|Hooray for wine|
Georgia is the only country I have ever been to where they put out complimentary home-brewed wines as a welcome. Nearly every Georgian home makes their own wine using a queri ( a clay pot) which they keep in the ground. They have been doing this for centuries and centuries. Wine made this way is unfiltered and chemical free, rich with antioxidants, and seems to slide down the throat easily with little hangover the next day.
I have a feeling that the abundance of wine ( and their deep love of it) may be responsible for more than one of the joyous sculptures I found dotted around the old town.
I also strolled the cobbled streets ( gobbling Khachapuri - a traditional cheese pastry) inspecting houses that seemed undecided whether they were meant to stay up or come down.
|Ambulance at the ready for inevitable tumble...unless this is the hospital!?!|
My timing was impeccable too because I happened to visit the quaint town clock at midday which resulted in quite a lot of to-ings and fro-ings out of various hatches of the rather wonky clock.
Later I took a ride on the recently renovated funicular ( after its previous incarnation had a rather tragic free-fall accident) up to the town's fortress and visited an enormous statue of a woman clutching a sword in one hand - to keep the invaders out -Georgia's had its fair share so I understand the sentiment - and a cup of wine in the other - but of course!) I loved clambering all over the fortress. It's Eastern Europe after all. No such thing as Health & Safety precautions here except perhaps on said funicular after aforementioned tragedy.
|Obligatory Church next to fortress|
I loved Tbilisi. After the choke and grind of Istanbul, everything about this town appealed to me. If I didn't have my two laydees at home, I would definitely contemplate teaching in Georgia instead. Much more my style.