final morning

[unbibium]

I'm about to check out of the hotel. I have the entire morning in which to do absolutely nothing; I'm all packed and everything.

I'm also fresh out of cash, but I at least need to get to the airport.

Every so often, a car with loudspeakers drives outside out hotel babbling some nonsensse, probably ads. Last night it was a guy singing...

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babbling nonsense

[vardissakheli.livejournal.com]

I still haven't figured out what the guy who wandered up into our neighborhood in Tbilisi yelled repeatedly every morning. I could swear it was "Bottles! Guts! Pumpkins!" (in Georgian).