A good day today. I made it into Leuven to do some shopping for my field trip next week – one of our staff has just got married, and another needed cuff-links, so some browsing in unexpected quarters of Leuven; thanks to
Tomorrow I’m off to the country that calls itself საკართველო, leaving by a mid-afternoon flight to Gatwick, followed by the usual soul-destroying bus transfer to Heathrow, finally arriving in the capital city, თბილისი, at stupid o’clock on Monday morning. Later on Monday, once I wake up, I’ll make a field trip to Цхинвал (aka ცხინვალი), capital of the rebel-held territory of Хуссар Ирыстон (aka სამხრეთი ოსეთია) and then from Tuesday to Thursday I’ll be in intense discussions of the disputed region known to most of its current inhabitants as Լեռնային Ղարաբա (or just Արցախ for short) though the other side of the dispute prefer to call it Dağlıq Qarabağ. (If your computer chokes on some of those alphabets, I wouldn’t worry too much about it.) Then on Thursday I’m flying to the UK as my cousin is getting married in Hampshire on Friday. And then I get home on Saturday.
I’ll get my cousin a wedding present in Georgia. (Not