A night out in Batumi

 I had a long day at school. Which 2 hour breaks inbetween and ended up leaving after 5pm, since I started at 9am. I went straight home.
 Host mom had her private lesson in the evening, and asked me to teach her English at 8. 8PM! 20:00! I hesitantly agreed. And went to bed.
 At 8pm, I went to the kitchen to teach my host mom English and she was busy baking bread. She said to give her ten minutes. I suggested we do the lesson the next day.
 She wasn't around Thursday morning, and I had the morning off, I only started work at 2pm. After work, Lo, my friend from the UK, who's also based in Batumi and I went for a walk. When we needed the bathroom, she suggested we go to the Intourist hotel. So we did of course! And met an Israeli old man at the shoe shiner or whatever that shoe shinning thing is called. It was my first time seeing that thing so yeah:).
 Lo almost bought a ring, but the lady wouldn't lower the price. And when we saw the exact same ring priced a third of the price she charged the rest, she said it was a mistake and refused to let her have it for the price she saw. On our way to the beach, we saw a cool stall with nice affordable stuff. So Lo bought herself a nice right there. We met an Iranian couple. Very nice guy! He gave Lo his number and said to call him when she's there and he'll be her tour guide. Now I want to go to Iran:).
 We parted ways, Lo and I bought a cob of Maize from a street stall. It was weird. Too soft for me. But I have had much yummier ones here. We sat not too far from the beach and talked about life in Georgia. Especially being black here. We were interepted a few times by people asking to take photos with us to post on the net. Lo doesn't like to have her photo taken. I don't mind. I prefer that to someone staring at me for hours. I'm not sure why they'd want to post our pictures online. There are so many pictures of black people online!
 My host mom called me around 9 to check up on me. We went home not too long thereafter. I got home after 10pm. It was a nice day!
 When I got home, host mom wasn't home. she later got back, let herself into my room, turned the light on and tried to talk to me while I was on the phone. I had to ask her to switch the light off. She did and left. Then I overheard her talking about teaching and English. I suppose she was complaining because I didn't teach her English as promised. I promised to teach her before I went to school. She wasn't home then!
 Since then, when she wants to come to my room, because I never have the light on, I use the PC light, as that's always on, she turns the light in the passage on, just outside my door. It's so bright! It's blinding! Blight lights give me headaches. That's a good sized chandelier and bright as hell! So she turns that on, and then walks into my room, no knocking, NOTHING! When she's done talking to me, she turns that light off.
 I'm going to ask them to put a lock with a key on my door. She might get offended, because that means, I want to keep her out of my room as she's the only other person that comes to my room. But it is what it is. According to the contract, we should have lockable doors with keys.
 Friday, 23 Sept
 I had Friday off. According to my schedule, Fridays should be off, but you never know. I take everything one day at a time. So last Friday, I was free. I stayed home the whole day, sick as a dog! I watched Gigolos, So You Think You Can Dance and Millionaire Matchmaker. Fun times!
 I only left the house once, to buy Lunch, banana and yoghurt. A small tub of yoghurt is 1Lari (R4). Parmalat size! That's way more expensive than home! A banana is also the same price. Which is a lot. In South Africa, you can get a kg of bananas for that much!
 I snuck my food in and ate quietly, or else, I'd have offended people. They take it personally when you don't eat their food. I needed a break from bread and this, bread and that, bread bread BREAD! Oh and hair all over the place, on the table top, in the food, in your mouth, between your teeth. Ok maybe, I exaggerate, but I'm lucky to not find hair in the food when I don't.

Batumi Public School #7

School year started on 15th September. I'm still not sure why. It's really weird for me because in South Africa, school year begins with the beginning of the year. In January. I want to know what everybody did the whole year until September, in the beginning of time, that made them only start School towards the end of the year. I got a call from my reginal rep telling me not to set foot on the school premises before I've attended the introduction meeting. I asked her where the meeting was going to be held. She said, listen to this: she told me to go to the school, meet my co-teachers and then catch a lift with them to the meeting. This is of course, withought actually setting foot on the school premises. I told her I'd love to do that, it's must better than trying to find the meeting place, if only I knew where the school itself was. She laughed, bade be good bye and hung up. She called me again, closer to the day of the meeting, I reiterated that I didn't know where the school was. She laughed and hung up. I guess this was an inside joke she shared with herself. Sending me to a school I didn't know to meet people I didn't know, that spoke a language I don't speak, to take me to a meeting place I didn't know. All in a day's work. I found the school, its about 15 - 20 mins (walk) from my home. None of the teachers I met, including the principal spoke English. I sat in the principal's office, she gave me a huge bouquet of flowers that I'm convinced was given to her. I know because of how they looked at each other when she gave it to me. And everyone had a huge bouquet of flowers each. It's some kind of a tradition, first day of school celebration. I met their care taker. A very pleasant man, who speaks English. She asked me if I know some American English teacher I don't know. And told me that guy's his friend. He's been hear for a while now and is married to a Georgian woman. We had our Batumi introductory meeting at the Dept of Edu something something. We all went there in one car. When we arrive, we got out of the car. Someone told me to go back and get my flowers and parade with them. I didn't feel comfortable with this at all. Its very Georgian to show off to the world that they have a foreigner and are very nice to IT! There were limited seats in the meeting room and my flowers needed their own seats. I wished my flowers dead there for a moment. Until another lady walked in with a much much smaller bouquet! Yay! There were 4 other foreign teachers, their co-teachers and school directors (principals). The meeting lasted 2 hours. It felt more like 48, so boring and unnecessary like all meeting and training sessions I've attended here. My co-teachers rushed home after the meeting. I only managed to exchange number with one other teacher, Monica. She moved here a day prior. I know that for sure because, I got a call at 6am from the Regional rep asking me which vagon I was on (wagon aka train carriage). I of course told her I was in bed, sleeping at my new home. Wrong number. Beep! ed on 15th September. I'm still not sure why. It's really weird for me because in South Africa, school year begins with the beginning of the year. In January. I want to know what everybody did the whole year until September, in the beginning of time, that made them only start School towards the end of the year. I got a call from my reginal rep telling me not to set foot on the school premises before I've attended the introduction meeting. I asked her where the meeting was going to be held. She said, listen to this: she told me to go to the school, meet my co-teachers and then catch a lift with them to the meeting. This is of course, withought actually setting foot on the school premises. I told her I'd love to do that, it's must better than trying to find the meeting place, if only I knew where the school itself was. She laughed, bade be good bye and hung up. She called me again, closer to the day of the meeting, I reiterated that I didn't know where the school was. She laughed and hung up. I guess this was an inside joke she shared with herself. Sending me to a school I didn't know to meet people I didn't know, that spoke a language I don't speak, to take me to a meeting place I didn't know. All in a day's work. I found the school, its about 15 - 20 mins (walk) from my home. None of the teachers I met, including the principal spoke English. I sat in the principal's office, she gave me a huge bouquet of flowers that I'm convinced was given to her. I know because of how they looked at each other when she gave it to me. And everyone had a huge bouquet of flowers each. It's some kind of a tradition, first day of school celebration. I met their care taker. A very pleasant man, who speaks English. She asked me if I know some American English teacher I don't know. And told me that guy's his friend. He's been hear for a while now and is married to a Georgian woman. We had our Batumi introductory meeting at the Dept of Edu something something. We all went there in one car. When we arrive, we got out of the car. Someone told me to go back and get my flowers and parade with them. I didn't feel comfortable with this at all. Its very Georgian to show off to the world that they have a foreigner and are very nice to IT! There were limited seats in the meeting room and my flowers needed their own seats. I wished my flowers dead there for a moment. Until another lady walked in with a much much smaller bouquet! Yay! There were 4 other foreign teachers, their co-teachers and school directors (principals). The meeting lasted 2 hours. It felt more like 48, so boring and unnecessary like all meeting and training sessions I've attended here. My co-teachers rushed home after the meeting. I only managed to exchange number with one other teacher, Monica. She moved here a day prior. I know that for sure because, I got a call at 6am from the Regional rep asking me which vagon I was on (wagon aka train carriage). I of course told her I was in bed, sleeping at my new home. Wrong number. Beep!

Dinner with the President.

Sunday, 18th September 2011 Saturday afternoon, I got an email from head office inviting us to watch a show Keto and Kote (Georgian Romeo and Juliet) at the Opera House with the President of Georgia. I was in! Apparently teachers from other regions had transportation and accommodations/meals paid for. Michelle and I were slightly jealous. I thought, we'll just crash their hotels after the show. My host dad dropped me off at the Intourist Hotel where the other teachers would be staying. I went to meet up with Lo, another teacher based in Batumi. I saw a few of the co ordinators, some I'd never met, one was one of the first people I met in Georgia. About 15minutes later Lo arrived. We lingered around the hotel, she tried to get a room, unsuccessfully. We all were taken to the Opera House in 2 big buses. The Opera house is amazing! It's so beautiful with lots of water fountains in and out of the building. There were a lot of teachers there. I met two South Africans, a guy from Cape Town and one from Durban. I also got to hang out with Monica, another Batumi teacher. I saw Latoya, a nice chick I met my first weekend in Batumi. It was nice to see her. She has a very good vibe about her. I can't wait to actually get to spend time with her. I saw a few of my group members, I had called Harriet and Amy during the day to find out what everyone's wearing. They neither took my calls nor returned them. Amy's excuse was that she heard I've moved to Batumi and thought I'd be at the Opera, therefore we'd talk there. So basically, she ignored my call because she wasn't going to talk to me on the phone and, later in person. Fair enough. For each his own! I didn't bother to ask Harriet why she didn't take my calls. Michelle called her while we were at the Opera house, she didn't take her call either. I sat next to a nice older lady, who's also a teacher and is based not to far from Batumi, unfortunately, we didn't get to exchange numbers. On my right was Monica and next to her was Michelle who felt so bad that we didn't get seats next to our group members. Before the show, I saw Josh, my old friend from Kutaisi. He was talking to Amy, who saw me and waved. I pointed at Josh, signalling for her to tell him I wanted to sign. I thought that was a universal gesture, I guess not where she's from as she looked at me very perplexed. I kept pointing at Josh like a fool, and not once did she think to tell him to say hi to me. Knowing that I know him and he and I used to be friends once. Sometime while we were all seated waiting for the president, Josh did see me and waved at me. The president came in about 30minutes late. He walked straight to his seat with a few not scary looking men. I later heard that one was the Prince of Moroco, I guess the rest were body guards? The show was nice. It lasted 2hours. It was in Georgian and there were English 'subtitles' on a a screen atop the stage. After the show, I found out, I'm the only one that actually ejoyed the performance. That made me laugh out loud. Partly because of how people kept applauding during the performance, that made me think they were enjoying it. I guess that's another not so universal gesture. No word from the President. Not even a wave, or a pause on stage for us to take photos. NOTHING! Lo and I got on one of the buses. We wanted to be dropped off either at our homes or at the hotels and we'd figure our way home from there. We got kicked out of the bus. Because we weren't on that bus before blah blah blah. She then found a bus with her friends and called me to go join them. I was over running around begging for a lift for a company I worked for that actually took me there in a bus. I told my regional I needed to get home and asked her who's responsible for that. You'd think that since people from 8 hours away or so, got free transportation, food and nice hotel accommodation, they wouldn't mind giving us lifts in the buses for a 5km ride! They did! I got a lift with Beth's connections. She's also a teacher in the Batumi area. Lo called and said to join them at the hotel. I had to pass, it was midnight and I didn't have any friends there. I had had enough awkwardness for one day. I talked to Michelle for a bit. She was half asleep, I let her go and went to sleep myself. She apparently ended up working on the computer for 3 or 4 more hours thereafter. Go figure! 2011 Saturday afternoon, I got an email from head office inviting us to watch a show Keto and Kote (Georgian Romeo and Juliet) at the Opera House with the President of Georgia. I was in! Apparently teachers from other regions had transportation and accommodations/meals paid for. Michelle and I were slightly jealous. I thought, we'll just crash their hotels after the show. My host dad dropped me off at the Intourist Hotel where the other teachers would be staying. I went to meet up with Lo, another teacher based in Batumi. I saw a few of the co ordinators, some I'd never met, one was one of the first people I met in Georgia. About 15minutes later Lo arrived. We lingered around the hotel, she tried to get a room, unsuccessfully. We all were taken to the Opera House in 2 big buses. The Opera house is amazing! It's so beautiful with lots of water fountains in and out of the building. There were a lot of teachers there. I met two South Africans, a guy from Cape Town and one from Durban. I also got to hang out with Monica, another Batumi teacher. I saw Latoya, a nice chick I met my first weekend in Batumi. It was nice to see her. She has a very good vibe about her. I can't wait to actually get to spend time with her. I saw a few of my group members, I had called Harriet and Amy during the day to find out what everyone's wearing. They neither took my calls nor returned them. Amy's excuse was that she heard I've moved to Batumi and thought I'd be at the Opera, therefore we'd talk there. So basically, she ignored my call because she wasn't going to talk to me on the phone and, later in person. Fair enough. For each his own! I didn't bother to ask Harriet why she didn't take my calls. Michelle called her while we were at the Opera house, she didn't take her call either. I sat next to a nice older lady, who's also a teacher and is based not to far from Batumi, unfortunately, we didn't get to exchange numbers. On my right was Monica and next to her was Michelle who felt so bad that we didn't get seats next to our group members. Before the show, I saw Josh, my old friend from Kutaisi. He was talking to Amy, who saw me and waved. I pointed at Josh, signalling for her to tell him I wanted to sign. I thought that was a universal gesture, I guess not where she's from as she looked at me very perplexed. I kept pointing at Josh like a fool, and not once did she think to tell him to say hi to me. Knowing that I know him and he and I used to be friends once. Sometime while we were all seated waiting for the president, Josh did see me and waved at me. The president came in about 30minutes late. He walked straight to his seat with a few not scary looking men. I later heard that one was the Prince of Moroco, I guess the rest were body guards? The show was nice. It lasted 2hours. It was in Georgian and there were English 'subtitles' on a a screen atop the stage. After the show, I found out, I'm the only one that actually ejoyed the performance. That made me laugh out loud. Partly because of how people kept applauding during the performance, that made me think they were enjoying it. I guess that's another not so universal gesture. No word from the President. Not even a wave, or a pause on stage for us to take photos. NOTHING! Lo and I got on one of the buses. We wanted to be dropped off either at our homes or at the hotels and we'd figure our way home from there. We got kicked out of the bus. Because we weren't on that bus before blah blah blah. She then found a bus with her friends and called me to go join them. I was over running around begging for a lift for a company I worked for that actually took me there in a bus. I told my regional I needed to get home and asked her who's responsible for that. You'd think that since people from 8 hours away or so, got free transportation, food and nice hotel accommodation, they wouldn't mind giving us lifts in the buses for a 5km ride! They did! I got a lift with Beth's connections. She's also a teacher in the Batumi area. Lo called and said to join them at the hotel. I had to pass, it was midnight and I didn't have any friends there. I had had enough awkwardness for one day. I talked to Michelle for a bit. She was half asleep, I let her go and went to sleep myself. She apparently ended up working on the computer for 3 or 4 more hours thereafter. Go figure!

The Break

I had initially planned to go to Thelavi in the East for my break. Unfortunately things happened and I couldn't go around celebrating in Georgia. Instead, I was online, looking for 'cheap flights', talking to family over the phone, sms-es (texts), guilt trips, crying endlessly, hoping and praying, going to the airport and travelling agencies. Giving up. Feeling guilty in the middle of the night, sobbing quietly in my room. Living on pain killers as I hardly slept but cried endlessly most nights. Starting the process all over again. When I finally saw the possibility of going home, it was too late! They didn't have space for me. I took a deep breath and was somewhat relieved at the thought that it was over. I did all I could. The rest was beyond my control. The funeral was on Saturday, the 17th. I cried almost the whole day. I couldn't get hold of my family the night before, nor the day of the funeral. I finally talked to my sister all of 3seconds but choked up crying and had to go. I hate to cry. I never want people to see or hear my cry. That was a slip off. Apparently she texted me back, but I didn't ge tit because she had run out of credit on her phone. I haven't felt that alone in a very very long time. I was alone in every sense of the word. I'd sometimes take a walk to the beach and just sit there and watch the waves and think deeply. Sometimes I'd feel better, sometimes weird. After the funeral, a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders! I knew it was over, and there was nothing I could do about it! No more trying to see if I can still make it. None of that. on Saturday, the 17th. I cried almost the whole day. I couldn't get hold of my family the night before, nor the day of the funeral. I finally talked to my sister all of 3seconds but choked up crying and had to go. I hate to cry. I never want people to see or hear my cry. That was a slip off. Apparently she texted me back, but I didn't ge tit because she had run out of credit on her phone. I haven't felt that alone in a very very long time. I was alone in every sense of the word. I'd sometimes take a walk to the beach and just sit there and watch the waves and think deeply. Sometimes I'd feel better, sometimes weird. After the funeral, a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders! I knew it was over, and there was nothing I could do about it! No more trying to see if I can still make it. None of that.

My New Home in Batumi

When I told Clintyna that I was moving to Batumi, Clint asked what I'd do if it's actually a little shack way out of the city, in the middle of nowhere. But they just call the area Batumi. I told him, having lived with 2 totally different host family, I'll be happy to move in with a family that wants me to live with them. All I want is a happy/positive environment in the home. It doesn't matter how much money they have or what their house looks like. Be careful what you wish for! I took a cab from the marshrutka station where the marshrutka from Akhaltsikhe had dropped me off in the rain. It took me to my new home with the help of my regional rep who was on the phone the entire time, directing the driver. My new host mother met me at the parking lot, she was wearing black. She looked rather different. I don't know, there was just something about how she looked. I tried to suss her out, but failed. She paid for my cab as the driver didn't have change for me. She had to run upstairs to get the money, I stood at the parking lot, at the entrance to this really dodgy smelling block of flats. It's really dirty down there! The entrance is rather small, it wouldn't be that hard to just sweep it every now and again. I'm not sure where the smell comes from. We then walked up a flight of stairs to a very dangerous looking lift (elevator) that only stays open for literally, a second. so the first person jumps in, and either lets it close and presses the same floor again, for it to think that it's where it was meant to go. Or keep the doors open with your own 2hands. I hopped in as well, with my huge 30kg suitcase. The lift doors don't close fully, so you can see through them and could even drop, I don't know, a cell phone through the opening? We got to our floor, it looked small, it's tiled with beige and brown tiles or carpet (tapyt). Not sure. Then, to the right was our entrance. What I thought was the entrance to 'our' flat, but later found out it's a passage to 2different flat entrances. It's tiled with really nice, new burgundy tiles. I was really happy to see that, when I thought it was my home, but, never mind! Then into my new home! My regional rep told me I'll be staying with a host mom, her mom and her daughter. Too many women under one roof if you ask me, but let's see how it pans out! Into the flat, there's a door right infront of you as you walk in, then another one to your immediate right. That's my room! She said: Welcome to our home! This is your room! Please rest! She pointed at the sleeper couch and told me that was my bed. Month room: it has a dining room table with 6 chairs, a huge wall to wall unit with china (dinner sets), a technics music system with a record player and cassette player,2huge speakers, a black piano and a chair infront of it. Basically, it's a dining room! With a sleeper couch squeezed in for me to sleep. It has a door. Yeah, that's a big deal here! The door doesn't have a lock just a handle. The door is the usual half frosted glass on top and half wood at the bottom. I thought to quickly unpack and see if any of my clothes are wet as the suitcase was on top of the marshrutka for while it rained for the entire 6hr trip. Some of the clothes on the side were damp, but no damage, thankfully. I looked around and realised there's no place for my clothes. WHAT? No wardrobe? You're going to host a lady and you don't have a wardrobe? Oh well! I thought, I'll just live off my suitcase for my year in Georgia. I took 3 of my dining chairs and packed my dry clothes. My host mom took my damp ones to hang them on the line in the balcony. The balcony is outside their bedroom. It's a bit slanted, I feel like I'm going to slip and fall off from the fifth floor whenever I'm on it. It's covered in blue sale, the sides (at least). So no standing on the balcony to people watch or check the view out. There are about 4 lines stacked really awkwardly and closely together but somehow the clothes do get dry. She offered me something to eat. I was famished! I can't eat before or during travel as I suffer from motion sickness. She took me to the tiny kitchen next to the small room opposite the main door. It's open plan, with the usual kitchen stuff, fridge, microwave. THEY HAVE A MICROWAVE! So good bye cold food! A dining table and chairs (yeah, a second one). Which gave me hope that they won't be using the one I'm my bedroom. (Holding thumbs). I went to the bathroom, it's also tiny, and really really dirty! The only thing clean in there is the toilet, thank goodness! Other than that, the curtain shower is filthy! It looks like, it used to be blue, but now is really dark brown. You can tell it's never been washed. They have 2small mats infront of the bathtub and the sink, both are brownish/greyish. They look like they used to be yellow. There's hair all over the place. I ate, fresh bread, made out of her bread making machine, and chicken stew. It was delicious. She also made chilli sauce, which I really enjoyed. All the utensils, looked slightly unclean. She called to a man in the small room next to my room and introduced him as her husband. WHAT? THERE'S A MAN IN THIS HOUSE? He's super tall, could easily be 2metres. I asked her who else lives with them. She told me she has 3daughters. WHAT? How come I didn't know any of this! Then proceeded to say they all leave abroad, France, Germany and Budapest. She lives with her husband, and her 3year old grandson. Yeah! Not with her daughter and grand daughter Indira! Do your homework! My host dad told me they have wi-fi! Yippee! Or not! Depends how fast it actually is! I might not even be able to watch any programmes online. Which is what I need the internet for. Otherwise, I can just use my blackberry. He set my laptop up and I was ready to go. Of course, I stopped whatever I was doing, and went to my favourite site to see if I can watch anything. And I could! Score! We chatted a bit and I went to bed (read: internet). I couldn't watch programmes anymore! Great! I spent a huge amount of time trying! Until I just went to sleep. The move was during our 5day break before the beginning of school year. I spent an enormous amount of that time, looking at flights home, for the funeral, crying, being super sad. Considering leaving. Realising how silly that idea was. Talking to my sis back home and missing my sis who was vacationing in Europe, and my friend Michelle who was vacationing in Turkey. I felt so alone and spent a lot of money on the phone. My host dad, gave me a new 1 or 2GIG ram because mine was too small at 500MB. Which was surprising to me as I remember clearly buying 2 500MB rams in Melville (Johannesburg) which means one of the people I took my PC to for fixing, who ended up not fixing it, stole my ram. I looked through my window at my view, I can see the Sheraton hotel! Perfect! I really am in Batumi! Sigh! hat I was moving to Batumi, Clint asked what I'd do if it's actually a little shack way out of the city, in the middle of nowhere. But they just call the area Batumi. I told him, having lived with 2 totally different host family, I'll be happy to move in with a family that wants me to live with them. All I want is a happy/positive environment in the home. It doesn't matter how much money they have or what their house looks like. Be careful what you wish for! I took a cab from the marshrutka station where the marshrutka from Akhaltsikhe had dropped me off in the rain. It took me to my new home with the help of my regional rep who was on the phone the entire time, directing the driver. My new host mother met me at the parking lot, she was wearing black. She looked rather different. I don't know, there was just something about how she looked. I tried to suss her out, but failed. She paid for my cab as the driver didn't have change for me. She had to run upstairs to get the money, I stood at the parking lot, at the entrance to this really dodgy smelling block of flats. It's really dirty down there! The entrance is rather small, it wouldn't be that hard to just sweep it every now and again. I'm not sure where the smell comes from. We then walked up a flight of stairs to a very dangerous looking lift (elevator) that only stays open for literally, a second. so the first person jumps in, and either lets it close and presses the same floor again, for it to think that it's where it was meant to go. Or keep the doors open with your own 2hands. I hopped in as well, with my huge 30kg suitcase. The lift doors don't close fully, so you can see through them and could even drop, I don't know, a cell phone through the opening? We got to our floor, it looked small, it's tiled with beige and brown tiles or carpet (tapyt). Not sure. Then, to the right was our entrance. What I thought was the entrance to 'our' flat, but later found out it's a passage to 2different flat entrances. It's tiled with really nice, new burgundy tiles. I was really happy to see that, when I thought it was my home, but, never mind! Then into my new home! My regional rep told me I'll be staying with a host mom, her mom and her daughter. Too many women under one roof if you ask me, but let's see how it pans out! Into the flat, there's a door right infront of you as you walk in, then another one to your immediate right. That's my room! She said: Welcome to our home! This is your room! Please rest! She pointed at the sleeper couch and told me that was my bed. Month room: it has a dining room table with 6 chairs, a huge wall to wall unit with china (dinner sets), a technics music system with a record player and cassette player,2huge speakers, a black piano and a chair infront of it. Basically, it's a dining room! With a sleeper couch squeezed in for me to sleep. It has a door. Yeah, that's a big deal here! The door doesn't have a lock just a handle. The door is the usual half frosted glass on top and half wood at the bottom. I thought to quickly unpack and see if any of my clothes are wet as the suitcase was on top of the marshrutka for while it rained for the entire 6hr trip. Some of the clothes on the side were damp, but no damage, thankfully. I looked around and realised there's no place for my clothes. WHAT? No wardrobe? You're going to host a lady and you don't have a wardrobe? Oh well! I thought, I'll just live off my suitcase for my year in Georgia. I took 3 of my dining chairs and packed my dry clothes. My host mom took my damp ones to hang them on the line in the balcony. The balcony is outside their bedroom. It's a bit slanted, I feel like I'm going to slip and fall off from the fifth floor whenever I'm on it. It's covered in blue sale, the sides (at least). So no standing on the balcony to people watch or check the view out. There are about 4 lines stacked really awkwardly and closely together but somehow the clothes do get dry. She offered me something to eat. I was famished! I can't eat before or during travel as I suffer from motion sickness. She took me to the tiny kitchen next to the small room opposite the main door. It's open plan, with the usual kitchen stuff, fridge, microwave. THEY HAVE A MICROWAVE! So good bye cold food! A dining table and chairs (yeah, a second one). Which gave me hope that they won't be using the one I'm my bedroom. (Holding thumbs). I went to the bathroom, it's also tiny, and really really dirty! The only thing clean in there is the toilet, thank goodness! Other than that, the curtain shower is filthy! It looks like, it used to be blue, but now is really dark brown. You can tell it's never been washed. They have 2small mats infront of the bathtub and the sink, both are brownish/greyish. They look like they used to be yellow. There's hair all over the place. I ate, fresh bread, made out of her bread making machine, and chicken stew. It was delicious. She also made chilli sauce, which I really enjoyed. All the utensils, looked slightly unclean. She called to a man in the small room next to my room and introduced him as her husband. WHAT? THERE'S A MAN IN THIS HOUSE? He's super tall, could easily be 2metres. I asked her who else lives with them. She told me she has 3daughters. WHAT? How come I didn't know any of this! Then proceeded to say they all leave abroad, France, Germany and Budapest. She lives with her husband, and her 3year old grandson. Yeah! Not with her daughter and grand daughter Indira! Do your homework! My host dad told me they have wi-fi! Yippee! Or not! Depends how fast it actually is! I might not even be able to watch any programmes online. Which is what I need the internet for. Otherwise, I can just use my blackberry. He set my laptop up and I was ready to go. Of course, I stopped whatever I was doing, and went to my favourite site to see if I can watch anything. And I could! Score! We chatted a bit and I went to bed (read: internet). I couldn't watch programmes anymore! Great! I spent a huge amount of time trying! Until I just went to sleep. The move was during our 5day break before the beginning of school year. I spent an enormous amount of that time, looking at flights home, for the funeral, crying, being super sad. Considering leaving. Realising how silly that idea was. Talking to my sis back home and missing my sis who was vacationing in Europe, and my friend Michelle who was vacationing in Turkey. I felt so alone and spent a lot of money on the phone. My host dad, gave me a new 1 or 2GIG ram because mine was too small at 500MB. Which was surprising to me as I remember clearly buying 2 500MB rams in Melville (Johannesburg) which means one of the people I took my PC to for fixing, who ended up not fixing it, stole my ram. I looked through my window at my view, I can see the Sheraton hotel! Perfect! I really am in Batumi! Sigh!

Last day in Akhaltsikhe

 Friday, 9 Sept 2011



Thursday  the last groups took their final test and their final exam. I stayed at work, marking, until 6pm. After work, Tiko (my 2nd assistant) and I  headed for her village home.
I met her beautiful mom, she looks just like Tiko! Her 6year old daughter was not so shy this time around. I've met her on a few occasions, she could hardly say hi, she was so shy.

We had a supra for 4, Tiko, her dad, the baby and I. The food was absolutely delicious. I talked to friends over the phone, one left Georgia because of how his case was treated by the police at the station. He wanted to file a police report and apparently had to wait 4hours for that not to happen.

Michelle and a few others left for Turkey on Friday, I talked to her one last time before that.

Tiko introduced me to the Epilator. Just what I need, seeing as it's hard to find Hair remover creams like Veet  here and I'm not a big fan of Gillette blades or whatever they're called. I have one, but...

We went to sleep around 11. That house is COLD! It was so warm outside and yet freezing in the house. I cringe to think what it must be like in Winter. We spent about half an hour, trying to find me something to wear to bed. Nothing fit! Tiko said: Brook, you're fat! I was like "ya think?". We finally found pyjama bottoms and I wore the top I had on during the day to bed.
I slept like a baby and didn't want to get up. I did get up around 3 to use the outside toilet. I took my phone with me for light and locked myself outside! I went all around the house, trying to find a door that may have been mistakenly left unlocked. No such luck! I called Tiko. Thank God Georgian cellphones don't have Vibrate/Silent profiles nor the off button or else, she may have missed my call! She opened for me and I headed straight for bed. And was woken up at 8 by T. We had leftovers for breakfast, I just had chicken and cake. Yup, cake for breakfast. And it was divine!

Tiko dropped me off. I was on the phone for a while, texting my sister  who's on vacation in Europe. I eventually left for work around 12 to go mark the exams and finish off my work with the police. More and more tests came in from people I've never met before! Most of which were in the same handwriting. I marked, scored, uploaded on the system, printed 150 tests that day.
I finished around 5, with the help of Tiko. I cleared my class and left them a thank you note on the board and said goodbye to everybody all teary-eyed . Tiko took me home in her car, Lia came along. They went shopping for a gift for me. They found the shop closed. The next door shop owner gave them the number of the shop owner, they called them and went to pick them up at home so they can open the shop up for them. I went to Clintina to finally tell them I  was moving to Batumi to next day. Tiko and Lia were to catch up with me at Martyna's.

We had some caramel coated peanuts at Martyna's that Clint made. They were quite good as is everything Clint makes. He rocks in the kitchen, he'll make someone a very good wife someday. After breaking the news, they told me they were going to take the same marshrutka Saturday morning as well. Clint was going to Kutaisi, Martyna to Kobuleti.

Tiko picked me up and took me home. They bought me Georgian souvenirs. An original georgian house made of stone, two drinking horns and a drinking bowl. Really pretty!

She dropped me off and of course, waterworks again:(
I'm really going to miss my Akhaltsikhe network. I'm glad and honoured to have first lived there in my time in Georgia. I couldn't have asked for better friends, colleagues and students.

They're special people and will always have a place in my heart.