Tbilotel Tbilisi

Made it across the rest of Turkey and entered Georgia with no real trouble. There were no indications of where to got at the border, so we joined a queue of comfortably plump Georgian ladies who looked like the could be trusted to be doing the right thing. The customs officer wished me 'Good Lucky and Great Travels in Georgia, Sir Ambrose!' and we were on our way. <br><br>We had meant to stop as soon as we had had the chance to buy some food but ...

... After that we headed back (us and the potatoes) but it was overall a productive day (okay, so I didn't make any money. Productive in the "woman of leisure" sense.) Today I learned that they will soon be changing the Stalin museum in Gori into a museum of "Russian Occupation." Now, I'm sure this will make an interesting musuem. But what do you visit Gori for? Yes, that's right, an old Soviet museum on the city's son. Maybe that's just me...

... By car it's a surprising deal of way and it's hard to guess the directions. However, a Georgian van helps us with navigation to the extent that they even drive some way before us in the opposite direction they originally went;). Jvari offers a very nice view on confluence of two rivers and Mtskheta itself and is a popular destination for weddings. Then the guy drops us by the highway exit for Mtskheta. Near this place on the main road towards the town there is one of the most popular ...

... of the disused plants include steel and cement plants. Have an interlude in a service station toilet, which has two loos, with a low partition. Meets resistance from Natalya, but MP and DP use together, running out of light halfway through. Natalya must have used it on her own later, also with no light. Maybe she had a torch with her. Stop just past Zestanumi for 10 minutes. Think is another breakdown, but is just to transfer ...

... this is my last dinner in Georgia, probably for a very long time. It was easy to finish the celebration at Irina's living room, since the restaurant is located only 10 minutes walk from there - at the end of Marjanishvili street, by the river bank. When we came back, everyone got their plastic bottles out of their bags, and the amount of wine we had there... oh! A serious hangover is waiting for me tomorrow morning... Michal went to take a shower immediately after ...

... me. I knew what is Khinkali as well, since in every article I read about Georgian food this dish was mentioned, aside to the traditional over-popular Khachapuri. Khinkali is a traditional Georgian dish, which is basically a dumpling filles with meat and spices, cooked in water. For those of you who are eating-challenged, it is the Georgian version for Chinese dim-sam, Jewish kreplach, middle-eastern Kube, Italian ravioli-con-carne etc. We also ordered limonade to drink ...

... sixth century church was within reach, though a steep climb up a ridge. This was where St. Nino, who recieved a vision from the Virgin Mary, first struck her cross into the ground, beginning the conversion of Georgian pagans. At the top, a man selling flowers and I nodded to each other. Inside the small simple church was a wedding party walking clockwise around a large cross. The priest gave them his blessing with another wedding party driving up the ...

Kui Telavi on suht puhas ja korralik linnake, siis Tbilisi on ikka tõsine auk. Sellist kaost ei oleks osanud ette kujutada. Kõikjal valitses korratus. Elektrikaablid rippusid korrapäratult üle tänava, aegajalt oli tunda lekkiva gaasitorustiku lõhna. Meie 2-kordsel bussil oli täitsa tegu selle kaabelduse alt läbi pugeda. See oli ka vist ainus 2-kordne, sest rohkem meil selliseid busse näha ei õnnestunud. Linnatuur andis meile suurepärase ülevaate kohalikust elust ...

... Italians let me board with my little musk bottles! Absolutely no room for overflowing African baggage I tell you! Monday, 18 September 2006 I am back at an airport on my way to Tbilisi, Georgia. How's that for full circle. Nevertheless, I shall stop here because I am sure you are just as exhausted as I am. My family and other animals are all well and back to their normal routines. Lots and ...

... I wasn't going to step out of the car until I get to my destination. We screamed at each other, and he even started poking his fingers at my arm, chest and thigh. I did not back down, and he knew I was not threatened. He finally found the address, after asking around a few times. Upon exiting his car, I thanked him, but he had the nerve to sheepishly asked for more money! I laughed at him and marched away from him confidently. I stayed at Nasi's house for $10/night for the ...