There were no trains until this evening, and I couldn't find a bus, so for £30 I got a taxi to Kutaisi. My driver was a very nice young man called Shota who insisted on providing a luncheon of a speciality bread. It was still hot when I got it. Glazed with sugar and containing a few rasins.
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The drive was pretty hairy.
And now I am here (click this link enjoying a coffee before I search for accommodation.