Easter as an expat living in Georgia in the Caucasus is very different to the Easters I grew up with in Britain. Easter is also later in Georgia, but all my friends in the UK are enjoying the Easter break so it is sometimes strange to be caught somewhere between two cultures. In Georgia, eggs are painted red, with roots taken from the forest, but in Britain we paint our eggs all different colours, and do things like roll them down a hill. No chocolate eggs in Georgia either, or hot cross buns. Funny how celebration of the same event can lead to such different holiday activities. Thanks for sharing your Easter blog, was so lovely to see:))
Egg Rolling turned out to be quite fun. We gathered in the Garden Gate pub with two painted hard-boiled eggs each. Jorge and I decorated ours with nail polish, Lucy and Danny with water colours and Sharpies, and Kasia and Janka with markers. We sat near the fireplace and asked a friendly and cooperative bartender to judge the best design for the winning prize of Cadbury’s caramel eggs. He chose Janka’s:
And then we set out for Parliament Hill on Hampstead Heath on a misty Easter afternoon to scope out the best slope with the fewest grass tufts.
And the games began!
Afterwards, we had to scope out the carnage, check on the survivors that could go on to round two and gather the casualties into the egg graveyard. Here’s the wreckage:
And the graveyard:
But the winner who rolled the furthest was Danny’s egg! Prize: Big chocolate egg with…
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