Travel Blogs from Batumi
... with polished black curves both fancy and elegant. Badri told me Volgas had been used to carry around families of Soviet political leaders. This particular one had belonged to the Brezhnev.
-----"So, let's drink to Russian cars. I love them!
-----"I just wanted to add that, on my second day in Georgia, I carried my bags through thigh-deep water in the river Nodari and I had swum in. I reached an island. I put up ...
... br> Murat, Hakan, Turgay, and I sat on a mountainside, drinking tea and eating Fatma's baklava. I felt good here. Although I'd be going to Georgia the next day, I was excited to come back soon and continue my three months in Turkey.
Thanks to Mustafa & Ozgur; Yusuf & Hakan; Tayfun; Ur; Alek; Ahmed; Ahmed; Suad & Butul; Mecid Altirdas; Sonur, Gul, Yara, & Efe; Tarkan; Onur & Fulya; and Egrem for ...
... na zewnatrz, na tarasie. Nasz stolik jest w czesci nie oslonietej tarasu. Jestesmy sami, fale rozbijaja sie o brzeg zaraz obok nas. Nasz kelner przynosi kocyki, i otula jednym z nich czule I, potem mnie.
Wino dobre, danie firmowe San Marino dobre, chaczapuri pycha.
Udalo nam sie zatanczyc romantycznego przytulanca na "weselu" i idziemy do Piazza Inn. Pada. Podobno jak pada to tak przez kilka dni. Well, wycieczke zagraniczna zaczynamy w deszczu;)
After a pretty good train ride, we arrived at batumi's train station, just a few meters from the sea.
We enjoyed a huge cholesterol injection (alias Khachapuri) for breakfast, and then hopped in the bus towards the city center.
When we jumped out of the bus, a taxi driver took us directly to the closest guest house, in which we stayed for one day and one night.
... religious value. A ten foot tall white cross stood on a platform extended a few feet outwards towards the sea. The monk(lets call him Bob) tells us he's been here for years waiting for it to be finished. He lives in a steel box that kind of looks like some sort of soviet era armored personnel carrier, and is cared for by a man who goes to town every week or so for supplies.
He sat on his bed as we talked with him, his hands resting firmly on his knees. ...