So the last events had left us all feeling a little worse for wear, we had drunk an entire day/evening away in a farmhouse near Gori and were now nursing our heads the following morning. For some reason, I am still to understand, I thought it would be a good idea to take Dave to see some of the Tbilisi sights, whilst hanging out of our own other ends. So it was off up to the top of Narikala Fortress which provides a beautiful view of the city from a 4th century walled compound.
Whilst atop said fortress we began challenging ourselves to stand out on ledges and various other death defying heights to try and wake up a bit. Now, I say “death defying” when in fact most of them were probably only “broken ankle” heights. Regardless it was a wake up call and although uncomfortable was good fun. I have this strange thing with heights, I’m not very good with man made structures, like Clifton Suspension Bridge in Bristol, yet I am perfectly ok with natural heights like the top of Petra or anything that is natural. I think it has to do with the fact that I tend to trust things that have existed and been there for thousands of years over our haphazard construction attempts.
We also ventured around Tbilisi and some of Gori. I have to make sure that you all know these tales are not really in chronological order as it was quite a while ago and I can’t remember specifics. After these short day trips, most evenings, we ended up drinking Cha Cha and beer in various nefarious locations. Dave seemed to like Cha Cha, at least until the morning, proceeded to try and beat me up on one occasion, sang, told everyone how much he loved them (apart from me) and managed to not puke at any time.
Things then returned to some normality for the next few weeks. Working, hanging out with people and generally getting through the days. It was only a short time after this that me and Suzanne were invited to a Supra in honour of one of Suzannes work colleagues birthdays. We were taken out into the wilderness, to a forest just outside of Tbilisi and to another old, beautiful house.
Again there were a lot of dogs (Caucasian Shepherds) which are monster sized dogs and very territorial. We arrived at the site at around 11:30 in the morning/afternoon and began setting up the food and drinks. It was hot, very hot and we were seated under a metal roof covering a long wooden table and were essentially being slow cooked by the oven we were sitting in. The fire was started up and all of the guests began to arrive.
It was a great day and a fantastic opportunity for me to get to know some of Suzannes colleagues. I was of course made to drink for every toast and became increasingly intoxicated. I attempted to go for a walk at one point to try and sober up, avoiding the dogs, and tried to take a seat on the side of a path. This didn’t work out quite so well for my drunken body and brain and I fell over backwards and rolled a bit. As I lay there giggling for a while in a crumpled pile I tried to reason with myself that I wasn’t that drunk, then something took a hold of me. For some reason I thought that I would catch some frogs down by the creek. Now, if you have ever seen a sober person trying to catch frogs, someone who has no experience, it can be quite laughable in itself as they lean forwards, hands between legs, shuffling after some slippery and surprisingly fast little guys fleeing from your clasps. However, if you have ever seen ME, DRUNK, trying to catch frogs you would question the survival of the fittest theory of evolution. I was a shambles. Our ancestors would have been very upset.
I stumbled back to the party and continued to drink and eat some very good food. VERY GOOD. I am trying to collect recipes for the tasty foods I have had here. The rest of the afternoon, and yes, into the evening, was taken up with drinking, eating, conversation, a band playing and some dancing. A short collection of photos will now follow outlining this series of events:
That was how the day progressed and didn’t end until 9 o’clock, maybe even later. I was no longer sure of the time. As we were leaving we all felt the effects of the drinking, apart from Marcella who was the designated driver, but some felt it more than others. Rather unsurprisingly the birthday boy felt it the most. We found him like this as we left:
Again this was an excellent experience of true Georgian parties. They really know how to have a good time and how to make sure everyone else does at the same time. I was also requested to play with the band after they found out that I play drums, however I play kit and not a single drum. I also have no idea about Georgian time signatures and beats so was left without being able to do much for them. Regardless I was made to sit with the band, toast with the band and listen to their songs of love for all things Georgian. It was another fantastic day and was filled with great people, great food, great wine and good conversation. These are the things I will miss when I leave here.