Armenia was a blast. And we seemed to make much better time coming back up the road to Georgia last night (and no hassle from traffic police at all). I was just about able to communicate with our Armenian driver – his Russian was bad but mine much much worse. (I need to get some practice with
Tesco apparently were in Prague long before they were in Belfast, the first serious sign of capitalism. Unforunately I left my razor and shaving gel behind in the first night’s hotel in Tbilisi. Fortunately I still had spare blades.
In Tbilisi now. Fun.
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