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At 8 am in the Zugdidi train station, we found a marchroutka which brought us to our final destination, Mestia, the highest village in Europe. The Metsia village was wonderful on the mountaintop surround- ed by peaks. Several stone guardian tow- ers from the middle ages bristled between the old houses. We were going to the only hostel in Mestia, outside of the village. The hostel boss showed us our dormitory and I ask her if I could do housework instead of paying rent, and she accepted.17