Tskaltubo: Beauty in decay / Skoonheid in verval

Deure staan oop. Jy hoor druppende water. Veraf hol klanke. Ruik mos. In een groot saal hang ‘n yslike kandelaar wat begin uitmekaar val. Die ikoniese boom wat in ‘n balsaal staan is intussen dood. Oor alles lê ‘n groot hartseer gedrapeer.

Stepantsminda: Drama in snow / Drama in die sneeu

Anuta concentrated hard. I had to watch that side mirrors of the Fiat didn’t touch the trucks. Where cars could pull off, drivers were attaching chains to the wheels. We had no chains. On every sharp bend, the car slid in the sludge. Anuta clung to the wheel. The higher we climbed, the more dangerous it became.

Tbilisi: caught off-guard / onverhoeds betrap

Thinking back Tbilisi is an exceptional city that cannot be compared with any other. It is clean, quirky, old and new, modern with an old-world elegant charm, fresh and calm, beautiful – very beautiful.