From last week’s exploring the origin of the Georgian identity, let Miss Hoggy make some toasts to what makes Georgia, well, Georgia.
Toast to the GMT that defines time. Oh no, it’s not the Greenwich Meridian Time. Let Miss Hoggy redefine it. It’s Georgia Maybe Time, which the time for your appointment is just an approximation. Ladies, we can dabble a little longer with our make-up and we would still be early.
Toast to the coin purse that carry your tetris. No, not the game Tetris, but the Georgian coins tetris (notice the subtle difference of the smaller case?), where it’s the necessity for the Georgian monetary system called “The Exact Change.” If not, you make some shopkeeper run all over just get you your 8 Lari change, or if it’s a taxi driver, you’ll might as well not expect the expected change.
Toast to the marshrutkas, without them, Georgia would stop. They’re faster than trains, crazier than taxi drivers and runs surprisingly more punctual than the GMT, most of the time. It’s the only way to travel, though you might need to compromise with certain smells sometimes, certain passengers sometimes and certain lack of sitting rooms sometimes. Oh but at least the drivers are honest, unlike a cabby variety.
Toast to toasts itself, to God and to love, and Georgian surely has reinvented it. What with? With wine a-plenty of course. Readily available in every home, in forms of homebrew. Yeah, only the fancypants drink wine from a proper winery. Wine, I think, we’ve established that it’s already been here even before Georgia can say Georgia. A bottle of wine as an arrival gift in the airport is a pretty big hint.
Next post, Miss Hoggy is going to take you through on how to ride a marshrutka. And more.