First off, I am dying for mingrelin khachapuri with the cheese inside and the cheese on top.....

Anyways this is an old memoir from a English journalist living and flailing about in Georgia in a time where wars with ethnic cleansing were rampant in the region, power was spotty and on maybe 1-2 hours a day, and drugs, desperation, and no work was rampant in Georgia. It was a really good read, and while the landmarks, friendliness and warmth, beauty, and prose were all very familiar and nostalgic, the Georgia I travelled in has come along away. With a stable electrical grid, low crime rates, little drug use outside of club drugs (fentanyl is still a problem there too) and some work and some forms of stability it really seems like things have improved for the lives of people in the country.

Wendell writes well, and tells stories -- some of her own, more of local people and adventurous journalist expat types -- which tie in the regions long history and experiences within the USSR with the 90's conflicts that inform so much contempt and politics in the region today.

All in all, it really want some khachapuri.