Breakfast was much better today despite nursing a hang over from last night thanks guys!) I say "breakfast" - more like a lunch. A very nice beef soup.
|Lovely soup and tea for "breakfast"|
|The cafe is next door to (and also owned) the puppet show|
It wasn't addressed to me and it suggested that the flight had been changed to 1st June - yesterday! Eek! Within minutes I got a corrected e-mail directed to me saying that the date hadn't changed, just the departure time. This could be awkward. It was always going to be an early flight anyway but now it made me wonder what time I'd have to get to the airport and how much would a taxi charge to make a pick up in the middle of the night.
My reply to the e-mail bounced and I'd also tried to check-in on line and that failed too. Problems. Problems.
What to do?
Google told me where the offices of Georgian Airlines were - just 15 minutes walk away - but that they were closed. I figured that as I was getting e-mails maybe someone was there so I set off to try to sort it out.
I got there soon enough but the security guard there told me they were closed (in Russian) and so that was that. Next idea was to go to a travel agent and see if they could call them. But Maps.Me only listed three in Tblisi and they were miles away. I asked a young group (most likely to speak English) and I was directed to a place she knew. But it turned out that place had closed or moved or something. So I decided to go back to the "hotel" and do some on-line inquiries.
Phew. At least it was just about sorted. I knew I just had to get to the airport in the middle of the night, so I could set off in the rain to do a bit more Tblisi exploring.
There's also a most unlikely monument to Ronald Reagan...
|River view from the other side|
The driver reminded me of Sepp Blatter. When I suggested the fare might be 5 Lari he laughed.
"Dyecet! (ten)" he chortled.
I wasn't in a position to argue and, to be fair, the traffic was bad.
|"Sepp" liked the idea of a selfie|
So what's the big deal about Dinamo Tblisi?
Well, they were always one of the iconic sides in the old Soviet league and the CCCP team that took part in internationals seemed to always have one or two of their players. My first exposure to the fact that Georgia existed and people there had odd-sounding names was when I bought my Mexico 1970 football sticker book.
Revas Dzodzuashvili was their right back. What a name. It's one of the few I remember, even today from that World Cup.
Tblisi won the Soviet league in 1964 and 1978.
|1964 Soviet champions|
|Commemorative plaque to that squad on the gates to the ground even today|
|Soviet champions 1978|
Dinamo drew Liverpool in the first round. Liverpool won the first leg 2-1 but they were in for a shock when they came to Tblisi for the second leg. Tblisi stunned the reds with a 3-0 win.
Hamburg beat them in the next round though, ending their dream of European silverware.
These arches at the stadium must have been around in those days.
|Dinamo kit today|
Dinamo Tblisi won the Soviet cup that same season, though, which gave them qualification again to Europe. This time is was the Cup Winners Cup and this time they went on to win it in Germany beating East German side Carl Zeiss Jena.
|Cup winners commemorated on the other gate wall at the stadium|
|Stadium today - always wondered why they use a Latin "D" in their symbol, rather than a Cyrillic, or Georgian one.|
|Rugby set up when I was there|
The stadium is impressive and it seems to be used for all sorts of businesses not all to do with sport. There was a fireworks shop and a T-shirt printer.
|Fireworks on sale at the ground now|
|Fireworks shop outside the stadium|
|Whilst waiting, noticed this old counting machine|
|The T-shirt shop is part of the stadium|
|My design: Algisi - Georgia 2018|
|Hard luck, Liverpool. 3-0|
They're ranked 96th in the world which sounds bad until you realise there are over 250 teams.
Anyway after Dinamo, I set off to find the funicular and headed up the misty hills over Tblisi.
|Lovely leafy streets|
|Cross of St George flying over the gloom|
|Confronted with spaghetti junction, I flagged a taxi|
|Finally, almost there|
|Tblisi Funicular is next to Vilnius Park|
|The view from the top|
|Grand restaurant - with a view|
|Pot of stew and a glass of wine... lovely|
|Delicious tarragon flavoured stew|
|Front row seats for the trip down|
On the way back to the city I came a cross a quaint little shop with a kind of a bar at the back. It was, appropriately, called Cha Cha Corner because that was what was being sold. The English guys ha told me about this so I thought I should at least try a little, "just to taste" as Jonas, my father-in-law might have said.
The woman who runs the store was so sweet and, now I have Russian downloaded to my phone I could have a half decent, if heavily punctuated with Google Translate stops, conversation. She kindly poured out a sample for me but I really can't stand anything that strong. When I told her about Lithuanian Krupnikas (honey liqueur) she poured out another that, she said, was also made from honey. I honestly couldn't tell the difference.
I offered to pay for the drinks but she said the tasting was complimentary. Madloba!!
|Cha Cha is like rocket fuel|
|Lovely shop, shame about the Cha Cha|
Tblisi's streets has lots of court yards like this which seem to be from a bygone age.
I also stopped to look at a restaurant that was recommended because of its building. Some kind of literary society, I think.
Last of all, I ended up back as Vino underground where I re-sampled exactly the same wine I had the first night. Very nice this time.
Then, I went back to my room and packed, having first checked the bus stop which went to the airport and confirmed from a couple of people that it did, indeed, run through the night.
I had even had an hour's kip before leaving Old Tblisi Gate and walking through the tiny narrow streets of the old town at 2:30 am - feeling completely safe, I have to add. The final drama in Tblisi was not being able to buy a ticket at the machine. I should have bought a travel card earlier, I think. Anyway, a very kind man tried to help me but when he realised that I didn't have card he just said...
When the bus came, he gestured for me to get on with him and then he paid for my fare with his card and gave me the ticket. When I offered to pay him for it he just shook his head and smiled.
Georgian people might not smile that much but the ones I've interacted with are all very kind and friendly.
Next stop, Yerevan!