As usual, I took a few walkabouts to get to know the place. Close to Choga, apparently. I didn't walk quite that far. We were in Chorutsku. Or something. Pretty close to Abkhazia, for those of you keeping score at home.
Old Soviet murals are everywhere, always a little crumbly.
Yuri's driveway passes over a canal full of what I assume to be sewer water, though I hope not, since I also saw a bunch of boys swimming in it.
Of course, a little trash never hurt anybody, right?
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