I spent most of my time in Armenia with girls- Arpine, the girls at Albion, ladies at work, Larissa Markovnah, Kregg’s wife. Georgia proved to be a different story. I pulled into the train station and was met by Irakli Torua, who is about two feet taller than the average Armenian guy. He drove me to Irakli Saralidze’s house, where I stayed. We had some eggs and then loaded up the SUV to head out for some rifle practice with Artur and Tengis, Counterpart’s driver. Lucky for me, I was wearing my best pink rifle practice skirt.
During my stay, I felt like Wendy to the Lost Boys of Tbilisi. They clearly do not spend much time with women and are sometimes like a group of goofy 15 year old boys. I did some dish washing, shirt ironing (only because I offered and then insisted), and tried to explain why I could not finish my liter-sized beer at lunch. Or why I was satisfied with just one full quail for dinner.
I ended up spending all three days in the office catching up on Counterpart work and recruiting nonsense but was driven around the city at night by Irakli T., who thinks we may be in love.
Heading to Istanbul today to meet Joey and Kristin, then on to Athens where we will find Nora, then Mykonos, back to Athens and finally home via London and New York.
Bangarang!
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