Discovering Georgia
TRAVEL DIARY
IN Georgia 2001
Written by Emiliano Marelli
Dedicated to my cat Rain
FOREWORD
Write out the events and emotions of those 3 days in Georgia is not easy, but I hope I can convey at least the skeleton of these sentiments.
To exploit this country, Georgia, I wanted to help by including history, research about the culinary, craft, especially if a goal is still completely ignored by the tourism trade.
Before publishing such information, I wanted the agreement of Lhasa, given some content "delicate."
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Especially with so much affection and a special thanks to Lhasa, our friend and guide, we opened all the ports of Georgia and has allowed us to discover this wonderful land, a hose, (we called that?) For a large His sympathy and vivacity, with which I was not able to re-meet, despite the proximity of residence with Francesca (so called!), our assistant, by which I have lived three days fun, bewildered and confused as we are in Georgia, only apparently hostile land.
Greetings also to Schumacher, the driver of Georgia, as we were safely in spite of his reckless driving in the rough streets of Georgia.
A heartfelt thanks to Mark, I have looked after the car in the Central Station in Milan!
I could not forget to mention the TIM, which, inter alia, I worked until October 2000, sponsor paying for my fantastic adventure!
31 MAY 2001 TO WORLDS UNKNOWN
Georgia 2001 31maggio-June 3.
Three days ... yes only three days in Georgia!
But you went there to do?
The journey costs, is already a miracle if there are flights ... has been a momentary madness, perhaps for love?
I doubt it, at least from that point of view everything ok ...
I am not to explain how I made to go free, otherwise I would be liable not to know what ...
The fact is that I got up for good now Thursday, I parked the car in Filzi street, close to Milan central station ... you're crazy?
Tranqui ... I handed the spare keys to my colleague Mark, who has watched me and exploited! (among other things, with the keys in stock, missing the alarm, which was found to prey sounding car in the middle of the chaos of the 18 ...)
I take the 6:00 train in the direction of Genoa?! Ma .. ando go?
Tranqui .. arrival in the beautiful Principe station, surrounded by the walls of prison, slightly dilapidated, only to 7:50 with the first foreigners to begin to demarcate the area for the day ...
The train to Pisa was late, but just ... Fortunately, everything is smooth and down the Tuscan city with net advance ... to 10.40.
Advance of that?
After ... breakfast, then "squaraus" bar in the square (I could not ...), then taxi to the airport ... News Media for non-re "ca .. o", 8 euros (at 15,000 pounds) for a couple of km ... vabbè!
Aereoporto desert, there was manco SARS ... wonder news about the bank "groups" where should I pick up my plane ticket ... there! But there is no one, much less a symbol of an airline ...
The display, the flight let alone ... we are okay!
Vabbè, wait ... I am at most a weekend in Versilia, beloved land: quiet, with no particular problems, because the luggage is with me ...
Here, it started to get some ... ah, no! that cog ... ne of Civoli that sfiga! Red pants (not used 10 years ago?, Perhaps even in 2004 are used in 2001 ... but no! Mah!), Gaudy shirt, duffel bag with other fabulous clothes ...
Wandering a bit to the airport .. almost 2 minutes after I have finished! Have you ever seen the airport of Pisa?
An apartment is bigger! The maximum you can do is to get to and from the bath!
Hours appear to counter the people and also with the targhettina Sestante Travel! Hurray! Hurray! There, there!
Let's explore ... perhaps not in their list ... and my trip might end up really in Versilia!
Go away, smiling, directed towards the more charming ... and put my domanduola ... Yes! Yes! There are! There he is!
My ticket to Tbilisi!
Only a little insole I see people get, especially journalists, and is close to boarding time (check-in was a mere pittance!, With clashes of Civoli is always behind everything loading ...); ok e.. ...
C. .. i sti!
A fantastic Boeing 767 departing from Pisa to Tbilisi is ready to take off! I have never boarded a plane similar: 3 rows of seats with 7 seats per row!
At least in our rental economy ... even if the economy there is really little!
I sit down at the place (the one in red in the picture, towards the bottom right) ... exposed to currents of the Gulf of reactor-motors ...
I am surrounded by people unknown, except for journalists, including Pizzul in the seat next to ... and the first half their aircraft ... THEM!
They who? Of course ... Players of the ITALIAN NATIONAL FOOTBALL!
Totti, del Piero, Inzaghi, Montella, Di Livio ....
I remain on my own, while journalists are reckless to turn to interviews ... and rolling the fleshy red carpet ...
I am quite undecided if will come to bother requesting autographs, or otherwise; the end I prefer to observe and examine the attitudes of my lease, rather than write the language (really long and red), as journalists!
The flight lasted 4 hours, passing over Turkey and gradually towards Tbilisi!
But where is it Georgia? In Europe, Asia ... I did not even understand! Depend on the wind?
There, in the middle of the globe ... yes .. there ... in Europe and just above Turkey .. seen?
The map on the right there is more clear?
Arrives, finally, dinner, and the tray seems just different from domestic flights ... who knows why!
I remember a smoked salmon roulade of mò, chicken in wine with roast potatoes ... in short ... seemed just to have dinner!
A good coffee to stimulate the digestive e. .. There are over Turkey, the plane begins to traballo ... the time is confusing, storms, lightning and arrows.
Sometimes you lose share, and it seems you're on an elevator that precipitates of 5-6 floors!
And I have to vabbè stimulate digestion ... Next time I do not say that even so no one hears me ..
The arrival in Tbilisi is a beautiful three-quarters of an hour's delay! Strange for Alitalia!
By this time ... apologized ... I have to thank for being alive!
The delay will allow us to skip the evening to the programmed Residence Governativa Krtanisi, where we had a gala dinner ... dance with a folk sound of pirouettes, ritual of war, roll of drums and whirl of swords ... Instead ... perhaps a dinner!
The landing is not the best, with the wind to 6 million nodes (who knows that balls roll ...) that would land us with the tip of the plane.
The sky is dark pesto, the lights at the airport appear to be less than a Christmas tree, the wind rustling on windows ... ma 'ndo cabbage are landing?
Left the door, just missing that I lose the nose, swept by a gust of icy super-wind ...
The reception at the airport has a landing 100 times worse! 250 people in a room channeled to passport control and obviously the players in the fast (or emergency ..) and the others piled into one lane and with work in progress ...
About us? So ... a military ... two ... three .... ca ... o! all armed soldiers!
Fortunately, my passport does not give problems ... Despite the ordeal that I have advocated for it!
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