Ghost cities and making a dash for the Bosphorus
September 5th 2010 The taxi driver in the Georgian town of Akhaltsikhe laughed at me as I put on my seat belt - he demonstrated the cause of his mirth - his frame and stomach were so big that the seat belt wouldn’t reach across him. I assumed his sheer corpulence would make all head on collisions a non-issue.
So off we went along the road to the border with nice mountain scenery but atrocious roads; despite this
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