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The last party before Iran
... to the shops to pick up some breakfast. Once they returned they cooked up some eggs and ham and offered me some too which was nice, though they also managed to do some shots of rum while they were cooking too. I politely declined.
After this Tom and I decided to join one of the American girls on her trip back to her home village, as we also needed to go back to the railway station as we were pretty sure that the train did not leave at 20.20 that evening as was so described ...
Ilm
... After it's opened for us there are no frescoes and so we find out that this is not the right place. But nice anyway. The right place is about a kilometer further and behind a locked fence. There's a man on the other side. He turns out to be an Italian photographer who works there. He lets us in. The church is being renovated and is surrounded by scaffolds. On the outer walls there are murals similar to these I've seen in Turkey. They include ...
Kakheti
... slowly in white cotton. Still no Caucasus.
After we've found out that we are both awake, we make a tour in the city and grab some grapes over someone's fence. There's some time to kill before the Pirosmani museum opens. The city has been smartened up, above the streets are picturesque colorful balconies.
We enter a winery which is operated by an American with a woolen hat. He lives already 16 years in Georgia. Swiftly we are seated to taste some ...
Foreign Affairs to Remember
... for a view of the city. But of course, when things are crazy, they’re really crazy and I wasn’t allowed to climb the tower because a poor soul of a woman was on top threatening to jump off. The place was surrounded by police officers, firefighters and various other rescue teams with inflatable landing pads and parachute-type things to catch her. I watched the scene for a bit but then decided that I should just keep on going. As I was walking away though there was some ...
Mama Georgia
... airport at 3:20 in the night. But, you know how things go, the host e-mailed me on Friday that he was double booked, and he referred us to Soul House Hostel.
They actually spoke English on the phone, and arranged an airport pickup for us! I'd never been picked up by a guy with a sign before, and it was cool that one of the hordes of people behind the fences was actually waiting for us!
The soul of the hostel: Anastasia
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