Published: March 13th 2011March 13th 2011
II successfully forgot how to spell it from one page. Food or Sex, which do you think of first.
Quick Note: When traveling half way across the world don't end blogs mid sentence. It worries people. Mostly mothers.
Since I last wrote we went on a journey through the country side of Georgia, many things happened, some funny, some educational, all memorable. Below I will do my best to summarize the events in an exciting and hopefully entertaining manner.
After posting we headed out to play some pool and then hit up a restaurant for some beer. Pool itself wasn't very exciting; I posted a modest 6-0 record representing Canada to the best of billiard abilities. The restaurant is where things got interesting.
We asked Koka for a pitcher of beer. He had no idea what we were talking about. After a few moments of conversing Koka understood that we wanted a lot of beer. The man delivered. We were each given a 1L glass of beer along with a miki of vodka which was shot through out the night with various toasts. As the night carried on we became louder and louder and were beginning to draw some positive attention from the locals. Our waitress thought we were pretty amusing and the music in the place really
Dali. Dali tried taking a photo with the camera backwards. She was looking into the lens. She did this many times.
lent itself to a positive atmosphere, that is until I finished my beer.
Now being a "man" I like to take my beer drinking with a hint of competitive sport. Thus upon being the first to finish said massive beer I held it high atop my head as if it were a trophy. Now as I held it atop it's glorious and rightful Andrea thought it would be a wise idea to place an unfinished beer underneath my finished beer. And when I brought my beer down....GOOSH. That was the noise that overtook a Georgian restaurant..GOOSH GOOSH. I successfully shattered a half litre of beer and caused a massive scene. Quickly got the bill and went home.
Stupid tourist making a huge scene in a foreign restaurant.....fun to watch.
The next day we headed out early to hit the slopes at Bakuriani. Now i'm going to post a picture which I had decided not to post. This blog is a sophisticated and well respected online entity which I believed was above the following material. It concerns chulchkhela. Chulchkhela is a sought after snack in Georgia which is varied nuts and fruits covered in syrup. Upon seeing this
T'bilisi- The Republic of Georgia
snack I immediately thought of sex, sex toys, and just how many times Chulchkhela had been involved in some sort of sex. On monday we used the bus and that was when the first picture was taken. Upon getting in the bus early Friday morning I saw that Chulchkhela was still tied to my seat. After a big day of skiing, which was actually really good and Georgia was introduced to the Wombat, I returned to find my Chulchkhela half devoured.
Omari, our driver, who had worked with the equivalent of Georgian CIA escorting George Bush around had devoured my 5 day old Chulchkhela. I promptly offered him the rest.
The rest of the trip was amazing country side, castles, a bed which was more of a torture device than a bed, and cigarette smoke. There will be a picture. Georgians smoke and they smoke a lot.
It's Sunday and we're all doing our best to catch up with friends, homework, re acquaint ourselves with the internet, and enjoy some down time with new friends.
There are more photos below