On ‘The excessively hospitable state of mind of Georgian people’

Do harm to no-one; but rather help all people, as far as lies in your power‘ said by Arthur Schopenhauer in ‘On the Basis of Morality‘ and could actually be considered as a leading principle of Georgian culture and hospitality.

The rather small country in the Caucasian (compared with the enormity of its neighbour, notably Russia) is populated by +/-4 million people, of which one third lives in the capital. The largest majority of Georgian’s population practices Orthodox Christianity faithfully and locals are proud of being one of the very first nations of having adopted Christianity as state religion. Famous mostly for their historic significance as guards of the Golden Fleece, Georgia’s region of Colchis (presumably from Kartvelian) appears in one of the most famous European stories written by Homer. Georgia is furthermore also known for its downfall after the Soviet era and its political crisis that accompanied the nation for most of the 90s. However, the small Caucasian country is truly outstanding for its geographic position, which enabled it to have a strong economy during the times of the silk road, largely due to its location. And despite the small surface of Georgia, great varieties in topographies can be found within its borders, mostly influenced by the Caucasian mountains and the Black Sea. Not only does this affect local culture and dialects, but offers an interesting insight for foreigners.800px-Flag_of_Georgia_(bordered)

Linked are all of those different ethnicities by their welcoming hospitality that will surprise all outsider and often put them into a situation of discomfort. Without any bad ulterior motive, locals will invite strangers (and also their friends and family members) to their best wine and food without hesitation. For members of the Western civilization, these traditions are extremely opposite to their every-day life. Apprentices to this culture will surely propose some money or other goods instead, which will be refused by the host; perhaps he might even feel insulted.

Here are some examples that I had the pleasure to experience on first hand during a trip with a couple of friends through Georgia and my stay in the smaller city of Rustavi (a population of about 120,000 people):
•    In Rustavi: As I invited a local friend on a beer (which would have resulted in a cosy binge drinking), he suggested moving to his home and buy beer from a store for economic reasons. Once arrived in his garden, his father promptly welcomed me and offered me some of his home brewed wine instead. Surprised by an intense cloudburst, we fled into their hours where I was given their best wine produced by a monastery which is situated high up in the mountains. Not only was it an excellent beverage, but the father saved this precious gift for more than 5 years. One can only too well understand, what I’ve been through as I couldn’t figure out how a stranger can offer such a precious thing to another one, although I’m befriended to one of his sons. Even if I realized that friendship and peace are far more valuable than this wine (which the father told me repeatedly during his toasts),  a certain uneasiness engulfed me at that moment. Taking into account that it was my first real experience with local traditions, I was glad when I could leave their home after having kindly refused further drinking in a local pub. My friend then walked me home, explaining that nobody expects any money back.
•    On the road: Hitch-hiking in Georgia is one of the fastest and most marvelous ways of traveling around. Usually one does not wait longer than 10 minutes (sometimes it only takes a couple of seconds) until a friendly drivers accepts you in his car, where you experience the down side of Georgia: The roads and the terrible chaos on the streets are just a routine and are probably based on some kind of Darwinistic principle. If you’re not fit enough for it, you will eventually face some heart attack.
•    While driving: Drivers try to put their passenger at ease by offering them fruits, local food, bread, water or any kind of nutriments. They might even invite you to a restaurant and refuse anything in return. Even when their passengers reject eating (be it because of the limited capacity of their bellies or because their simply do not wish to eat), this will certainly not put an end to the driver’s friendliness. Those few drivers who do not offer any food might just offer you a place to stay for the night.
•    Being hosted by locals: It doesn’t matter if you’re complete strangers to them; not only will they offer a safe place to stay for the night, but you’ll be given typical food and wine and chacha (latter may sound attractive, but one cannot know if it’s actually safe for consumption. Traditionally people will serve it from plastic bottles. Generally there is no problem concerning methanol. The chance of turning blind is extremely little). Guests will not be granted any renunciation from further feasting.

Hospitality in Georgia is a common good and will be offered to practically anybody who enjoys the privilege of visiting the picturesque landscapes of Saqartvelo (name of Georgia in the local tongue).
The precious state of mind of Georgian people is far more valuable than material estates, without limit to foreigners and can therefore be described as a  trans-boundary gift. In it’s greatness it is unique, however, sometimes locals appear to be excessively hospital, which might startle outsiders to these traditions. Nevertheless, the generosity is unconditional; people don’t work for their personal agenda and don’t expect anything in return. In case that the former host needs a hand, the former guest will traditionally give a service back.
It is not without reason that the ancient Georgian proverb says ‘Every guest is God-sent‘. Even if there are icons or crosses hanging somewhere in every drivers car, and Christian doctrines and helpfulness can be considered related, there is no real connection between both. Georgians are naturally hospitable, a state of mind formed by traditions.

Blog introduction

What would be the best way to start a blog? Certainly not without any preparation, anything interesting to tell the world, with alcoholic left-overs from the party the day before or a lack of sleep. Indeed it also seems foolish to start writing without actually knowing what a blog is: A tool to share experience? A way of being seen by others? Perhaps an opportunity of making money, be it by getting offers to write for newspapers (or something related) or just by advertising?
Honestly, it could be all of these. Perhaps Wikipedia can help me out on this!
Many blogs provide commentary on a particular subject; others function as more personal online diaries; others function more as online brand advertising of a particular individual or company. A typical blog combines text, images, and links to other blogs, Web Pages, and other media related to its topic.’ With this knowledge in mind, it might be easier to start with the stuff from the beginning of my introduction.
I’m about to do all of these things. Enjoying a little post-party feeling while trying to figure out what’s the best way how to start writing this. The crucial part about any kind of blog is, of course, the experience that form the work. The ‘wisdom’ that one needs to share. The experience one has gathered throughout a travel, a lifetime, a moment and that must be epitomize in some way.Svaneti

And still I haven’t even started talking about what this blog is actually about. What I need to share with others; a community unknown to me (considering this will go public). The blog – as for a beginning – will describe my experiences in the picturesque country of GEORGIA, the respectively small country in the Caucasian area, when compared to Russia. I came here as an EVS (European Volunteering Service) for a total duration of 8 months. In the moderately small city of Rustavi my task shall be the teaching of English to children in the International Scout Center.
This task, however, hasn’t started yet. I also haven’t gotten any official language lessons yet. We volunteers also haven’t received the bikes that have been promised to us. This is a Georgian particularity and will certainly be discussed later on in my blog.

You might be wondering about the peculiar name of my blog: NoMethDragon. If you want to look at this blog from a befriended blogger who’s in Armenia at the moment, you can understand why I decided to write slightly differently: http://www.dragonandmethrougspace.blogspot.am/2013/12/intro.html

This is the end of the introduction, a starter to a long stretched Supra (Georgian feast). I will provide you with a wide array of wine, food and toasts – everything you need for a lovely evening with friends. Evenings to be remembered. Ways of sharing experiences with your dear ones. This blog will be our Supra and I’ll guide you through it as the Tamada.
Please do enjoy