I stayed at Pushkin 10 Hostel my first night in Tbilisi and in between my subsequent adventures in various parts of the country. It’s a friendly, well run establishment in the heart of the old city.
Despite the contents of the fridge, the atmosphere at Pushkin 10 is quite responsible and you can count on getting a decent night of sleep there. This is not to say it’s stodgy, either. Soon after I arrived, I made a pack of instant friends from New York, Mumbai and Hong Kong. We went out to Puris Sakhli (Bread House), and spent the whole evening drinking Georgian wine and sampling delicious khachapuri (cheese bread), kharcho soup, khinkali (dumplings), and pkhali (paté of ground walnuts, garlic and vegetables).
Maybe it’s because Georgia is not considered a “starter” country for backpackers, but over the next two weeks I was struck by how old we all are nowadays, not just at Pushkin 10, but in the marshrutkas and the guesthouses all over the country. Thirty is young for a backpacker now. When we started talking, many of us turned out to be bankers and lawyers. Teenagers and students can’t afford to go out and see the world anymore.
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