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Spring Break
in Georgia, 2019
By
Randall D.
Ball
Late
Friday night, Khalil took us to the airport for another of those early-morning
(3:00 AM) flights, this time to Doha for a ten-hour(!) layover where the
highlight was breakfast and lunch at the same restaurant. At least the Doha airport is ranked fourth in
the world, so not a bad place for a long stay (much better than Jeddah!). Then we took an evening flight to Tbilisi,
Georgia; our total flight time was almost half that of the time spent in the
Doha airport. A taciturn driver from the
hotel in Tbilisi met us at the airport and transferred us to the hotel Saturday
night.
Sunday
was a day to relax. Anastasia and I
walked around the neighborhood sometime after our late breakfast (we all slept
in after not getting much sleep on the short flights the previous night). She and I were scoping out potential eateries,
mostly, but we also walked around a few small parks in the area too. Then we all had a late lunch at a nearby
local restaurant, enjoying some very popular, traditional dumplings called khinkhali, plus a Georgian pizza and
some grilled pork. Grilled pork would
become a staple of our meals. The food
in Georgia was very good; we never had a bad meal. Even the hotel breakfast was good and varied,
with eggs (typically, scrambled, hard-boiled, and fried were all offered),
potatoes (mashed, salad or dumplings), sausages, cold cuts, cheese, pastries,
beets (yes, beets for breakfast—salad too), veggies, fresh bread, and jam.
Monday,
our tour actually started. It was
snowing in Tbilisi, much to the surprise of our guide for the day, George
(George from Georgia), who changed the schedule a bit for us to accommodate the
inclement weather. Instead of the
Tbilisi city tour scheduled, we would postpone that for the next day, opting
instead for the wine tour in the Kakheti region of eastern Georgia, where the
weather forecast was more pleasant that day.
The drive did take us into the mountains, so the girls not only saw
snow, but they saw it falling (a first for them). After brief stops at two side-by-side
mountain monasteries, the Shuamta Monasteries—the “new” one was 400 years old,
we visited the Tunnel Winery Khareba’s, where wine is stored in cave tunnels
six miles inside a mountain, about 26,000 bottles, according to the winery tour
guide. We had a brief tour of the winery
(only about half a mile of the cave tunnels, if that) and tasted a few samples before
heading to the wonderfully-quaint village of Signaghi—the “city of love.” We ate a huge lunch (also our dinner,
simultaneously) there: cooked beans in clay pots, grilled pork and chicken,
lamb stew, mushrooms—we were stuffed.
Afterwards, we toured the Monastery of St. Nino at Bodbe, with its
pretty terraces and gardens. It’s run by
nuns, and it shows. It’s a beautiful
location, with spectacular landscaping.
Then we headed back to Tbilisi with the sun setting against the rolling
hills. A picturesque ending to a very
pleasant day.
The
next day was our city tour, beginning with the new (2004) Holy Trinity Church,
an impressive, beautiful cathedral, the third-largest Orthodox cathedral in the
world after ones in St. Petersburg and Moscow.
As we drove around town, our guide (not the same fellow as yesterday’s
George, and we never quite caught his name, but it sounded a bit like
“Broccoli”) pointed out various landmarks, such as the opera house and
Tbilisi’s own “seven-star hotel,” the Biltmore.
At one point, he said, “On your left is U.S. Embassy.” He pointed; it was a McDonalds. It was also in town where I saw a car with a
University of Georgia Bulldogs sticker on it.
Funny stuff.
Then
a drive up a hill took us to the open-air Museum of Ethnography, showcasing
village life around Georgia with various houses from past eras. The highlight for the girls was chasing
little lizards there, but bigger animals—namely, stray dogs—were the biggest
zoological attraction in Georgia. The
country does well tracking and caring for these strays, which are ubiquitous
and mostly friendly, much to Talula’s delight in particular.
We
then drove through Old Town and up a mountain to Mtatsminda Park, a little
theme park with various attractions (Ferris wheel, roller coaster, ghost
castle, small wax museum, kiddie rides) and some stunning views of the city
below. Here, the animal contact became
the girls’ favorite part: a petting zoo,
with rabbits, cats, turtles, pigs, ostriches, horses, cows, goats, a lizard,
and a snake. Talula of course jumped at
the chance to hold the corn snake;
meanwhile, Anastasia spent half her time suspiciously eyeing the wandering
turkey in case it attacked.
We
had lunch (corn bread, cheese, veggies, chicken in garlic sauce) on the same
mountain top before returning to Old Town, where we took a cable car (something
else that frightened Anastasia) up to Narikala Fortress. From there, we made our way down the hill,
stopping at the sulfur baths district (a rickety, old, iron, winding outdoors
staircase to the waterfall was something else to scare poor Anastasia—today was
like Fear Factor for her), crossing the Bridge of Peace over the Mtkvari River,
and walking through Rike Park on our way back to the car and then the hotel.
The
following day, we drove to Mtskheta to walk about another hilltop location,
Jvari Monastery, with its beautiful views (and strategic military placement in
Medieval times). Then a longer drive
took us to Uplistsikhe Cave Town, where the girls really enjoyed climbing
around and exploring. Again, the views
were fantastic. Then we drove to Gori to
tour the Stalin Museum, his birth house, and his train wagon. Propaganda out of the way, we had lunch: corn
bread with beans in clay pots and more grilled pork. From there we returned to Mtskheta (the
actual town below in the valley, rather than the earlier hilltop spot) to visit
Svetitskhoveli, a cathedral where the robe of Jesus Christ is allegedly
kept. According to legend, a Georgia Jew
from Mtskheta was in Jerusalem when Christ was crucified, and he bought the
robe from a Roman soldier. He then gave
it to his sister, who became so overwhelmed she died on the spot, still
clutching the robe. They couldn’t get it
out of her death grasp, so she was buried at the church with the robe still in
her hands.
We
walked briefly around some markets in the little town and tried some ice cream
wine, which wasn’t bad. Then it was back
to the hotel. Shortly afterward,
Anastasia was hungry again (she is a bottomless pit these days), so I took her
out for pork shawarma.
When
we told the driver we were ready to go, he seemed relieved to be headed back
down the mountain before conditions worsened.
It was past time for lunch by then (we tended to eat twice a day on this
trip: a late, 9:00 AM breakfast followed
by a mid-afternoon or later “lunch”), and our driver suggested the “Little
Taj,” an actual Indian restaurant in the isolated mountains. He knew we were coming from Pakistan, and
many of his clients were Indians (an unusual number of tourists come from
India, in addition to the expected ones from Russia, Turkey, and Iran—the
military road up to Kazbegi was an international one, ultimately leading to the
Russian border just a few miles from where we were, but I saw license plates
from Georgia, Russia, Armenia, Belarus, Ukraine, and Azerbaijan). We declined the offer of Indian food,
however—we can get curry and biryani anytime, so we headed further down to a
local Georgian restaurant in Pasanauri, best known for its homemade khinkhali (dumplings), which were truly
delicious. Also tasty were the sauteed
mushrooms with cheese and the pan-fried pork with onions and potatoes, a truly
good final meal in Georgia (except for Anastasia, of course, who would eat more
shawarma later that evening). We were
back at our hotel—surprise!—early, at 4:30 PM, rather than the anticipated 9:00
PM. The only thing we really missed was
offroading in Kazbegi to Gergeti Trinity Church on Mount Kazbeg (which tops out
at 16,512 feet), but it was so snowy and foggy we wouldn’t have seen anything even
if the road had been opened. But
everyone had a good time regardless.
Friday
after breakfast at the hotel, we left for the airport. The lasting image I will have of the Tbilisi
airport was what we saw while waiting at the gate: two truckloads of cattle went by, between the
planes and the jet bridges, on their way somewhere. I joked that it was standard economy class on
Air Arabia, one of the discount airlines that flies through there. Our layover in Doha was considerably shorter,
and before we knew it, we were landing one last time at the Lahore Airport,
where Khalil was waiting for us at 1:40 AM with a big smile and a warm
greeting. It was a good trip, but it was
also good to be home, even if that home is just about to change. The next travelogue will originate from what
will be our new home: Jeju Island, South
Korea.