Lots of color in Georgia…

This is the first thing that strikes us, who are stuck in the “hyperpolises”, squared and nested. Of course, we’re aware of places like Thai and India, Caribbean Islands, Zanzibar, etc. But the main difference here is that we’re talking about only a two-hour flight. It’s almost like a short trip to your country house.

For some time the place was unfairly neglected, so now it feels like something very new.

The reconstruction’s unfinished!

It’s the next thing that’s difficult to look at. One can see the skeletons of the towers ready to become luxury apartments/hotels. The construction boom had its start but then froze like a prompt, but silly flower/teenager, which has just begun to bloom. Good thing – this failure didn’t let Batumi turn into another shitty Dubai.

The construction thing shot up but then slowed down as it’s a habit in Georgia. It’s super slow motion in here, 500 frames per second.

I guess they just didn’t dare to disturb the local lifestyle in the end. Oddly enough, the Soul of the city remains in this incompleteness. The place is stabbed all over with ruthless and merciless contemporary Georgian architecture, but still is unique. It has a powerful foundation of broad avenues and quays. There’s also a huge lake right in the city center, looking into the near-by houses, and the eyelashes of trees are all around, and among them relic larches put quietly their shaggy paws atop the roofs of five-storey soviet buildings.

Abundance of food in here!

Oh, yes! The best restaurants are cut into the buildings, which means they’re arranged in ordinary apartments. Also there are some fancy verandahs on the coast. Then there’re some great restaurants in hotels and markets, in sky lofts of new buildings, and even in basements and cellars. If they got a permission, they would arrange a restaurant in each and every passing by car.

It’s no use talking about the local food. No point in it. Food is a religion for them. Everybody knows it. Get together all your stereotypes and multiply them, then you’ll gain some impression.

Walking along the coast by the infinite verandahs full of thin volleyball players, you look at the posters and you’re amazed at the names of the artists who perform here: from Betoko up to Myjuice, including many other names.

Thank God Batumi hasn’t turned into something as dull as Cannes. Life’s everywhere – disorganized, colorful, glib.

Of course, there’re some luxury moments. One can’t help it.

The “luxury” sprouts, but not that easily: the city resists with all its asymmetric back streets.

It’s a wildly amazing place. It’s more like some kind of a superb “Young Communist camp” rather than a sea resort.

Actually, they have pretty much everything. The hotels have already become quite decent, there’re bicycle tracks, clean sea and a quay from one end to the other.

The only thing missing is the boring rules. Not yet! If you wish, you can have fireworks right under your windows or a disco party till the morning. In short, it’s not Europe.

I think, we’re really lucky to have such place. Do enjoy!