After a week full of exploring the city and its surroundings along with my brother who so brilliantly came to pay me a visit I have caught a small yet irritating feeling in my throat, many times correctly associated with the flu.
However, It was a real good time, seeing the city with four eyes is way more pleasant I’d say. Apart from the scoops we made on the back streets in Tbilisi we took a taxi to visit Gori. I had met a man, a children book author on a seminar in Tbilisi, who met up with us after we had walked through the deserted Stalin museum as the only guests. Vasil, the author of a small book of poetry for children took us to a nearby restaurant and treated me and my brother too a vegetarian (for my brother) dinner. Salads, walnut filled aubergine and cheese filled breads that I believe would be fantastically popular in Sweden, there is room somewhere in the land between a cheese toast and a pizza, pure love in other words.
We had a rumbling night at a local restaurant in my neighborhood with bad vodka, more cheese bread and some song to allow for better passage for the vodka down the road it was heading. I woke up the next morning without any recognition of self, on an alcohol diet since.
We travelled by machutka or minibus to the Kaheti region, east of Tbilisi, to see the wine production and the mountains. We found a more than lovely couple to stay with. They cooked us some dishes that surely had some divine hand laid upon them and we slept through the night in squeaky beds on the second floor in their large house while the cold winds hollowed outside.
We woke up in a sunny morning and to a hearty breakfast. The landlady asked if our kind did not like normal bread and since we were down on conversation since she only spoke fragments of English we pointed at the cheese filled bread and then patted our stomachs and we payed for the room and the board. 30 GEL/pp or some 12€. We took a taxi to a summer palace just outside town to see how the Georgian aristocrats lived 150 years ago and had a tour in the cellar to see some bottles of Chateau yeqem from 1861.
The ride back to Tbilisi was merely 2 hours this time rather than 2.5 since the driver were pushing the poor bus beyond sanity. I was crammed in the far back, resting m legs on a large parcel and opening the window to give space enough for my lungs to breathe. Good ride though, the people are not bad at driving, they just don’t care about rules, there is a difference.
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Kul att höra från dig igen. Hoppas du slipper förkylningen, när hoppar du upp på cykeln igen? Vad blir nästa hållplats?
Keep it up Lukas