(Me at a winehouse in Tbilisi; bowing down to Heydar Bey; Standing in front of the mountains in Zagatala; My friend Josh giving the thumbs up to Georgian cuisine; Magnus, The Monstercat...may he rest in peace)
Under normal circumstances, being in Baku would be totally rad. Not being in Ujar, especially in winter when it's cold, cloudy, rainy, muddy, and generally gross in virtually every respect, is almost always a good thing. That is, unless you're in Baku for a Peace Corps conference. Under such circumstances I would almost rather be in Ujar freezing and bored to death than sitting here listening to government bureaucrats drone on and on and on about a bunch of nonsense. One fortunate part of the whole business is that PC is obliged to put me up in a nice hotel with a comfortable bed, English news on the TV, and INTERNET! YES!
Therefore, I am taking this opportunity to appease my poor, forlorn family members and friends who have been missing me and relentlessly begging me to post some pictures of my smiling countenance for them to coo and fawn over and such. So, here you are!
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