This morning I woke up quite late. I was not out and the club yesterday but I felt like sleeping. I went out to the parc where I sat down writing. I had quite a lot to write so it felt nice to be able to finish at least one day's diary. But then a man came and started talking. I answered his questions and all by a sudden he wished that I should eat some Georgian dish with him, but I said no. After a couple of minutes he came to me again with these big pelmenis which he thought I would eat. It tasted okay, but nothing I would order again.
Okay, so then he leaved me again and I could write some more, but after about 30 minutes he came back and started to massage me. I said no thank you, but he continued. And as I kept saying no thank you and he continued, but even harder, then I have him one slap in the face and then another until he leaved me again, so by then I walked away. I like Georgian people, but why can't they let me be?
Instead I started walking and walked 10 kilometers before being back home again. I bought a bottle of water and some chocolate so I wish the rest of the evening will be relaxed. Love
I have to write for two days now. So I will start being telling you what happened yesterday and then continue in another entry about today. Okay?
But first, Saturday night I went out with two men from Canada. It was fun to hear their story about travelling.
So this is what I wrote yesterday but sadly couldn't save here.
"Hello, so let's speak about today. I will try to be short as I soon has to leave. Tonight my class mates and I (perhaps also two guys from Canada) will go out and celebrate Queen's day at a club. I can't understand why today, as the national day of the Netherlands it at April 30.
Okay, so I woke up this morning and was wondering what I should do. I had been out yesterday with the two boys from Canada so I was a bit overjoyed.
In Georgia it was Easter day and I was invited to go to Giorgi's home for celebrating. But after a cup of tea and some cake we went to his uncle. And there we had a supra, which means a party where you eat a lot and
drink a lot. Fun. But I found it hard to be there and not be shy. People were not exactly speaking English and a girl had to translate for me. I could not at all be part of the conversations and it felt strange. But I had a light flirt with a man, who looked like an ice hockey player in Belgium. But he spoke no English so that was it. Otherwise I could have talked to him. Instead he sat staring at me all dinner and I stared back. I also learned how to make khatchapuri, the national food, but I don't think I will cook it for my parents. It is perhaps not the healtiest food that you can eat.
Okay, I have to leave and I promise I will not buy any beers today. I will just be there and chill out.
Ps. I have got a very nice red egg today. I hope it will not broke before coming home, but it will surely do. Or it will turn rotten and smell bad. Hope not.