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... met a
mini bus coming the other way. We all
help our breath, even me.
We timed it just right to see yet another wedding. It was being celebrated as we entered the
church so we joined the crowd of onlookers.
Can’t say the happy couple took a great deal of effort with their
outfits, though to be fair it may have cost them all they had. He wore an average dark gray jacket and an
ordinary pair of light gray trousers, casual ...
... while traveling. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to participate in most of it, but it does give me great satisfaction that I played some small role in it all.
But perhaps one day I'll be a part of some more randomness - one of the Iranian ladies offered me her email address, should I ever make my way to Iran and find myself in need of some information or tips. It's what us backpackers do - shrinking the World, one connection at a ...
... feet in the air. Wow!
-----Camel Guy instructed us to make slow movements around her. She tried to determine what Walker and I were. She did this by nibbling on our hands with her giant walnut of a snout. She slobbered something white - a medicine she was drinking - on our clothes. Gross! The camel, and everything she touched, smelled like thick drool and milk-soaked fur.
-----She wasn't too interested in Walker and me. She left us in ...
... lot and only saw an empty bus. Then I peeked around another car and saw another bus and Armine and others waving at me. Steve said I was 1 minute late. Oh, oh.
A side comment. I don't know if I have mentioned how timely this group is. I have joked that being on time for this group means that you have to be at least 10 minutes early. We had that one incident over lunch in Yerevan the first day and then it seems everyone is always ...
"I wonder how long I can stay in bed before dear old Nunu comes a knocking to tell us we need to check out". That was my first thought, followed quickly by "urrrgh do we really have to take the bus all the way back to Tbilisi today?". Unlike me Sam appeared to feel tiptop which I can only put down to the fact he palmed his shot of chacha onto me. I have to say, the number of Israelis we came across in Kazbegi ...