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THE JOVIAL MEN at the top of the Datvisjvari Pass have a rule: Anyone who wants to drive through it must drink a thimbleful of chacha, a local moonshine potent enough to power cars. As I approached, it seemed like this tipsy crew—who were working on the single-lane road leading from Georgia’s capital, Tbilisi, into the mountain province of Khevsureti—had been on a break. They were snacking on khachapuri, the Georgian cheese bread, and knocking back chacha.
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