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I had been in Georgia for about a week but I would be lying if I said I had seen the country.
On arriving in the capital, Tbilsi, I headed to my homestay, which a nice person on the internet had recommended. For a little over 2 quid a night, and all the toilet paper you could wish for, I had a bargain on my hands and settled into my new abode.
On my first night I just walked around, and took it easy. The food was great and the people very helpful. I also found out I was displaying signs of malaria.
The next day I discovered that I was, in fact, not displaying signs of malaria, and that I was going to live. Great news! Unfortunately my tummy problems persisted.
So for the next 2 days I really took it easy. It wasn't so bad but I would rather have been out doing things. I asked about for adult nappies but they were unavailable. I did, however, proceed to get totally wasted on one of the nights (after I asked dad if it was okay in my current state, and he said "sure" thinking that I was joking). My drinking compatriots came in the shape of Jonny, Julia and Tash, though only Jonny and I drank (lots of) our vodka as we passed the time with a game of scrabble.
A 1 in the morning scramble back home, and a huge Jonny hamgover, meant that I had company the next day! I was no longer friendless, if only for a short time.
Day 3 was a day trip to Gori, the birthplace of Stalin, with my new found friends. There was a museum there for the aforementioned lunatic, which was interesting. All pictures of Trotsky had been taken out but due to my general lack of knowlegde I had no idea what this meant. When I asked the museum curator if someone in a picture was Trotsky I was given a stare and a not-so-nice reply that I could only expect from someone who enjoys embalming dead bodies. I didn't ask a question again.
Although barely anything in the museum was written in English, it was interesting seeing all the propaganda paintings of Jo. More interesting though were little Stalin's house, next to which the museum was built (and we got a peak inside as there was a news crew around), and also Stalin's personal train carriage. It was amazing to think that this was how the previous dictator travelled around the country. We saw his toilet! We sat on his couch! And Jonny brought up strange images of Stalin bouncing on the bed, just as we were doing, laughing manically whilst deciding who to send to Siberia next. We did not stay there long.
A day in the capital finally beckoned and after everyone else left me I was joined by a Polish lass. Though the weather was terrible (it reminded me of England), the city was beautiful. There wasn't actually much to do except walk around, but then that's what I like doing, so all good.
I finally booked my train ticked to the other side of the country, right on the border with Turkey. An overnight train journey was going to cost just 3quid and I decided that with my tummy problems having subsided, it was time to move on. There was that big continent called Africa waiting and I wanted to get there sooner rather than later.
I arrived in Batumi one early morning and sat by the sea watching the fishermen on the quay at 7am, wondering whether fishing was worth waking up so early in the morning for. I got bored so decided to make my way to the border and into Turkey.
Africa, here I come