CHA CHA

May 27th Still Georgia... Birds sing through the night. A day of inhibitions let loose by a a drink called chacha. I'm very American; unfamiliar with the British penchant of exhibition-quality social binge drinking. Embarrassed and fascinated, cringing at a winery when noise and behavior bounded out of my comfort zone. I left the revel, which morphed into a disco truck and later in the evening a mini-bacchanal, and walked through the small village. I visited a new born baby calf and rode the bicycle of a very handsome young boy. A woman with startlingly sapphire eyes and few teeth displayed her gardening grace; the mosaic of plants, herbs and vegetables rivaled any museum landscape painting. Today's news was that we would not be allowed to travel to Tibet because of a change in rules. One needs at least four of the same nationals to get a travel permit and I am the only American, with two Canadians, one Australian and one Dane being told we are being dumped for two weeks while the Brits cruise drunkenly on. I'm not too bummed-out or worried..travel always involves contingencies. Man plans and God laughs. Bedtime.