Firstly my apologies for leaving you in the lurch halfway through our magnificent trip.  I fell off the wagon initially due to a complete lack of reliable internet where we were travelling which then grew to become the great monster of blog procrastination.  Do not despair my friends I have defeated the monster and  I am back today with a sweet little story from a sweet little country named Georgia.

“Teleco, Teleco” the elderly Georgian woman says as she smiles at us.  Her eyes sparkle with life but the lines on her face tell stories of a life filled with war and hard work.  She has stepped into our guesthouse which is an overly official name for a cosy room on top of a house in the small town we are spending the night.  “Teleco?  What is teleco’s?” Phil asks. She is persistent and continues to ask,  “Teleco, Teleco?”  We decide she is referring to Phil who is on the tele (co?) phone to his mum.  He launches into an enthusiastic mime routine explaining that he is talking to his mum in Australia.  The result of which leaves her looking understandably confused.  She gives up and shakes her head before waving goodbye.  Minutes later I pick up the tattered business card that the guesthouse owner gave us before she left and realise “Teleco” is actually the name of the guesthouse owner.  We laugh.  Another moment lost in communication in Georgia.  Many young people in Georgia can speak english fluently, however the elderly speak Russian as a second language because of an extended Soviet occupation.  Despite the language barrier Georgians are extremely helpful so traveling here feels easy even if we don’t really understand what is going on most of the time.  For a tiny nation Georgia really punches above its weight.   Rich in culture, delicious and unique cuisine, beautiful landscape, historical buildings, very affordable and safe.  It has landed itself around the top of my “places I want to go back to” list and there’s some pretty tough competition up there.  In the words of  a well respected American politician, “I’ll be back”.

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