🏜 Gori Note #10 — In Gori, You Should Shave Your Head
Why are haircuts expensive in a town with cheap groceries? Exploring Gori's service economics and the liberating rhythm of a nomadic lifestyle.
Why are haircuts expensive in a town with cheap groceries? Exploring Gori's service economics and the liberating rhythm of a nomadic lifestyle.
Why are there no pubs in Gori? A former bar owner explores how dissolved boundaries turn every home into a tavern and every yard into a bar.
A morning encounter with a goat in Gori blurs the lines between city and countryside. Discovering the hidden codes, rhythms, and quiet equilibrium of an unfamiliar world.
[Khachapuri — a Georgian cheese bread & Coffee Board in Gori, Georgia, Source: Myself] Gori has coffee, but no cafés. What does that even mean? To be precise, there is no “third place” — that concept Starbucks made universal, a…
[beef stroganoff(Left), kharcho(Right). Bread is Shoti. Traditional Georgian foods. Source: Myself] In Gori, unkindness is not dislike. A lack of a smile is not suspicion or hostility. It simply means that you are not recognized as a special personality. You…
Scene 1: Opening an Account I went to the Bank of Georgia, right across from Gori City Hall. To open an account for international transfers, you’ll need: Surprisingly, the front-desk staff spoke fluent English, while the regular bankers didn’t. So…
A deep phenomenological essay on boredom—why we feel it, how action and bodily control restore meaning, and what rhythm truly makes us alive.
[Gori bazaar and KFC, Source: Myself] The KFC in Gori is different. The fries come without salt, the ketchup costs extra, and the burger has no sauce—just a bun, lettuce, and a piece of fried chicken. At first, I thought…
Mornings in Gori move slowly. People are still asleep, and outside, a big stray dog strolls lazily across the street. (Gori has an odd charm—there are always large dogs sleeping along the sidewalks. See photo above.) On the table, there…
[Source: myself, gori town] I saw a young couple walking by the small river. They had a simple bottle of wine, plastic cups, and nowhere to go — just a bench, laughter, and time. They didn’t seem to need a…