My Crazy Georgian Adventure
In the last post we left off with art exhibits, wine chateaus, and presidential helicopters going off to a mystery destination. Here is Part Two to my Crazy Georgian Adventure.
Part Two: Batumi + Saakashvili Summer Home
The First Lady, her kids and all of us get off the old Russian helicopter and jump into a series of SUV's to drop the teenage son, Edward off to summer camp.
EXTREME SUV CONVOY. Apparently security is measured in the amount of gallons of green house gas you put into the atmosphere. Given that we had 6-7 SUVs for 15 people, we were EXTRA safe.
It was quite a contrast to have this huge convoy accompanied by police roll through the Georgian villages. The villagers, cows and farm life came out to send us off to this mysterious camp.
Head to Batumi, an amazingly beautiful coastal city with mountains. There are no sandy beaches yet, nor is the boardwalk quite developed, but it's in the process of being done and clubs are being built and renovated. Batumi, Georgia is my bet for number one up and coming party spot.
It was great having help but there were downsides, such as no alone time or freedom to go exploring where ever we wanted, I really do love adventure.. Oh well, finally there we were too cold to jump in.
He looks like he's about to literally die from the cold. Brave soul takes the first leap.
Like walruses in the sun, we try desperately to dry off from the refreshingly cold swim. My people aren't made for these temperatures!
Reluctant to leave one of the coolest days of our lives, we take one last jump into the black abyss of the sea. Even though it wasn't the Aladdin, poverty adventure I was used to I cannot express how happy and lucky I feel to even have had the chance to be Prince Ali. It got tiring sometimes, all the security and precautions and rules (kind of the antithesis of my personality). I guess in the end though, it really gave me some perspective, and made me truly appreciate my humble goal of creating the indie guides to the world so regular shmucks like us can travel and ball out without bling bling. Anyways, the First Lady said that when (when!?!) boyfriend and I get married we can honey moon there. Great offer, but like I'd ever marry this chump :P
Speaking of Arabian tales, get ready for our Egyptian trip we embarked on that very night. Complete 180 from Georgia, this was one rough ass and difficult trip...
Haha the least of our difficulties would start with the misspelling of names at the airport. Mr. Paul Taulsen.
Georgia Part One: Of Castles, Helicopters and the KGB
Broken Bells-The Ghost Inside.mp3