Wednesday, March 27, 2013

From here to there

When you need to get somewhere in Georgia, you don't really have that many options for transportation. If you have a little extra lari in your pocket, you can arrange for a shared taxi, or, depending on where you're heading, you can take an air-conditioned bus. But most of the time, you're going to be traveling on a marsh, which is short for marshrutka.

Marshrutka is a Russian word that means "minibus". It is a form of shared public transportation with a set fee, but no set stops – you can literally get on and off wherever you want. Most marshes hold between 16-20 passengers; although in the cities where seats are not required for every passenger, there's more likely to be 30-35.

Georgia has all kinds of marshrutkas. If you're lucky, you'll find yourself on a newer, cleaner one that has comfortable seats, lots of legroom, and windows that open. But most of the time, you're going to end up on a rickety, old, rusted one where the seats are barely bolted down, springs are jabbing you in the back, funky smells are coming from the curtains, and the windows don't open. Never mind the awful Russian pop music blaring from the speakers.

Old Tbilisi marsh
New Tbilisi marsh

Marshrutka station
Inside a typical marsh

When you get on a marshrutka, you might not know when it's leaving or when it will arrive at your destination, but you will know you're in for a real treat. At least half of your trip will be spent driving on the wrong side of the road with oncoming traffic headed straight towards you. You'll swerve on the shoulder several times to avoid hitting the slow moving car (or cow) in front of you and you'll get a headache from the number of times your heads bangs against the window. At some point, you'll either get pulled over by the police or your marsh will simply break down.

Obviously, marshes can be a little rough at times, but on the plus side, they're inexpensive and convenient. To give you an idea of how much fun a marsh can be (!), here are a few things that have happened in my two years in Georgia (and yes, all of these are true and have happened, albeit mostly to my friends):
  • It's obvious you're not Georgian, so everyone will stare at you, lean over you to see what you're reading, and try to talk to you; on the flip side, they'll also give you fruit and candy!
  • A mother will give you her baby to hold for the duration of the trip since her lap is full of packages.
  • An unhappy rooster will be crammed in a cage in the aisle and will crow for several straight hours.
  • The driver will pull over to deliver a package (or wads of cash) to a random stranger waiting on the side of the road; it's like free FedEx in Georgia! He might even pull over just to chat with someone for a few minutes.
  • Cows, sheep and goats will wander down the middle of the road with absolutely no regard to traffic, causing your driver to slam on the brakes and subsequently, causing you to slam into the seat in front of you.
  • The marshutka will break down, requiring everyone to get off and find another way to get to his or her destination. This one is especially fun to deal with when you don't speak the language very well…
  • An incredibly drunk or hung-over man will pass out on your shoulder – or a very tired and usually very large grandma will pass out on your shoulder.
  • You will be traveling with roughly 20 people who are all afraid of fresh air (didn't you know it will make you sick?!), which means all of the windows will be closed, leaving you gasping for air.
  • Your legs will suddenly be wet and you realize the old lady standing next to you just couldn’t hold it anymore.
  • The little girl behind you, who just finished eating a snack, will throw up all over the back of your head – and!! you won’t be home for another 5 hours, which means you're not washing it out anytime soon.
  • The no smoking signs are obeyed by all passengers, except the driver, who will not only smoke the entire trip but will also manage to ash all over you.
  • The driver will tell you the marsh will be leaving "soon… in 5 minutes" for 3 straight hours (and sadly, you believe him every time he says "soon!").
  • The driver will take a turn a little too fast and you will find yourself, with your seat, flying across the marshrutka because it wasn't properly bolted down.

All of those "interesting" events aside, I've found that marshutkas can be pleasurable. Sometimes, believe it or not, I even look forward to a few quiet hours on a marsh. I can put in my headphones and zone out for several hours. I can catch up on my reading. Or I can simply stare out of the window at the incredible views I'm guaranteed to see, no matter where in Georgia I'm traveling. That being said, I'm more than ready to have my own car again. To be able to go where I want, when I want, with the people, temperature and music I want… that's my idea of pure luxury.

1 comment:

  1. For me, the best part was riding for hours with no air conditioning and trying to grab a whiff of fresh air by secretively cracking open a window. Getting caught meant dirty looks from those nearby who were fearful of catching a cold!