Lost in Translation

It’s odd living in a place where extremely few people speak English. I’ve spent a lot of time in Eastern European countries, but there, many people speak English, and many are fluent. English is a fairly new addition to life in Georgia, so English speakers are few and far between, and of those who do […]

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The Old Apartment

There’s a building next to the school I work in that is, like many of the buildings here, just a skeleton. There are quite a few buildings around here that were clearly something before – old factories, old apartment buildings, etc. Some of them have shops on the ground floor, some have car repair places […]

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Express Mail

I’ve found that one of the most common things that people who travel a lot complain about (or share in laughter over the frustration) is experiences in the Post Office. Standing in lines, only to be yelled at by the staff, because you’re standing in the wrong line. Or that you need to fill in […]

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Mr. President Visits Kutaisi

For a few weeks, there had been talk of President Saakashvili coming to Kutaisi for a visit. He was purportedly coming to check on the professional education centers. One of which I work in (the vocational school,) and one of which I live in (the dormitory that is a language training center for ethnic minorities […]

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Bodyguard

So, still on Kutaisoba, last week Monday. Lots of adventures that day. Eventually the Expert had to leave for his evening lessons. I walked back to the dorms to send some emails and try to figure out what’s going on with my bank card. The Expert and I planned on making an effort to do […]

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Ironic Punishment

Monday morning I awoke not feeling the greatest. 24 hours of travel weren’t cured by a few hours of sleeping. Just as a precaution, I sent co-teacher Bibi a text message to be sure we would have the lessons that day. When I was making my coffee I got a response. No lessons today, as […]

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Going out your front door

There’s something about being on the road, the transition between point A and point B, that enables me to have the strangest encounters. I meet total oddballs, things don’t go as planned, and sometimes the entire journey is a disaster. There’s the Bilbo Baggins line that is so fitting: Bilbo Baggins: It’s a dangerous business, […]

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