Maybe some other countries near by, such as Iran, but lets do not go so far into the future.
I’m here and lets focus on Georgian part of my trip. I have spent few days in Borjomi. Met some great Girls from Poland (yes, once again, there is many Polish people traveling here). Actually they are ‘to blame’ for me taking this train to Tbilisi and collecting all those great pictures from the road.
At first I have dismissed the idea straight away after finding out it takes 5h. Tbilisi was actually 2h away by marshrutka.
Yes, I know what do you want to say. Maria, you? You love crazy transportation and you love pictures from the road!
Indeed I do love it. And indeed the series is all about pictures from the road, but I was on the road for almost 2,5 months. I think I was tired. Wanted to get to Tbilisi as fast as I could. To the civilized world of fancy cafes, cool bars, sophisticated restaurants, real ice-creams and the city buzz.
But Girls didn’t want to listen. I have been up-voted. So I have packed and like a good girl (who would say?) showed up on the train station in Borjomi at 15.45. Exactly an hour before. I managed to enjoy station’s restaurant with the tables out on the actual platform, before the train arrived. And I got some great pictures from the road after all.
Generally the train interior was a big surprise, seats were very big, soft and comfy. The compartment was very spacious and they had a very cool ticket machine. It required nothing more than putting 2GEL in. No need to press any button. No need to think hard or trying to make something out of complicated Georgian alphabet. Just put a coin in and take your ticket. Cool. In Poland, which seems to be so much more developed there, there is almost no automatic machines to buy tickets in the trains. While buying from the conductor end up with paying an extra fee usually.
The views were rewarding and I really didn’t regret taking a train after all. Lucky You Girls! The countryside in the light of sun going down was mesmerizing. The stations, old railways, broken cars on the side of the stations always catch my eye and camera. So one happy Marysia indeed.
Pictures from the Road
The best from a whole trip was a possibility to watch people, at the stations, outside of the houses, kids trying to race the train, passengers waiting, boarding and getting out. Priceless as an advertisement of famous credit card would say.
When the sun started getting really down and there was nothing more to see outside, no more ‘pictures from the road’. I have turn my eyes into the compartment to observe and imagine stories of other travellers lives.