I took a slow train in Georgia past a Soviet spa town and vineyards to the sea

I took a slow train in Georgia past a Soviet spa town and vineyards to the sea

It was 8am at Tbilisi Central Station, and the 870 service had seen better days. Faded Soviet-era wagons waited on the tracks, the red and white livery of Georgian Railways hidden beneath thick layers of grime. Men in dark jackets hurriedly smoked their last cigarettes on the platform, and a smartly dressed conductor checked mobile e-tickets. #color-context-related-article-3792879 {--inews-color-primary: #46A3E0;--inews-color-secondary: #EBF5FC;…