Glory to SE
The travellers.
When you go to Georgia, take a backup liver. With the usual set of organs, the beauty of this country is difficult to grasp. The landscapes there are incredible, and hospitality reaches fury. Guests are given more rights not to attend work than a leg fracture or cholera. In the depths, a guest is considered a common prey, it is celebrated by the whole village, each time as the last.
Our acquaintance Robert with a group of water tourists returned from Georgia. Usually, the Aquarians sing the song of "crossroads", remember the broken veils and how ridiculously Edik crushed his head. After Georgia, everyone was silent and looked away in love. Some could not remember if there was water there.
Swimming on our rivers is a separate horizontal pleasure. The direction of the current is guessed by guessing maps. The flooding without waves takes years. In Latvia there are swamps and one conditionally breaking shore. All three of these dangers are known to tourists. They wanted real wild mountains and rivers. The tour firm gave a bonus to a wild driver on a wild truck. The driver considered it a humiliation. Over the breaks he sang songs and danced for illustration. After five minutes of travel, there are no dangerous adventures in the world. To say goodbye, the driver gave five liters of the best wine in the northern hemisphere. Such a cautious assessment was based on the fact that the driver was not in Australia and does not know how to get there.
There are three kilometers to the river, and it feels like a hundred. Immediately met the chaban in the papaya and with the oak. The shepherd did not ask why the boats were in the mountains. He was also not interested in political news, currency exchange rates and football results. He just asked what these people were drinking. He was shown the best wine of the Northern Hemisphere. The old man nodded his head. It was bitter and shameful for him for the whole district of Hevsureti, where guests are sung by a scapegoat. If there were ammunition, he would catch up and shoot that truck. Chaban gave the tourists his wine, five liters. No one can fool your dear guests. Down from the mountains to the ground, late at night, in their Mukhosransk, carried by snow on the door pen, curving at night on a bench, as the poet Brodsky would say, they will find something to remember. Chaban was drained with money, and only a lack of ammunition prevented the gun from responding to such an insult.
For ten days, tourists fell on a Georgian river with varying degrees of responsibility. It was not scary. I tried not to shake anything. Overnight in supposedly deserted places, they gathered a good wine stream. It turns out, absolutely every Georgian knows where to get the best wine in the world. He usually makes it by his grandfather’s recipe. Between the grandfather’s wine and the nearest quality vinegar from the neighbor’s Givi, there is a cosmic difference. The term “losing innocence” in Georgia is not associated with naked babies, only with the tasting of alcohol. For refusing to drink, even a very good person can be shot.
Ten days later, the waters were on the road. A beautiful country revolved around. The first police car arrived. The officer immediately realized that they were alcoholics. Boats carry for sight, but only to eat. He nodded his head and asked not to lie down. He left, but immediately returned with his wine, five liters. Less dishes are not produced in Georgia. This, he said, is a real jewel. Very similar to the legendary French Romance Conti DRC of 1934, but markedly better. And if there is a better wine in the world, let the policeman not come down. He immediately came out, which proved everything. He said to rest not in a hurry, the police will warn, do not pay attention. He stood up nearby with a flashlight on. Tourists are upset. They began to tell a new friend, what a wonderful people here, soulful people, no one to protect. Dick, kiss, in a month you won't leave, the policeman objected. A year ago, the Estonian group was released by the entire department, with a footwork and a weekly feast of reconciliation afterwards.
From this knowledgeable story, I derived the following. The battle of the bobra with the donkey in the Georgian religious tradition will not end in an apocalypse, but in a feast with songs. When everyone loves you, there is nowhere to go, you have to love in response.
The second. Regardless of the taste, always praise everyone. You swear that you have never drank the best wine and will never be able to drink it again. Same with cheese. It is beautiful, no matter what the shoes smell. I myself carefully follow this rule, thanks to which I became a good interlocutor and expert in cooking.