Hotel Ipari Tbilisi

... slow 5 point turn and would probably have looked more suspicious. So we handed over our passports to terrifying Russian mercenary number 1 and smiled politely, with very little idea what was going on. He was wearing murderous looking leather gloves, and had a very big knife tucked into his jacket. In case his machine gun ran out of bullets. We were relieved when we got turned away and sent back to the Georgian checkpoint, which we were a ...

... about a 20 minute drive out of Tbilisi. There's a 6th century church overlooking the town. It's possible to walk up to it, but I decided the amount of energy I would have to exert to get up there didn't match up with how much I wouldn't see due to the rain. I made a new friend in a cafe near one of the central churches. Her name's Tamara, and she has two sons, the youngest of who is my age. She grew up in Georgia ...

... to smash the spoon to get out and tried to carry some investigation, called the police and argued with crying and secretly swearing hostel owners - a really good theatre. However, I have to leave in the middle for a cave complex and monastery near Azerbaijan borders called David Gareja. When I came to Didube station, taxis wanted 80gel for roundtrip from Tbilisi and so I took the first marshrutka at 9am from Gardabani (1.5gel). The road goes through ugly regions around Rustavi, full ...

... ran just north of the city. We are accompanied by a brown dog with an exposure complex, who is encouraged by the Poms suffering dog deprivation. The cave area is extensive, with a decorated theatre cave with imitation wood log ceilings. There is a 10th century church on top of the hill, with an interesting structure, and strong iron-clad doors. Lots of noisy teenagers on a Sunday outing. From the top of the complex, can see ...

... T-shirt again. For real, it was hard to believe - since I have never seen anything I left behind anywhere around the globe. Actually, nothing was so important to me. As a matter of fact - you never take things with sentimental value for you outside you house, surely not away from your country. "We must be back at Irina's at 11:00." I told Michal when we arrived to the market, around 9:30. I was looking for coins and nice old artefacts from the Soviet period, as a ...

... back to Michal in our room, and we prepared ourselves to go out. We arrived a little earlier to Beit Habad, but the Rabbi came on time to take me with him to the synagogue. After a short prayer, we went to his house to dine Shabbat dinner. The dinner was nice and delicious, and let us feel like we are, for a few hours, at home. We sang some Shabbat songs and talked about common issues and about Israel, (most of the guests were Israelies) and we stayed there until late in the evening.

... horns they drink wine out of ... Tblisi is a charming town, if not a little ramshackle with a weird mix of ottoman and russian influence. I will get some pics uploaded tomorrow. next stop Gori-- home of the joe stalin hometown museum. I think he was homecoming king... Kevin -ps-- my 2008 travel resolution is no duty free stores and only packing carry on luggage.

... pidi täiesti tavaline olema, et müüakse aastaid üht korterit :o Õhtune kontsert Tbilisi ülikoolis oli äge. Esimese poole sisustas kohalik rahvatantsuansambel. See oli fantast! Nii kiiret jalgade tööd pole varem näinud! Pahempidi päkkadelt põlvedele ja tagasi hüppamine oli neile käkitegu. Vaimusilmas nägin purunevaid konte ja kõõluseid ning valus hakkas... Õhtune ühine pidu jäi ära, sest kohalikud ei olnud isegi asukoha eest hoolitsenud. Korralagedus on nende ...

... Humour · I would not want to steal anything from you because whatever I choose would make you no longer YOU! · Your MOOD.... you are always at peace and always in such a good mood · Your love of meat · Your cheerfulness!...you definitely seemed to have a lot to spare · I, not events or other mere mortals have been granted the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which ...

... other customers (I was sitting in the back of the room, next to the staff). After 3 or 4 10-minutes sessions, one of them handed me a piece of paper, "you must going home now." They didn't speak much English. As I left the premises, the best English speaking staff escorted me the entire 2 blocks to Nasi's home, holding my arm (it is very common to see same sex friends holding arms/hands). He left after I entered the house. I finally understood the secrecy. Earlier in the ...