At the bottom of my mountain, on the way into Tbilisi, is the Central Railway Station. I pass it sometimes on my walks. From here you can get a train to the airport and to other Georgian towns and cities as well to Yerevan, the capital of Armenia, and Baku, the capital of Azerbaijan. The tall person took a photo of some Georgian Railway train carriages.
The railway tracks separate my neighbourhood from the rest of Tbilisi. My petshop is on the other side and so is the McDonald’s restaurant on Marjanishvile Street that the little person and De and the tall person go to. So, if we want to go that way we have to walk under a bridge. The bridge is like a little tunnel and is dark and noisy because of all the cars. If a train passes over the bridge when we are walking under it the rumbling noise is very loud.
The tall person took this next picture from inside the railway station in winter time. You can see a long line of fuel wagons. They are very dirty and need a clean! The left hand side of the railway tracks is the beginning of my neighbourhood and the right hand side leads down to the Mt’k’vari (Kura) River that runs through the middle of Tbilisi. The big building at the top centre is the shopping mall where the tall person and De sometimes shop but more importantly it is where they get my bones. A row of trees have been planted on the front of the mall but they are too high for me to sniff.
In this next picture, taken in winter, you can see the lower slopes of the mountain where I live. If you look closely you can see snow on the mountains.
The tall person told me that there are plans to close the central railway station and replace it with a bypass connection north of the city in the coming years. If that happens I think I will miss the rumbling trains.
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