I thought I’d find something profound in Svaneti’s emptiness. Instead, I found myself—cold, wind-chapped, and weirdly relieved that no one cared I was there. The mountains don’t perform for you. The villages don’t pretend to be quaint. There’s no curated welcome, just a kind of indifferent beauty that makes you realize how much of travel is about being seen, not seeing. I sat on a stone wall, watched clouds snag on peaks, and wondered if I’d ever post the photo. I didn’t. Some places don’t want to be turned into proof. Sometimes, neither do you. #Travel #TravelWithoutWitnesses #UnfilteredJourneys