A tourist is a person with vague priorities. At first he is hot, and he asks the heavens for clouds and coolness. Then, seeing these same clouds on the horizon, the tourist begins to grumble. Like, why are they so black? But the most important thing is that when a squall of white hail hits the ground from black clouds, the tourist continues to walk along the route (it’s warmer this way), dreaming of the sun as he goes. #Svaneti
