I navigate by gas!

I always see a lot of pipes when I am out walking in the neighborhood. Pipes are everywhere.

The tall person explained that the pipes carry gas that supplies homes with fuel for cooking and for heating water for baths and showers. He said that because we live on a mountain of rock the pipes cannot be buried so they are above ground.

I know this network of pipes so well now that they are like a map. I don’t need satellite navigation – I navigate by gas!

When I see this pink painted pipe I know that I am nearly home.

The tall person told me that Georgia gets much of its gas from one of its adjacent neighbors, Azerbaijan. Wow, so my gas has come all the way from the Caspian Sea and through the maze of pipes in my neighborhood to my house.

But the gas pipes have to overcome many obstacles before they reach my house. You can see from these pictures that they cross roads and even pass between tree branches. Clever pipes!

Where ancestors rest

There is a cemetery in our neighborhood. It is on a hill near my house. I can see it from my balcony and I sometimes see people walking up the narrow path on the hillside on their way to visit their ancestors .

The tall person said that he wanted to go and see it and De said she would come too so we set off into the neighborhood, passing little people on their way to school and tall people going to work and ladies who sweep and keep our streets clean.

When we arrived at the cemetery De told us that on the first Monday after Easter it is traditional for people to visit their family graves and take wine and food and sit at tables and benches and eat and drink and remember the departed.

You can see from the pictures that the graves are enclosed. De told us that in Samegrelo Region in Western Georgia graves look like little houses.

The cemetery we visited is very old and many of the graves are of people who died a long time ago. It is a peaceful place.