I was standing on a glass section of a bridge, controlling myself from looking down. I was reminded of all those videos where people trembled or cried or crawled on completely transparent glass bridges. Thankfully, the bridge I was standing on had solid wooden sections in between the glass ones. And I looked down as soon as the glass section came. The transparent floor offered a perfect view 210 meters down of the rocky gorge and waterfalls far below, while my brain helpfully reminded me that there was absolutely nothing between my feet and the abyss except a sheet of glass. Somewhere between taking photographs and pretending I was completely comfortable, I realised I had found a very different side of Georgia.




