Sunday, May 18th.
We woke up to a cloudy morning today, we had the best yesterday. Today we continued down the Georgian Military Highway and turned east to Gori, the birthplace of Joseph Stalin (and our guide Koba). When we got there we had a lunch break and John and I ate pizza and salad witha beer in a little cafe where we met two young men in kilts. We asked what that was about and they told us they are cycling, in kilts, from Turkey through Georgia and then south through Iran and Iraq. Really nice guys and very funny, not to mention adventurous. The airline lost one of their tents and they are both sleeping rough in a single tent. We both regret not taking a contact for them to check their progress. It began to rain heavily when we visited the Stalin Museum which was dedicated to his life and really only showed the good times with people smiling everywhere. It was a museum of Soviet propaganda and whitewashing of the history of a man who robbed a bank early in life and was responsible for killing millions of people during his reign as supreme Soviet leader. The most interesting thing I saw there was a quote by Stalin himself that said: “... A human cannot live forever, so I will die as well. What will the verdict be? There were lots of mistakes but we had some success as well. The mistakes will be ascribed to me, my grave will be hurled by rubbish but the day will come when the wind of history will throw away the rubbish…” (Joseph Stalin 1939). Then we continued travelling the 8 km to Uplistsikhe, ('the Lord's Citadel'), a cave town hewn into rock. The citadel dates back to the 7th century BC, and had served as a strategic point on the ancient Silk Road from ancient times until the 15th century AD. As part of our visit, we saw the large central hall where pagan rituals were held, living rooms, and a 9th century church. We continued to Akhaltsikhe, a small city of about 50,000 and the capital of Samtskhe-Javakheti. The city has been around for at least 800 years, and was a regional administrative center for the Ottomans from the sixteenth century up to the Russo-Turkish War. Until the twentieth century Akhaltsikhe was majority Armenian, but today, unlike most of the province, it is majority Georgian. We checked into the Hotel Gino built into the Akhaltsikhe fortress built in the 13th century to protect the town of the same name. We had remarkable views of the walls, towers, and buildings inside. I managed to get photos before it got dark and we had a thunderstorm. We are leaving early tomorrow and I’m disappointed I won’t get to explore the fortress before we leave, as there is a fee to pay to get to the upper portion and it only opens at 9. Anyway we had a good multicourse meal with too much food. We had a beer and talked for a bit. Then John called Lindsay and I updated a few posts to try to catch up. Bed by 11.