Georgia

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Leaving the Caucasus for… a while

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Leaving the Caucasus for… a while

The Caucasus region was meant to be a stop on my way to Mongolia. But, I stayed. Fell in love with Georgia. Came back, stayed longer. Fell in love with Armenia. Over the past three years I’ve been leaving – coming back, spending months at a time here.

Tskaltubo - A home away from war

Tskaltubo - A home away from war

"Those of us who fought in the war, we can’t ever go back. They’ve got our names in the system. If we come back, they’ll take us away. We’ve been living in this place for 24 years! What has the government done for us? They promise to finally resettle us into a new apartment block. We’ll see.” 

The Smoking Landscape of Rustavi

The Smoking Landscape of Rustavi

An important industrial centre during Soviet times, today Rustavi’s industrial area is much more akin to a ghost town. I don’t remember where I heard about this strange, eerie place, but a friend and I decided to visit it the other day.

Wine and shashlik in Sighnaghi

Wine and shashlik in Sighnaghi

“We were out collecting grapes all day. Now all we have to do is press them and then we’ll have a nice get-together. I came back especially for you. Really! Come!” 

The first Soviet cable roads

The first Soviet cable roads

At long, long last I’m in Georgia! I meant to get here last year, but my Landy had some issues which were “fixed” in remote parts of Turkey. The incredible work of those mechanics meant that I had to fix what was “fixed” at an official Landrover workshop in Izmir...

All images text and ideas © Mitchell Kanashkevich 2017

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