Border Crossing

Rolling into Georgia.
The change of country is just as relaxed as ever.
The only difference is my doubts as to whether I've made a mistake by calculating my 90 days five times :D
Nobody raises any objections to my departure. I'm asked to open any bag and am asked if I have any alcohol or tobacco with me.
After a few minutes the act is complete.

On the Georgian side they ask me where I want to go. This question keeps coming up - maybe someone can explain to me whether this is just small talk or has a deeper background - in any case, I have to pass, my navigation over the last seven days has been solely focussed on leaving Turkey. I haven't done any research on the country I'm entering.
But the lady behind the counter doesn't seem to mind.
*Rumms* - I hear the hammering of the stamp on my passport, which seals my entry and I am welcomed into the country.

I make it just a few kilometres past the border post behind a thin row of trees, set up my tent there and go to sleep - a minor illness is on the horizon.
I'm very tired, my limbs ache and so does my head. I prepare my food and my body is already shivering as the sun disappears and I crawl into my cosy sleeping bag, where I feverishly sleep through the next 12 hours.Okumaya devam et