April 1, 2023. I’m driving to Mtatsminda with my family and two Hungarian friends. We get stuck in a little artificial traffic jam on Leonidze Street. The reason is simple: a woman is trying to park her car. Even if the place is so big that you could easily hold a horse race there.

First, try! It did not work…

Second try! No result…

Waiting patiently for her. We have no choice – twelve other cars have already gathered behind us. Somewhere around the 5th attempt finally she does it. The road is open, let’s go! But when driving by her car, I’m whispering moodily to myself:

  • Women…

My guests burst out laughing, then one of them tells me:

  • Roma, remind me to tell you a story later about “20 centimeters”! You will understand why it’s so difficult for us women to park a car.

But first, I need to go back in time quite a lot to tell how these two Hungarians friends ended up in my car. (In the meantime, don’t forget about “20 centimeters”, I will pick up this story later!)

Me and Hungary

It’s 2021, and I’ve got a call on WhatsApp. Mr. Tomas greets me on the other end. His interest is a 5-day tour to Tusheti. After lots of correspondence, pesky details, and we finally agree. The tour is booked. But during the correspondence, I found out that most of the group would be Hungarians. So, what did I know about Hungary at that time?

Almost nothing, except that the capital is called Budapest. It’s built on the banks of the Danube. One side is Buda, and the other side is Pest. Hungarians speak a wholly different language from other European countries. Also, the name of the country kind of sounds like “hungry” in English. So, this was all my knowledge at the time.

But before starting the tour, I decided to find more information about these people I had never met before. I determined that the name of this country comes not from “hungry”, but from the Huns. Hungarians have Caucasian roots and also have some vague connection with Attila, etc. In short, they are the odd ones out, different from everyone – but the coolest! Greatly impressed by their story (which I felt looked a bit like Georgia’s) I thought briefly: we will surely find something in common!

So, who is Tom?

Finally, the first day of the tour arrives. I’m meeting them at their hotel in Old Tbilisi. I see people with suitcases, some are blond, and some are dark. Most of them are confused, and all are extremely curious. There are lots of questions and somewhat concise answers from me. I’m trying to pay attention to everyone, and at the same time, I’m trying to find the tour organizer too. But here he is! His Excellency Mr. Tomas the Hungarian approaches me in a businesslike manner.

He’s built like Shete Gulukhaidze: low and muscular. He looks like he has crossed nine mountains. Wears a burgundy shirt 3 sizes too big for him, and wide pants (5 sizes too big) of the same color. Based on his profession, I can fully believe he’s just back from India. At first glance, he looks like a burgundy Djinn! We greet each other and exchange a few words about business. I can immediately see that he is a professional. Still smiling about his outfit, I already have a good feeling about him. Communication is now underway, and our tour is off to a perfect start!

To find out more about Tom, Please visit his page:

Móni and Julia

Surely you have already guessed that it was this tour where I met my two Hungarian friends. They came back to Georgia in 2022 to do Rider’s Dream Tour with me, and we further deepened our friendship.

So here we are in 2023: stuck on the Mtatsminda road, forced to enjoy a parking master class. Now I won’t take long. I’ll just say a few things quickly: these people are unpaid ambassadors of their country. Sincere, talented, and philanthropic. I am happy to have had the honor of meeting them. If I were Orbán, I would appoint these girls as the Ministers of Foreign Affairs for Hungary. I would actually ban them from staying in their country for more than 5 days a month – so that the world would get to know Hungary and the Hungarian nation even better from their mouths.

By the way, Moni is the best designer in Hungary. She is the one who presented me with the logo of my company. To find out more about her, please visit her page:

Julia is an amazing copywriter. She created the slogan for my web: “Expect the unexpected”. To find out more about her, please just leave a comment below the post. It depends on your comment who will answer you, she or her handsome husband. 🙂

Cause of the traffic jam in Hungarian, or the end of my story

Among joyful conversation, we walked down the flower-strewn stairs from Mtatsminda to Old Tbilisi.  The views were perfect, but the distance was quite long. We got quite tired by the end and finally stopped in a restaurant in Old Tbilisi. Suddenly Móni turns to me:

– So, do you know why all women find it difficult to park a car?

I have no idea; I remain silent.

– Because before marriage, every man convinces their woman that he has a 20-centimeter length!

Conclusion (or morale)

My Fellow Men! Don’t try to pretend to be a guy who isn’t you. Don’t try to pretend to possess something longer than you have in reality and don’t be like Givi Sikharulidze… Because if you do, your harmless lies will cause women to lose their ability to perceive length and space. And if that happens, the whole city will become paralyzed with traffic.

P.S. Now that I think, it would have been better to start directly with the conclusion. No man will read such a long post till the end. Therefore, no man will try to do better. And if someone does read it, it’s going to be a woman, and I will become even more convinced of the uselessness of the male kind. So, the city is still paralyzed. And I’m so tired of traffic jams!


Tours in Tusheti