On the way from Tblisi, we stopped at a farmhouse of some family friends, and they had a still in the back yard. They were distilling their version of grape moonshine. Babushka dipped a glass in the collecting tank and handed it to me, still warm. Powerful stuff! I got very inebriated very quickly. Then we had walnut and grape jerky (if you know what I’m talking about and you know what it’s called, let us know!) and bread and fatty sausage. What a country!