Ramblings about Georgian Teachers and host family

On Monday 26th Sept,
  I still felt sick. Y had told me not to go to school if I didn't feel so good. Also, because I work with children, I wouldn't have wanted to spread what I had. I stayed in. Which made it a 4day weekend. I watched a whole lot of millionaire matchmaker and Celebrity rehab. I literally, stayed in bed the whole day. My whole body was sore, and I was coughing and sneezing and doing all sorts of gross stuff. I texted one of my co-teachers, S. The one I got the flu from and asked her which meds she bought from the chemist because she came to work feeling so much better the next day. No response.
 At work, on Tuesday, 27th Sept
 S saw me and was 'so excited'. Hey! How are you? Blah. It's hard for me to pretend like I don't want to know why she didn't return my text. But I tried. For a bit. Then when I went to my first class with her around midday, I asked if she got my text. Without hesitation, she told me she had but it was too late. I don't know what she was talking about because I sent her the text around 8am. She told me that her battery had died and she only could read the text when she got home. Which is strange because at 8am, she should've still been home. She doesn't live far from work and school starts at 9. Oh and she didn't have airtime to text back.
 Here's the thing, I told Y that I cought the flu from S. And them being Georgian, have to share everything. I bet you Y told S that piece of information. Which was neither a secret nor a lie. However, I'm not sure about the context in which she told her. I mean, a flu is a flu is a flu. Someone has it, and you work closely with them, you're likely to catch it. That's it! If they want to take it personally, they can go fly a kite as far as I'm concerned.
 I had a 3day week, whereby my first day was Tuesday, I had a 9 o clock, when I got to work, I couldn't find my co-teacher, Y. I called and texted her to no avail. I asked around, none of the other teachers seemed to know where she was. I decided to go to the ATM. Someone told me it was just up the road. They walked me there.   A nice lady, who speaks some English. We walked for ten minutes. Which is not just up the road to me but to each his own. When were got there, it was 9:20 and the bank was still closed. Good thing, I just needed the ATM. There was none in sight. I asked the lady to ask the people in the bank if they have an ATM. She came back saying the back is closed and that we had to wait another ten minutes for when it's open to ask if there's an ATM. Preposterous! I thanked her for walking me there and told her I'd go to the other bank, which was much much further now that I was on the other end of town. I took my time too because my next class was also with Y and I didn't  know where she was. from the second back, which is close to where I live, I felt like I was doing double work walking all the way back to school. I was about ten minutes late for my second class. Y greeted me with a concerned smile. She asked how I was feeling. I wanted to know if she didn't get my text and call. She was like, 'oh you called?' Uhm, no, I called myself, and I want to know if it reflected on your phone!
 She said she never heard the phone. Fair enough, she's not as suspicious as S, so I let it go. She told me her schedule had changed and we no longer have the first class on Tuesdays. She had forgotten to tell me and was sorry. Don't be sorry, just don't do it again! Even though I wanted to, I didn't say that! She assured me that that was the only change to our schedule together.
 Wednesday 28 Sept,
 I had a few classes with S who was in a super good mood. Then a break, in the afternoon, I walked around looking for Y's class, couldn't find her. I called S, no answer, I texted her to see if she knew where Y was, no answer (again!) She finally showed up late. I've a weird feeling, things are going to be interesting between S and I.
 Thursday, 29th Sept
 I only had two classes, one at 2:45 and one at 4:30. I stayed in bed, watching the rest of Millionaire Matchmaker and Sex Rehab with Dr Drew. (That's the name of the show, I didn't watch the shows with a Dr!). I got a call from my third co-teacher, I, whom I kind of like. I'm not sure why, but there's a certain innocence about her. She told me her schedule had changed and we'd no longer have the 4:30 on Thursday, which meant I only had on class that day. Which I intend to shift and have 4 day weekends.
 After school, I went for a walk around town, and back home. I hadn't seen my host mom in 2days or so. Which was long for someone who used to budge in and out of my room as as she pleased. She hadn't done that in 2days. And (touch wood), lately, she doesn't even budge anymore. She knocks. And waits for a response. Touch wood again!
 I paid for rent and she just took the money and walked away. No acknowledgment, no eye contact, no thanks, nothing. Later on, when I went to drink some water in the kitchen, she gave me a huge (fake) hug. Awkward!
 I got a call from head office inviting me to an excursion which would take place Saturday morning. I totally accepted!
 Friday, 30 Sept
 I stayed in the entire day, watching The Bachelorette, Ashley's Season 7. I still can't believe that dude Bentley! I thought he was being funny and sarcastic! How rude and disrespectful! It's a very interesting season, I couldn't get myself to watch Ali's season because I saw her with her guy on Brad's season.  Not only that, I saw the first episode and it was obvious she liked that guy, so knowing that and the fact that she did pick him in the end defeated the point of watching. I just watched the men tell all for the bloopers, that's it!
 I must have watched, gees! I don't know! So many hours of that show on Friday, I really need to get out of the house more. I'm in Batumi for goodness sake! My favourite city in Georgia!

Weekend in my co-teacher's village

Saturday, 24th Sept
 One of my co-teachers invited me to the village the very first time we met. She was so excited to show me her in-law's place. She said it's so relaxing! What with the mountains and the river. All of Georgia is like that. But all Georgians will tell you the same. As if their village/town is different.
 She and her hubby picked me up at 11.  It was nice and cool outside. I had my overnight back with me as she had told me they'd bring me back Sunday. They bought dinner on our way. Y, my co-teacher said to excuse the fish smell, they bought me fish on the way to picking me up. AWKWARD! Don't you just love it when people invite you over, pick you up, then proceed to buy you things, dinner, breakfast stuff, one soft toilet roll, that you know is meant for you. Then fill up their gas (petrol) tank.  All in. Your presence! It's like, see, how much we're spending for you! This is all for you! You're really special to us :D.
 SUPER AWKWARD!
 The village is 40mins outside the city (Batumi). On our way, Y asked if I brought my camera. Weird question, but ok! Then we stopped at their 'pool'. It's a huge fish pond. With edible fish that they sell. I don't know the name of that fish. It's very prevalent here. It's not hake, but it sort of looks like it. Maybe it is, I don't know! They're building a restaurant next to the pond, overlooking the river. It'll have a beautiful view when it's finished. She told me to get the camera, she'd take pictures of me near the pond and I could take pictures of the scenery as well. That made me not want to take pictures of anything. Just the fact that someone is telling me what to like and what not to like! I took one or two photos and I was done.
 We drove to the house. It's just up the road from the pond. Nobody speaks English in the house, just Y. They told me I am beautiful. Wanted to know if I'm from America. And asked if I liked their village. Just as I got out of the car. The only thing I saw in the village, was the pond! I told them I liked what I'd seen up to that point.
 I mean, really now! Y took me on a tour of the property. They have fruit and vegetable, cows and chickens. It's ok. I saw regular size pumpkins. They asked me if we have 'such big pumpkins' in my country. Of course we do!
 'Do you have mandarins in your country?' Err yep! 'Oranges?' Yeah!
 Ok!
 Then she found a spot with a good view and made a huge sigh of relief and said 'wow! This is beautiful'. They're so desperate to have us like everything and to control us that they even speak for us! What she said is what she wanted me to say. But because she wanted me to say it so badly, I was resistant and just wouldn't get myself to say it for the sake of pleasing her.
 She asked me if we have such beautiful villages in Africa. I told her we have villages, farms, townships, suburbs and city centres. We have it all. I'm sorry Y. You had to have brought me something different to get me excited and different questions. These standard Georgian questions don't do it for me. At all. I'm over them.
 We went back to the house, we sat on the verandah, they brought me a box of chocolates. Darck chocolate. I don't like it, but I did have a few pieces. Then cookies, then fresh grapes. The grapes are really tiny here! They asked me if we have grapes in Africa. I told them we make wine in South Africa! And I went on to brag about out delicious huge seedless grapes. Just because!
  Because I've the flu, they brought me fresh lemon and hot water. The lemon was delicious! I know! I know! It's lemon! But believe me! I love lemons, so I would know.
 After that, they all asked me if I felt better. As soon as I swallowed the last sip of lemon water. I didn't know what to say! they then asked me that at approximately five minute intervals until I left the next day. Y suggested I go rest. This was around 4. There was nothing else to do, but sit amongst her in-laws while they discuss me in Georgian. I told her I'd stick around until everyone went to bed. She insisted I go rest. I asked if she wanted to take a nap, she's pregnant and she's Georgian, which means when she insists you do something, it's not necessarily for your own good,  you have to figure it out. She admitted that it was her nap time. I went to bed and was on Facebook for a few hours. My room was between two bedrooms and the lounge. They have to go via my room to the lounge. So they passed over and over and over again. And whenever they did, they asked if I was ok 'now'.
 Around 7, Y asked if I wanted some medication, I was game! They brought me something in a small containet that could've been anything. I chugged it. It tasted like a tablet that had been dissolved in water. This was while we were waiting for the cows to come home (literally) for them to make me milk and honey.
 They boiled me milk, added honey, and gave me that to drink in a coffee mug. I can't stand warm milk! I drank it, it wasn't so bad. I soon felt sleepy and I was gone! Lala land!
 I was up from 1am to 5am. Insomnia. I'm sure they were weirded out when they walked past my room with me sitting on the bed busy on the phone. When Y walked past, she did ask me how I was every time she passed there. Which was a lot because she's pregnant. I fell asleep again after 5am and at 8 Y brought me honey milk. This time it was sweeter than the night before and there was still lots of honey at the bottom. Which I found out the hard way. At least, I think it was honey. I chugged the milk down, and swallowed what felt like ugh! I don't know, phlegm? Bleh:( just thinking about it makes me want to puke! Y came to take the cup and asked how the milk was, if it wasn't too sweet this time. I felt like I was going to puke and looked it. But I still said no it was ok. Tired of complaining because they never do anything right and always want feedback, so if I'm going to be honest all the time, they will feel like I'm a unappreciative you-know-what. I ran to the bathroom with the hope that it would all come back up, automatically. It didn't. Not really.
 Tail in between legs, I went back to bed.
 It was pouring outside. Since I got there the day before. Everyone was hanging out in the lounge, speaking Georgian. It was either I go join them and be the topic of discussion, while everybody battles to make eye contact with me as they're talking about me right under my nose. Or I stay in bed peacefully. So of course, I did the right thing and went to the lounge to mingle. They started talking about me, the eyes started facing random places like the floor or their laps. I heard what they were saying. So I got over it, got up and went back to bed. I felt the stares and couldn't be bothered.
 About two hours later, I'd fallen asleep, Y WOKE ME UP and told me to 'dinner' was ready. So I got up and went to join them for BREAKFAST. They talked about me, and everyone was looking away from me, but whenever my plate got empty, there was a contest as too who would pass me something random that I handnt eaten yet. I don't like that because I'm clearly not blind, and am old enough to decide what I want to eat when. So I don't like it when they make decisions for me. They decide for you what you have to do at home,like If I want to watch a movie, they will budge into my room and give me a rock and roll dvd of someone I'd never heard of and tell me to check it out. That guy's very good, then 6 more dvd's by other rock star of the same calibre. Because I'd planned the whole day, that when I get home I'm going to watch whatever, I stick to my plans and put the dvd's aside for when I'll feel like watching them. Then they'll come in later to hear if I liked them. And bring me some more. The next day, we'll talk about music and I'll mention that I loke Elvis Presley and have all his music. ALL OF IT! I'll say that while watching something on my computer. Then they'll lend me Elvis Presley's CD's and stand there with huge smiles on their faces waiting for me to stop whatever I'm doing and play the cd's. Uhm, didn't I just tell you I have all his music? Can you not see that I'm busy doing something else? What the heck are you doing in my room? Have I ever been to your room? Aren't you a 50 year old man? Why are you acting like a spoilt kid half the time?
 After breakfast, I wanted to go shower, and was told not to because I've the flu. Just another decision made for me. I didn't, but was going to be returning to my 'home' that day and just showered there. Where I do what I want no matter what they try to make me do because I refuse to pay someone to make me uncomfortable in 'my' home. Y told me to get ready, we'd leave in 10. I made my bed and changed, sat in the living room with them. They talked about all sorts of things under the sun. She asked if I wasn't cold and offered me her scarf, it stank like nothing on earth. It's dark brown, so you can't tell if it's dirty, I've a feeling it's never been washed. I took it off and wrapped my night dress around my neck. They asked why I didn't keep the scarf on, I told them the night dress was warmer. Y's mom in law had a cool, comfy dress on the day before (and the next day). I complimented her on it and she said she'd give it to me the next day. Later on on Saturday, when I saw her, I told her how excited I was to be going to get a new dress. She smiled, and told Y what I just said. They always tell someone else what you said. Sometimes as you're saying it, as a result they end up discussing it with each other and get carried away, while you're standing there waiting for an answer. It can be anything! You can talk to a man, about something random, and have a full on conversation with them, the first person who walks through the door will be told what you just talked about. I don't care if it's a stranger, a hitch hiker that he just picked up on the side of the road! Anyway, the smile on Y's mom-in-laws face after my little remark about the dress gave me a feeling I wasn't getting the dress. I didn't!
 10mins became 1hr. while sitting there aimlessly, bored out of my mind, Y asked me why I was angry. That made me angry! I asked her what made her think I was angry. She said because I wasn't talking. I asked her what I was supposed to talk about and to whom. She said to them, oh her, she would translate. I asked her why she wasn't talking to me if she wanted to talk to me. She translated everything to the gang. She called her husband, he was waiting for us at the pond, we left.
 When I got home, I sent Y a courtesy sms (text) thanking her and her family for having me. She sid but you were in bed the whole time. Even though, she forced me to go to bed half the time. I couldn't respond to that.
 I spent the rest of the day watching Millionaire Matchmaker.

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.

Farewell Party!

Wednesday 7 Sept More tests and exams. More and more students showed up to class. Some of whom I'd never even met. Lia, my assistant was very happy, saying what a good day it was going to be. They had booked Romantica restaurant for my farewell party. It was sweet of them. I asked one of my students, who used to be a professional Georgian dancer to perform for me. He said Yes! I didn't believe him. Who says yes that easily? I was done around 4 and exhausted. the staff I share an office with didn't want me to leave. They wanted me to wait for them until 6 and leave together for the party. I was too tired to entertain. I asked them to get me a lift. They told me to wait an hour for someone to take me home. It would've taken me 35mins to walk. I started walking. I had stomach cramps. I walked slowly holding my stomach. A gentleman driving past saw that I didn't look ok, he took me home. Score! I chilled at home, I may have watched a tv series episode or 3. And freshened up for the party. Lia picked me up with our friend from Borjomi. Everyone looked so nice! We made an entrance as we arrived almost an hour late. Everyone was waiting at the parking lot looking cute. It was nice to see my young student, they are the apple of my eye (or apples of my eyes if there's such a thing. There are 2 of them, so an apple for each eye;) right?). My students stood each side of the entrance of the restaurant and made way for me to walk inbetween them. It was so neat. I was blushing. I didn't wanna do it. It was embarrassing. When I got to the other side of the 'passage' someone was waiting for me with arms wide open, huge hug and a kiss on the cheek. So cute. And embarrassing. Less than an hour into dinner, and toasts, the dj played music. The party began! One of, dare I say my students? (He may have been to one, maximum 2 of my lessons in the entire 3mnths) asked for the first dance with me. No pressure at all. Georgian dance too! I had to impro, they weren't going to let me chicken out of that one. They told me it was Georgian tradition for the guest of honour to do the first dance. I didn't believe them, but I obliged. My 2cute students were sitting really far away from me, but in a good spot cos whenever I looked their way, I got winks and kisses. The 20 year old is convinced his the coolest dude and we might even be in a relationship in his mind. I don't mind. Pun intended. I danced, we danced, they danced. If you know me, you know I never miss out on an opportunity to dance. I'll dance to any type of music. Music is music! We ate and danced. The food was nice. It was cold, but nice. I tasted a bit of everything. I wasn't hungry. Fortunately they didn't force me to drink, I mean, they tried, but weren't persistent. I sat near Lia and Tiko, my friends and assistants. All the ladies sat together. It's always the case here. I pulled up my 20yr old for a dance, he reluctantly agreed. And did an Mc Hammer move for like a minute and ran back to his seat. Oh well:( Not too long thereafter, he came back on stage, when I saw him, I ran to dance with him: BEST DANCE OF MY LIFE! We danced to Spanish Lullaby (I think). He's such a great dancer! I'll remember that dance for a very long time to come. I can't even put it in words! His friend, the ex pro Georgian dancer, danced for me. THREE TIMES! The third time, he wanted to dance with me, unfortunately, I didn't want to ruin his flawless performances. They made a few more toast before the ladies (and I) left, one of which was to one of the officers' son who's in prison for murder. They asked if I wanted to say a few words. I had nothing to say. I took a minute to think of something. NOTHING! All in all, it was a fabulous party! I felt so special and appreciated and I love all my police officers from Akhaltsikhe. They're the best bunch of people anyone who's new in a country can ever work with. Tiko took me home, not before my 20 year old ran to the car to give me a Georgian flag Key ring (holder). I had it in my bag with me at all times before I left Akhaltsikhe, even though I didn't have a key. It was a constant reminder of how lucky I am and of the perfect night I had. I now use it as a key holder and I kiss it every now and then cos I'm weird like that:)hour for someone to take me home. It would've taken me 35mins to walk. I started walking. I had stomach cramps. I walked slowly holding my stomach. A gentleman driving past saw that I didn't look ok, he took me home. Score! I chilled at home, I may have watched a tv series episode or 3. And freshened up for the party. Lia picked me up with our friend from Borjomi. Everyone looked so nice! We made an entrance as we arrived almost an hour late. Everyone was waiting at the parking lot looking cute. It was nice to see my young student, they are the apple of my eye (or apples of my eyes if there's such a thing. There are 2 of them, so an apple for each eye;) right?). My students stood each side of the entrance of the restaurant and made way for me to walk inbetween them. It was so neat. I was blushing. I didn't wanna do it. It was embarrassing. When I got to the other side of the 'passage' someone was waiting for me with arms wide open, huge hug and a kiss on the cheek. So cute. And embarrassing. Less than an hour into dinner, and toasts, the dj played music. The party began! One of, dare I say my students? (He may have been to one, maximum 2 of my lessons in the entire 3mnths) asked for the first dance with me. No pressure at all. Georgian dance too! I had to impro, they weren't going to let me chicken out of that one. They told me it was Georgian tradition for the guest of honour to do the first dance. I didn't believe them, but I obliged. My 2cute students were sitting really far away from me, but in a good spot cos whenever I looked their way, I got winks and kisses. The 20 year old is convinced his the coolest dude and we might even be in a relationship in his mind. I don't mind. Pun intended. I danced, we danced, they danced. If you know me, you know I never miss out on an opportunity to dance. I'll dance to any type of music. Music is music! We ate and danced. The food was nice. It was cold, but nice. I tasted a bit of everything. I wasn't hungry. Fortunately they didn't force me to drink, I mean, they tried, but weren't persistent. I sat near Lia and Tiko, my friends and assistants. All the ladies sat together. It's always the case here. I pulled up my 20yr old for a dance, he reluctantly agreed. And did an Mc Hammer move for like a minute and ran back to his seat. Oh well:( Not too long thereafter, he came back on stage, when I saw him, I ran to dance with him: BEST DANCE OF MY LIFE! We danced to Spanish Lullaby (I think). He's such a great dancer! I'll remember that dance for a very long time to come. I can't even put it in words! His friend, the ex pro Georgian dancer, danced for me. THREE TIMES! The third time, he wanted to dance with me, unfortunately, I didn't want to ruin his flawless performances. They made a few more toast before the ladies (and I) left, one of which was to one of the officers' son who's in prison for murder. They asked if I wanted to say a few words. I had nothing to say. I took a minute to think of something. NOTHING! All in all, it was a fabulous party! I felt so special and appreciated and I love all my police officers from Akhaltsikhe. They're the best bunch of people anyone who's new in a country can ever work with. Tiko took me home, not before my 20 year old ran to the car to give me a Georgian flag Key ring (holder). I had it in my bag with me at all times before I left Akhaltsikhe, even though I didn't have a key. It was a constant reminder of how lucky I am and of the perfect night I had. I now use it as a key holder and I kiss it every now and then cos I'm weird like that:)

The day after the night before

Tuesday 6Sept I had a weird day. I hardly slept Monday night. 3hours tops! I was up around 6 and was glad it was morning. I read the last few pages of The Color Purple, skipping a huge chunk of the book. I needed to return it. I promised myself I'll watch the movie instead. Needless to say, the last pages didn't make any sense. I returned the book to Martyna. Who took it back to the library for me. One of my groups wouldn't be back to class for the rest of the week, they had to work. I told them to come in Tuesday and take the test and the exam. They did. We always had such fun with them. They speak English and are super funny! After the exam, they told me to meet them outside. They bought me gifts! Aw:( water works:( , as if it wasn't a super emotional day for me already. I hugged and kissed them all and they were on their way. One of them offered to take me to the church when he heard the news. I went along and tried not to cry until I was almost out and my eyes were flooded. Oh well, I tried. He took me to the internet cafe, where I watched Kourtney and Khloe take Miami and Kourt and Kim take Newy York, simultaneously, to take my mind off things. After 2hrs there, I got out, saw Tiko, my assistant's car outside the Police station. Called her, she said she was on her way to the car. I waited for her while munching on Russian Chips and Twix Choc bar. She took me home. As we got home, she remembered that her dad gave her money that morning. She asked if I wanted to go out for dinner. And of course I say yes! We went to the pizzeria, I ordered potato khinkali, they didn't have it. Mushroom? Nope! Okay, pizza. 'Drinks?'. Uhm, I'll have Coke Zero please? 'We haven't got it!'. Sprite zero? 'No!'. flavoured mineral water? 'No!'. Ok, I'll have Juice then. Any fruit juice. 'Sorry, we don't have!'. Uhm, still water pls! We sat and talked for a while, Tiko and I. It was nice, I'd never hung out with her outside the office. She invited me to visit to her farm house the next day. I went home, my host mom saw my gifts and gave me a Georgian Bowl. One that they use to drink wine. It has some inscription, apparently, it's long live something something. One day I'll be able to read it. I went to bed feeling much better than I did in the morning. It was a good day! as if it wasn't a super emotional day for me already. I hugged and kissed them all and they were on their way. One of them offered to take me to the church when he heard the news. I went along and tried not to cry until I was almost out and my eyes were flooded. Oh well, I tried. He took me to the internet cafe, where I watched Kourtney and Khloe take Miami and Kourt and Kim take Newy York, simultaneously, to take my mind off things. After 2hrs there, I got out, saw Tiko, my assistant's car outside the Police station. Called her, she said she was on her way to the car. I waited for her while munching on Russian Chips and Twix Choc bar. She took me home. As we got home, she remembered that her dad gave her money that morning. She asked if I wanted to go out for dinner. And of course I say yes! We went to the pizzeria, I ordered potato khinkali, they didn't have it. Mushroom? Nope! Okay, pizza. 'Drinks?'. Uhm, I'll have Coke Zero please? 'We haven't got it!'. Sprite zero? 'No!'. flavoured mineral water? 'No!'. Ok, I'll have Juice then. Any fruit juice. 'Sorry, we don't have!'. Uhm, still water pls! We sat and talked for a while, Tiko and I. It was nice, I'd never hung out with her outside the office. She invited me to visit to her farm house the next day. I went home, my host mom saw my gifts and gave me a Georgian Bowl. One that they use to drink wine. It has some inscription, apparently, it's long live something something. One day I'll be able to read it. I went to bed feeling much better than I did in the morning. It was a good day!