ABSTRACT
That is a mouthful, I know. But it was exactly what the Tourist’s Guide to Soviet Georgia map I had picked up at the dysfunctional Sukhumi railway station suggested I had to do, less all the Position/Opposition jargon. The alternative was to try to talk my way back over the Russian frontier to the north, and then, if not jailed for spying, try to talk my way aboard a return illegal flight to Baku.
