Once upon a time in Georgia

On my way from Tbilisi to Gudauri, I had company, A Georgian guy who can’t speak English, I offered him a cigarette to break the ice and he did the same, smoking was the only activity we did in his car all the way to Gudauri.

I saw this piece of art and my facial expressions went crazy like a little kid just saw his presents under the Christmas tree, I wondered what is that place and how can I ask him about it. It would be a loss if I couldn’t take a photo of it, ” I told myself” and maybe it was written all over my face, Suddenly, he stopped the car and asked me “Photo Ananuri?”, with a smile, I said YES, and just like that I got the photo and found out, that place called “Ananuri”. It’s amazing how people can communicate even without a common Language.

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