Took
the night train from Tbilisi to Zugdidi
in Western Georgia. Four person birth. Windows didn't open. No
aircon. Beginning of July. Snails pace. Yes. I arrived at around six
o'clock in the morning, conducted the normal haggling ritual for a
taxi, and made my way to the border. My driver spoke nary a word of
English and was clearly confused by the idea of me heading to the
Georgian/Abkhazian border. I arrived at this conclusion when he drove
me to a house of a friend or relative in order to find a translator
at 6:30 am. It turned out to be a young girl no older than 14 that he
roused from sleep in honor of the occasion. She never did utter a
word of English. Luckily, her interpretive skill became superfluous
as at some point I managed to convey my intentions. To the border I
say!
