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1 August 2011 / leggypeggy

In a Georgian kitchen

I’ve just returned from a girls’ night out in Tbilisi, Georgia—anyone who knows me will be stunned to know I was in the first contingent to come home and had only two beers for the entire night. At 40-plus degrees Centigrade, it’s too damn hot for wine.

I’m sitting in the kitchen of the hostel, surrounded by seven Georgian men and boys (who are all somehow part of the staff, ownership or family). They are watching some blood-and-guts action movie that I don’t recognise. It’s approaching midnight and they have just kindly offered to share their saucepan of baked beans with me. I’ve declined.

Heck, I just had a meal with the girls, plus I don’t recommend eating even a mouthful of baked beans if you’re staying in a 14-bed dorm room in a hostel. No doubt my roommates (all truck companions) will thank me for that.

The initial conversation with the Georgians tickled me. They had three questions.
Q. Where are you from?
A. Australia.
Q. How old are you?
A. Sixty-three.
Q. What’s your religion. (I knew they simply wondered whether I was Christian or Muslim because I wear a necklace that’s written in Arabic.)

Now I’m listening to a different conversation. An Irish fellow who joined the truck today is explaining to the manager/owner? that his camera seems to have disappeared from his room.

It’s definitely one of those touchy moments. You can’t accuse, but you can’t just forget about a camera. It may surface, it may not. It may have walked with a staff member or a hostel guest. I feel like a fly on the wall and the manager is taking it all very seriously. He’ll ask the police to come tomorrow. If they write a report, Eamon will be able to claim on his insurance.

Nevertheless, I’ll be taking my computer and camera into bed with me. And continue to carry both with me everywhere. Perhaps this tale of woe will shut Poor John up tomorrow when he asks ‘why do you insist on carrying those darn things with you everywhere?’.


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  1. Adina Ciocalau / Aug 1 2011 6:53 am

    It’s always safer to carry things around in hostels…Your roommates have no idea how thankfull they should be you refused those beans!


  2. Louise M Oliver / Aug 1 2011 9:44 pm

    I am surprised Peggy that you went home so early. I’m not so sure about the beer but agree that you wouldn’t want wine in that sort of heat. In fact, I wouldn’t actually want to be alive in that sort of heat! That’s just me of course but you might recall how I feel about extreme heat.

    And I shudder at the thought of people eating baked beans in the middle of the night at any time let alone in that heat. The thought of hot food in heat is quite off putting.

    I hope Eamon finds his camera or that it finds him. It would be incredibly frustrating to be on that sort of holiday and not have your camera. Poor Eamon!


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