Postcard from Georgia

It is absolutely fantastic to be back in Georgia, the country where salad is called komposti and mama means daddy. The capital Tbilisi is the same chaotic place as a few years ago, full of friendly people and crazy drivers. It is slightly more expensive now, but you can still buy cigs a piece on the street and get a bottle of the gorgeous beer Kazbegi for about 70 cent at a decent bar.

It was good to be on a real airline again after all the Ryan-trips lately, one where you have designated seats and free newspapers (in Czech and Georgian, but who cares). In an otherwise packed plane from Prague I somehow managed to get three seats to myself and slept like a baby all the way - as opposed to the real babies who screamed their throats out. Then finally, stuffed with airplane food after two flights, I arrived in Tbilisi exactly five years and 1 day since last time.

My friend and her husband to be met me at the airport and another friend took us back to the city. The car broke down three times on the way and the groom had his foot ran over by a passing car while pushing.

My friend's mum, who goes under the nickname Achrana (bodyguard), waited for us with a massive dinner. I made the mistake of mentioning that my dress was slightly big, so you can just imagine her mission... Did I mention that I had chicken with walnut sauce for breakfast?

Today I have practised my signature in Georgian letters to be able to sign as witness in their way and now I've headed out for a walk along the main street to see if I still find my way around. The coming days I will catch up with a few people, help my friend the bride with whatever she needs and try to stick to bread for breakfast...