7 day scheduled tour. Feel the spirit of unique ancient traditions, culture and history by visiting the most prominent destinations in the country. Guaranteed departure.

Feel the nature of Georgia

Martvili Canyon Natural Monument is located in Martvili municipality, Samegrelo-Zemo Svaneti region. 700 m long stone paved circular route starts from Martvili Canyon visitor center and crosses the Dadiani historical trail. There are 2 bridges, 3 platform views and historical 30 steps stair constructed by large limestone boulders.

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There Are Several Reasons Why Georgia Should Be on Your Mind

Read the article about Georgia published at online journal VOGUE.
Georgia has long been a collision of cultures, as it borders Russia and Turkey, Armenia and Azerbaijan, and is fairly close neighbors with Iran. The Arabs, Russians, and Ottomans have all passed through this Silk Road crossroad and have left their mark and influence throughout the years. Geographically, Georgia’s an evocative spot, with the Caucasus Mountains to the north and the Black Sea to the west.

The Rockies, the Alps, the Caucasus? Georgia Plans for the Future

This country has beautiful mountains, dependable snow, hearty food and welcoming people. Now they just need to decide how to build a tourism industry.
I was descending a Georgian mountain pass in a rented Renault Duster when, rounding a curve with six-foot snow drifts to either side, a dark and narrow tunnel came into view. Looking down the mountain, I could see the other end of it — and an apparently endless convoy of eighteen-wheelers making their way up, entering in the opposite direction. I couldn’t imagine how we’d fit alongside each other, but I pressed on, only to find myself in a black hole. The headlights illuminated nothing. I rolled down the window — one of those useless things you do when beginning to panic — and realized that we were in a cloud of black truck exhaust so thick it was blinding.