2011 – Journey to Tbilisi

If you have ever lived in a country for a couple of months – and have fallen in love with it by then – and were about to come back after a full month back at home, you do know that there are no words that could possibly describe the feeling when you get back to that country.

There are no words for the feeling that you feel when you sit at Munich airport, waiting for your flight and next to you this one kid plays with this other kid until one of the kids is getting distracted by its mum yelling “Gogo” at it.

There are no words for the feeling that you feel when you see people at that airport in your home country, travelling with their well-known plastic bags, speaking that language you were desperately trying to learn for the last couple of months, that language full of ‘kh’s (ხ), ‘qkh’s (ყ) and ‘gh’s (ღ).


There are no words for that feeling that you feel when you are arriving at the airport at 3 in the morning to wait an hour for other TLG’ers and then two of your favorite people, usually living an ocean and a few hundred mails away, walk through the arrival gate.

Nothing in the world can express what you feel when you arrive at that Hostel you’ve been staying at a dozen times before at 6 in the morning, just to head to that 24/7 store (Populi – პოპული) around the corner to get ingredients for an awesome sandwich breakfast in that kitchen, that actually belongs to the lady running the hostel.

Outdoor bathroom

I can’t find any words for the feeling that you feel when you wake up at one, just to find that there is a power cut. No words describe that tour around Marjanishvili to that nice restaurant, that can’t serve you food, because there is no electricity. Nothing resembles the strange excitment you feel, when 7 hours later with the beginning of dusk there is still no power and the hostel lady asks you to help her getting that 250 pound generator from the balcony to a lower storey to make up for the power cut. Just no words.

Anyway, because I can’t describe all this, I took a few pictures on the tour through Marjanishvili and further that give you and idea of how that first day back in Georgia was.

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PS: Georgia, I’ve been missing you!


About Paul

Hey, my name is Paul and I will be going to Georgia for one year to assist English language teachers in public schools through the "Teach and Learn with Georgia" program.
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3 Responses to 2011 – Journey to Tbilisi

  1. babalwa says:

    Aw, the good, the bad and the ugly! You missed it all. Sweet.
    I guess the pics are in a slide form?

  2. Nino says:

    I’m Georgian living abroad. I get that feeling every-time I go back home to Georgia. You’re right, nothing can describe the excitement!

  3. kari says:

    a writer could probably find words for those feelings but your photos more than explain them. they are wonderful!

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