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| Khachapuri Adjaruli |
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| Gelati church near Kutaisi |
9th of August 2011, I got to Batumi.
So the “marshrutka” dropped me off somewhere in Batumi. At the very border I was introduced to Georgian hospitality. I got adopted by this Georgian guy who explained me how the bastards from the Turkish bus won’t come back so we need to take a marshrutka or taxi to the city. Once in the city I was shocked how dirty and poor everything looked, old school Soviet blocks of buildings falling apart, roads with no pavement, pipes and cables everywhere...
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| Cables and clothes everywhere between the buildings |
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| CCCP |
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| More cables and clothes |
But that was only one side of Batumi, later when I went to the Boulevard (the coast line) I saw the other, modern and shiny Batumi...Such a big contrast...The Georgians said that the government is investing tons of $ in it and the funny thing is that almost nowhere in Batumi they have hot water (in some houses no water at all, just twice a day for 1 or 2 hours) but instead of fixing that problem and invest in the water supply and sewerage they prefer to make the coast line really fancy.
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| Piaza |
I had a few phone numbers of people which my good friend Petra gave me as she was living in Batumi for 2 years. So I called Aaron, an American Peace Corps volunteer and we met up. Ok, I should write a bit more about Aaron cos he probably is gonna read this. He is a Jewish American but surprisingly he is alright. He actually introduced me to many of his friends and Petra’s old friends, was really helpful and careful in his own way. But most important, he has a great sense of humor and doesn’t get offended by my stupid jokes.
There is a bar in Batumi, called “Vinyl” where most of the foreigners hang out. The next few days I met a few of Petra’s old friends, spend some time with Mari and her boyfriend on the beach and roaming the streets of Batumi..
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| Khachapuri Adjaruli |
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| Khinkali |
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| Traditional "Kvas" |
I went for a day to the mountains, 1,5h away from Batumi in Shuakhevi with Aaron and his clumsy friend Adam (who was even worse than me – able to hurt himself any time), stayed in Aaron’s house (actually his host family) where he was living for the last year and a half as an English teacher in the local school. Really beautiful landscapes and a really nice family! They had water just for 2 hours per day thought...pretty sad because the river is just 100 m away...
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| On the way to Shuakevi |
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| Shuakhevi |
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| Adam |
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| Aaron and I, posing for a "special purpose" photo |
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| Aaron being an idiot. Have a look at the washed pampers at the back |
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| Beach drinking in Batumi |
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| Aaron and Adam dead on the beach in Batumi |
There was a birthday party full of Peace Corps volunteers in Sheraton in Batumi, then we went to a bar when it was raining heavily and I did one of my classic moves – falling down the stairs (at least 6-7 steps) so that was the result (was visible for 2 weeks):
After Batumi I went to Kutaisi to spend two days with Mari and her family, she was insisting that I visit her there and meet her twin sister Maiko. They took me to some beautiful old churches and monasteries outside the city (Motsameta monastery and Gelati church) and her mother prepared a really delicious dinner, traditional Georgian food and wine. I was quite sad to leave this nice family so soon but I had to go if I wanted to see more places in Georgia.
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| Kutaisi |
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| 11th centyry Bagrati roofless cathedral |
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| Motsameta monastery |
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| The praying corner in Mari's house |
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| Gelati church near Kutaisi |
After Kutaisi I headed south, to Borjomi, a town in the mountains where the famous Borjomi water comes from (it’s kind of gas water but salty and its considered as a good hangover’s remedy. I spent the day walking around the park, which is huuuge, and talking to a guy who i met there – it was really frustrating because I realized how bad my Russian is and how I can’t express myself properly (I had the same feeling so many times after that but that was the first time, so I decided to seriously work on my Russian).
I stayed in a cosy guesthouse I found in the Lonely planet (thanks Aaron), Its called Marina Zulmatashvili’s Homestay (12 €, nice big double rooms with a terrace), run by the nicest Georgian lady who was telling me her life story over a cup of tea until very late. There was hot water so I finally took a proper shower and even washed my clothes. I took a Russian exercise book from the guesthouse so I can work on my Russian.
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| Borjomi National park |
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| Borjomi Mineral Water park |
Next day I took a marshrutka to Vardzia. Vardzia is a cave city dug into the side of the Erusheli Mountain but two thirds of the city was destroyed by an earthquake. Nevetherless the church and lots of apartments and halls remain visitable and in some tunnels the old irrigation pipes still bring drinkable water. Its very similar to Cappadocia in Turkey, just quite smaller but the landscape was nicer.
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| On the way to Vardzia |
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| The view from the caves |
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| Little "sevillana" in Vardzia |
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| Vardzia |
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I was going to go directly to Tbilisi after that but suddenly my plans changed as a guy I contacted on CS and who turned out to be a friend of Aaron (I even had his number and was going to call him once in Tbilisi) told me that they are coming to the area to camp and after that they are going to Vardzia. So I got off the marshrutka 2 hours before Borjomi and met them there. It was Koka and Giorgi (Gosho) representing Georgia, Birgit (volunteer from Germany), Marina (couchsurfer from Ukraine) and me. We went to Abastumani to camp, near a river with a fire and everything, all the time munching Georgian bread and cheese, cucumbers and tomatoes. We tried to see the stars and the moon in the observatory nearby but after waiting for an hour on the queue, we gave up. Well, the sky was still beautiful. We had very long talks about Georgian culture, especially the virginity, marriages, drinking, relationships and women rights in Georgia – its all quite different to what we are used to in Europe. And don’t even start talking about Armenia with Georgians – even though all of them have Armenian friends, they don’t like Armenia (put it mildly), the conversation can turn into a war J. Next day I went back to Vardzia so they also see it and this time we went to Sarapa Monastery where the nuns were nice to let us in and give us some historical details.
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| The restaurant´s fridge |
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| Koka, Marina and Goshu |
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| Koka |
