"Arrr! Eleven landlubber Indians met Davy Jones at a Georgian ski spot—sayeth the embassy, 'tis a right calamity!"
2024-12-17
Arrr, me hearties! A dozen souls met Davy Jones at a curry house in Gudauri, where eleven fine Indian lads be part of the crew! The Indian Embassy be squawkin’ about this tragic tale of woe, but I say, keep yer rum close and yer curry closer!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round fer a tale of woe from the highland slopes of Gudauri, where a band of merry souls found their fates entwined in a most tragic mishap. Eleven fine Indian lads and lasses, among a dozen unfortunate souls, met their doom at a culinary establishment of the Indian persuasion. The Indian Embassy be spillin' the beans on this sorrowful affair.Word from the Georgian Interior Ministry be tellin' us that these poor souls were found lifeless in the eatery after a power generator, the scallywag, was placed too near the indoor quarters. Arrr, what a blunder! The reason fer their untimely demise be still shrouded in mystery, like the treasure map of a long-lost pirate.
As Gudauri be a favored spot fer skiers and revelers alike, this unfortunate incident be a harsh reminder that danger lurks in the most unlikely of places, even while ye be enjoyin' a hearty meal. So raise yer tankards, me mateys, and send a prayer to the great sea, for those who’ve crossed to Davy Jones' locker too soon. Let us laugh and cry, for life be a fickle mistress, indeed!