Such a contrast arriving at Tbilisi airport, Georgia. Short queue at passport control, the girl glanced at my passport, stamped it, handed me a half bottle of wine and wished me a pleasant stay.
Good feelings soon dispelled by taxi drivers trying to double the price of trip to city (as usual).
Dropped by a dark alley, no sign of hotel. Luckily a lady who had studied in England and her husband helped me find the place which turned out to be a private appartment on the top floor of a block of old buildings above shops.
Nice room though and modern bathroom.
Decided to leave for the country first thing and explore Tbilisi later.
Good feelings soon dispelled by taxi drivers trying to double the price of trip to city (as usual).
Dropped by a dark alley, no sign of hotel. Luckily a lady who had studied in England and her husband helped me find the place which turned out to be a private appartment on the top floor of a block of old buildings above shops.
Nice room though and modern bathroom.
Decided to leave for the country first thing and explore Tbilisi later.
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