Flight backMay 6, 2018 in Georgia ⋅ ⛅ 18 °C
At 12.30am it's unfortunately time to get to the airport.
As I have cunningly smuggled a T-shirt into the restaurant by hiding it in my bag, I manage to get changed in the restroom while my travel mates have (again!) to get undressed on the bus or on the road... The weirdest part of it all is that it doesn't even feel strange anymore! We must have been "Georgianised"... 😂
When we finally start moving, I realise there is an extra person on the bus: a random guy has just jumped on our vehicle and is now sitting on the floor next to Lasha. Again, I am probably getting used to local habits, as I stopped asking myself too many questions and I simply accept the fact that we have an extra unnamed&unintroduced passenger...
Our lovely crazy driver decides to make this last ride with us truly unforgettable by putting on Latin American music at ear-deafening volume... and obviously starts dancing without caring about the steering wheel! I seriously wonder what's the car accident rate in this country...🤔
Despite the fact that he made me fear for my life every time I was sitting in the front seat, I will seriously miss this guy and his crazyness: even if our conversations never went beyond "mádlova", "gamardzoba" and "kargad" (basically... thank you, hello and goodbye), he has really found his way into our hearts with his joyful way of blowing the horn to make us laugh, his carefulness when zigzagging through the cows strolling on the roads making sure not to harm any of them and his constant smile despite the endless hours he had to drive for us on unbelievable roads. When a person has a big heart, no verbal communication is needed.
After giving Lasha a big hug and a sad "Kargad" knowing I will very likely never see him again, I head with the rest of the group towards the airport, where the check-in counter is obviously still closed (after being late for the whole trip, we are now 4 hours early!). When the Turkish Airways staff finally shows up and starts the check-in procedures, I manage to trick the poor employee behind the counter into not weighing my obviously-overweight trolley by showing him I already had the "cabin baggage approved" tag (that I obviously never removed since we left Munich... 😎).
I realise that many of my travel mates have the Star Alliance card and can therefore go to the premium lounge.... and bring one guest each! Thanks to Silvio, I get can join them and wait for our boarding time in total relax, but not before trying to spend my last lari coins in the duty-free shop (that seems to have adopted European prices and tries to trick tourists by showing prices in euros and making them think it's actually lari!).
It's now time to leave this unforgettable country and return to our every-day life in Munich. And, as usual always a great holiday, while we are finally taking off I have this bitter-sweet feeling overwhelming me.
Because yes, another adventure is over. But I am going back home enriched with new memories and amazing friends.
And if there's anything that life has thought me, it's that farewells are most of the time just a "see you again one day".
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