If you are ever in a city where there is a traditional Georgian dancing troupe putting on a show, no matter how expensive the tickets BUY THEM. You will be treated to an extravaganza like nothing else. I have just returned from an evening show which was the most memorable dancing I have ever seen. Bar none.
The Hash House Harriers (HHH) are best described as a ‘drinking club with a running problem’. The World Bank’s country manager for Georgia, Roy, was the local ‘Hash Master’ and when he heard that I was a runner he invited me along. So one very cool Sunday at 15:00 I found myself with a group of runners and walkers ready to start on our adventure.
I arrived in Tbilisi at 04:00 after a long flight Beijing-Vienna-Tbilisi. For some reason most flights into the Caucasus countries arrive or depart at very uncivilized hours. However, the customs formalities were quick, my bags came through right away and the driver Ramaz was waiting for me. I was at my hotel by 04:30 and crashed for a few hours sleep. After catching up on work for a few hours I decided to go out in the late afternoon spring sunshine to explore part of Tbilisi. The weather was much more conducive to wandering around than when I was here in January and the sidewalks and roads were covered in sheets of ice.