This morning I went for a swim in the Black Sea. You know I love the water but part of me also wants to show off. You probably don't believe me but I have only seen one other person since this trip swim as well as me - a month ago and I'm sure it was another tourist. Everyone else swims with their heads up. Typically I go way out, way way out and typically some guy tries to go as far as me. Forget it there's no way they can go as far when they swim like a dog. I love it!
After my swim I take a small van, which is called a marshratka, from Batumi, where I've been the last couple of days, to Kugdidi. The ride reminded me of the one I took in Darjeeling, India to a trailhead. I took a trek there so I could see Mt. Everest. Even though I did the Anapurna circuit I was not able to see Everest from that route.
Anyway just like that little bus this bus rocked like one of those old wooden roller coasters. Rock and jerk. On the Darjeeling bus the driver played 'Mr. Soul' from Buffalo Springfield. As I was standing, because the bus was packed, I could dance to the jerkiness. On this marshratka I could rock in the back to my I-pod where no one could see me. Even if they saw me they wouldn't notice since we were rocking and jerking all over the place.
When we got to Kugdidi I walked in every direction possible because of the limited information I was given. Well, mostly because I couldn't correctly pronounce the name of the hotel or the street I was looking for.
Finally I found the hotel but they acted like they didn't know what I wanted. Then no one could seem to find the keys to any of the dingy empty rooms. They wanted 50 gel. No! That's too much. I started to leave and they stopped me. I got it for 40 gel, which is about $25
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