Our windshield wipers rub monotonously and swipe the drops of the mild rain and the spray that the Turkish truck in front of us is swirling up. We are on…
“You had one job!” It was our enthusiasm for a new adventure and my minimalist planning that had brought us early in the morning to Samgori station. We had planned…
Blue and yellow flags are flying everywhere – all advertisement screens in Tbilisi cheer and pay respect to Ukraine with Слава Україні! (Glory to Ukraine) on the background colors of…
“Tu scheidsleba?” is not a timid inquiry for: your life sucks? Mama is papa, papa is porridge, deda (dä da) is mama. Any questions? For Swiss-German speaking people, Georgian (or…
The reviews had omitted a few details. In Tbilisi, it’s easier to get a new phone number than to gain admission to a swimming pool. Maybe it’s because you can…
Rantanplan showed us the way through the labyrinth of alleys in the old town. We had avoided the pushy cafés at the Metekhi bridge and were strolling along the Mtkvari…
“Italians are emotional, Georgians too, they are emotional like Italians but on top they are crazy” Irakli explained to me. He was peering over his steering wheel and scanning the…