Exactly 82 years ago Adolf Hilter said “…who, after all, speaks today of the annihilation of the Armenians?” Let’s proof Adolf Hilter wrong and talk about it.
The definition of genocide
To understand what happened in Armenia it’s good to know the definition of ‘genocide’. A genocide is the deliberate killing of a large number of people from a particular nation or ethnic group with the aim of destroying that nation or group.
Eastern Anatolia
For centuries Eastern Anatolia (now East Turkey) was inhabited primarily by Christian Armenians who share the area with Muslim Kurds. The area was ruled by a succession of Armenian dynasties, although it often faced incursions by outside powers. The Armenian independence was largely brought to an end by a wave of invasions and migrations by Turkic-speaking people at the beginning of the 11th century. In the 15th and 16th centuries the region was secured by the Ottoman Turks and integrated into the vast Ottoman Empire.
Armenians in Anatolia
There were about 2.5 million Armenians living in the Ottoman Empire at the beginning of the 20th century. They were mostly concentrated in the six provinces of Eastern Anatolia and weren’t a majority in any of the regions in which they lived.
Life for Armenians in the Ottoman Empire was difficult and unpredictable, and they often received harsh treatment from the dominant Kurdish nomads.
The Ottoman Empire
In the Ottoman Empire Muslim Turks enjoyed the status of the ruling ethnic group and non-Muslims had certain religious, linguistic and culture rights, but were considered subordinate dhimmis. The rights of Armenians were frequently violated, they were constantly discriminated.
They had no right to serve in the army or wear arms, they were not allowed to testify against Muslims in a court of law, nor to wear fine clothes, they had no right to ride horses and their houses had to be lower than those of Muslims. Armenians were taxed at a much higher rate. Because most courts and judges favoured Muslims, Armenians were often victims to violence and when land, livestock or property was taken from them they couldn’t do anything.
Armenians were poor but some found success as a merchant and artisan. Thus, due to international trade Armenians established settlements in Istanbul and even India and Europe during the 17th and 18th century. A small number of Armenian families were able to work at a bank, and even in the government.
The success being the downfall
However, the influence and prominence of well-educated Armenians had a drawback. It is said that this became the source of resentment and suspicion amongst Muslims. Sounds familiar right?
The people within the Ottoman Empire thought the Armenians would eventually betray it to form their own independent state.
Activists, many from Russian Caucasia, wanted to protect their fellow Armenians and did that by agitating for an independent state. Two revolutionary parties were formed: Henchak and Dashnaktsutyun. However, many Armenians kept believing sympathisers in Christian Europe would pressure the Ottoman Empire to protect the Armenians. The activities of the two parties stoke fear and anxiety among the Muslims.
A lot of mass violence against Armenians erupted in the late 19th and early 20th century. In 1894 Armenians in the Sasun region refused to pay an oppressive tax, Ottoman troops and Kurdish tribesman killed thousands of Armenians in the region. The mass killings began. In the fall of 1895 Ottoman authorities tried to suppress an Armenian demonstration in Istanbul, it became a massacre.
In between 1894 and 1896 hundreds of thousands of Armenians were killed in massacres, known as the Hamidian massacres. Up to 300.000 Armenians fell victim to the massacres, hundreds of thousands either emigrated or were Islamized. About 2.500 settlements, 570 churches, 75 monasteries were looted and ruined. More than 300 churches were converted into mosques.
The Young Turks
In 1909 a group of Ottoman revolutionaries an organisation within the broader ‘Young Turks’ came to power. Armenians welcomed the Young Turks and with them the restoration of the Ottoman constitution. However, the Young Turks became more militant, less tolerant for non-Turks and increasingly suspicious of their Armenian subjects. In 1913 the most militant members of the Young Turks, Enver Pasa and Talat Pasa, came to power in a coup d’état.
Whenever the Ottoman Empire suffered a humiliating defeat, like in the first Balkan War (1912 – 1913), it was blamed on treachery of the Christians. The conflicts also send thousands of Muslim refugees to the Ottoman lands, intensifying conflict between Muslims and Christians over land.
The Armenian genocide
In January 1915 the battle of Sarikamis took place. Enver Pasa attempted to push back the Russians but suffered the worst Ottoman defeat of the war. Of course the Young Turk government blamed it on the Armenians. Armenian soldiers were demobilized and disarmed. They were then systematically murdered by Ottoman troups. The first victims of the Armenian genocide.
Soon, Armenians were deported to Syria, send to death camps. Throughout the summer and autumn of 1915 Armenians were removed from their homes. They marched to desert concentration camps. The deportation was accompanied by a systematic campaign of mass murder. Survivors who reached Syria lived in concentration camps, often starved to death. About 600.000 to 1 million of Armenians were slaughtered or died on the marches.
During the deportation thousands of Armenian children were kidnapped by the Kurds, Turks and Arabs. Sometimes they offered the parents some food and other times parents gave their children to Muslim families by their own will, hoping that the children would escape deportation and be safe.
Armenian children were given Turkish names immediately upon entering the orphanages. They were also assigned numbers instead of surnames. They were forbidden to speak Armenian or pray. Instead they were taught the Quran and Islamic prayers.
During the genocide Armenian women were subjected to inhuman treatment. Most of them became victims of sexual abuse and violence. Rape was deemed an important function for the humiliation of the target group by the perpetrators of the genocide. Since women and girls constituted the reproductive asset of the victim nation. Incidents of mass rape, public humiliation of women and children before their kin’s eyes terrorized and demoralized not only the immediate victims, but their families and the community at large.
On the deportation route many mothers threw themselves with their children from cliffs and bridges preferring death rather than lasting tortures and disgrace. Women were also abducted on the deportation routes, forcedly Islamized and taken to Muslim harems. After conversion they were turned into sex slaves and often sold at slave markets. During military conflicts and genocide rape and sexual assault constitute war crimes, crimes against humanity and element of genocide crimes.
Alma Johansson – Swedisih missionary – an eye witness said:
“The rest, about a hundred people, were either buruied alive in huge pits outside the city or driven into houses and burnt. All the inmates of our orphanage were amongst the latter. All I wished in those days was for a merciful bullet to hit me. Sometimes I found myself sitting on the floor holding my head in my hands, terrified that I was losing my mind.”
“…Everywhere there were Turks bragging of their feats of the last few days. One gendarme boasted that he had been one of those who burned our children. He said they’d “had fun” shooting at the roof windows of the burning house. Naturally the poor soulds inside screamed with terror! No one paid too much attention to my testimony: the world was busy with “more important things” than the massacres of a small nation of three million people”
Genocide or no genocide?
Armenians charge that the campaign was a deliberate attempt to destroy the Armenian people and, thus, an act of genocide. The Turkish government has resisted calls to recognize it as such, contending that, although atrocities took place, there was no official policy of extermination implemented against the Armenian people as a group.
Turkey has steadily refused to recognise that the events of 1915–16 constitute a genocide, even though most historians have concluded that the deportations and massacres do fit the definition of genocide—the intentional killing of an ethnic or religious group. While the Turkish government and allied scholars have admitted that deportations took place, they maintain that the Armenians were a rebellious element that had to be pacified during a national security crisis. They acknowledge that some killing took place, but they contend that it was not initiated or directed by the government. Major countries—including Israel and Great Britain—have also declined to call the events a genocide, in order to avoid harming their relations with Turkey. In 2014 government officials in Turkey offered condolences to the Armenian victims, but Armenians remained committed to having the killings during World War I recognized as a genocide. – Britannica
To this date Armenia and Turkey are debating whether this was a genocide or not. 33 countries recognized the Armenian genocide. Many still do not because of their relations with Turkey. When France formally passed a genocide resolution in 2011, Turkey temporarily recalled its ambassador; it did the same thing to Austria in 2016 and to The Netherlands in 2018.
Turkey refers to the Armenian massacre as the “Events of 1915.” Ankara puts the number of Armenian deaths at 500,000 and points out that hundreds of thousands of Muslims died from combat, starvation, cold and disease in eastern Anatolia during the war. The official line is that ethnic Armenians represented a fifth column backed by Russia during World War I, and that the mass deportation and accompanying Armenian deaths were neither premeditated nor intentional — a key requirement in the legal definition of genocide.
Of course there is a lot more to write about the Armenian genocide and the history of this country. But, we are no historians, we are travellers with an interest in the history of the countries we travel through. But, if there is anything unclear, if there is anything you’d like to know more about, if something of the above is incorrect. Please let us know in the comment. And of course anything you’d like to share about this subject. We are very interested in your opinion. Did you know about the Armenian genocide? What is new? How does it make you feel?
Love, Milene & Yuri
Source: Britannica, Armenian-Genocide, Armenian Genocide Museum.
For the past days we’ve been residing in North Armenia. After five weeks of Georgia it was time to leave.
Border crossing
It wasn’t the easiest to cross the border. First, car drivers and passengers cannot get through together. Instead passengers have to stand in a long long line to get through while the drivers get through rather quickly.
Not us though. To enter Georgia one needs to have to do a PCR test before entering and three days after. We didn’t do the second PCR test which resulted in a fine. Not that they mentioned doing this PCR test at the border so how would we know? Internet of course.
Well, not a big problem but it took them a long time to decide what to do with us. Even though we did do PCR tests which were both negative.
Entering Armenia was a hell lot easier. Again, passengers and drivers have to go through separate controls but that was about it. Checking where we’ve been, looking through our passports and giving a stamp. That was it.
Well, we had to buy a Customs declaration and of course a car insurance. Which also was quite the hassle as the first guy tried to rip us off. 50 Euro’s for 30 day car insurance, whereas the second guy we checked gave us a car insurance of 30 days for 10 Euro’s.
Alaverdi & sleeping on bees
Our plan was not to travel too far today, so after about an hour we stopped at Alaverdi. We headed up to the Arm Bee Farm where they had a nice hut for us, right on top of bee hives! We have never heard of sleeping on top of bees but apparently it’s very healthy.
Not long after we arrived two other people arrived, having booked the other hut. They are Armenians but living in the USA, born in Iran though. We got to talk about the great things to do in Armenia, the war in Nagorno-Karabach and ourselves of course. We had so much fun that we soon drank Georgian wine and decided to have diner together.
We both learned a lot about the history of Armenia during diner which was absolutely great.
Hiking from monastery to monastery
The first day in Armenia was great, the second day proofed to be even better. We headed towards our first Armenian monastery with Araz and Romik. Haghpat monastery proofed to be a gem! The monastery was also used as an educational building so there was an amazing library which they later used as winery. The area was so big and still so well preserved. Amazing! Lot’s of crosses, old writings and stone carvings.
Afterwards we hiked to Sanahin monastery. While on the way we had to hike a steep cliff, checked out a fire pit from where they warned the villagers when enemies were on their way and had to shelter for the rain. We also arrived in a village where they celebrated the opening of a new church. There are more than 4.000 churches in Armenia already but apparently that’s not enough. We continued our route through the beautiful village, picked some berries to eat and finally, after about 3 hours we arrived at the Sanahin monastery.
This monastery was a lot less beautiful, though more crowded, than the first one. But, this is the older of the two. Actually Sanahin in Armenian means “this one is older than the other”. A bit strange, being built earlier and named later but alright.
So, we didn’t stay for too long but did has a brief visit to the Anastas and Artyom Mikoyan brothers who are born in this village. Anastas was in charge of administering food in the USSR and survived 60 years in the politburo, outlasting even Staling. Artyom was the one of the designers of the USSR’s first jet fighter in WWII, the MiG. We hadn’t heard from them so it was nice to get to know their stories.
Beekeeping at Arm Bee Farm
The next morning it was time for a beekeeping workshop. Eventhough I, Milene, know most of bees and beekeeping its always good to listen to others and learn from them. As a beekeeper you keep learning. I remember Tony, my teacher, telling me “if you don’t learn anything anymore you’re doing something wrong”. Thus, we got to learn about the worker bees, queen bees and drones. While in England we collect honey every other week here in Armenia they only do it once. It’s the big difference between ecological beekeeping and commercialised beekeeping. Of course we got to see some bees in action as well.
We decided to stay another night whereas Araz and Romik moved on to their next spot. Doing a little work, relaxing and enjoying the bees.
Meeting strangers while traveling seems a lot easier than meeting strangers in our hometown. Or well maybe meeting them is not the difficult part but becoming friends with strangers is. Not here in Georgia though.
Meeting a stranger on the road
After a couple of days working we drove towards Tbilisi. We are loving Georgia but after five weeks it’s time to move on. Thus, the idea was to drive slowly to Georgia, do some work, get a PCR test done and drive to Armenia on Wednesday. Our plans always change and so did this one.
While on the road a big blue Raptor stopped next to us, kids waving to us and that went on for a couple of minutes. Then he asked us where we were going (we were in a traffic jam) and he took us to a shorter detour cause it was busy. Then he told us his daughter want to invite us for a cup of coffee. Of course we were doubting a bit cause we’ve always learned to not go with strangers, but the kids looked very innocent. 45 minutes later and we are sitting in a cafe on the side of the road with a table full of food. Georgian coffee is never just a coffee.
Levan and his kids happened to be such kind and hospitable people. They invited us to check out their village. Which we did the next day.
Food, quads & a bridge
The next day we arrived in Garigula. Immediately we got food, drank wine and got to meet part of the family. What a big family! So, the family is huge – about 150 people. Not all of them living in this village anymore (many moved abroad as well) but every summer they come back to the village and be together. We met many uncles, aunts and the boss of the family. Grandmother showed us around and told us stories from a long time ago. Apparently this family is descendent from a nobleman, they call him King, but we are not sure. Lost in translation sometimes.
After a while we got onto some quads and got a trip to an old bridge; the King Queen Tamar bridge. A beautiful bridge that we’ve also seen in parts of the Balkan. On the quad we had to cross rivers and had the most beautiful views. Although we couldn’t really watch the view too much cause the road wasn’t made for relaxation.
We got back, had dinner (and wine), met more family members and in the end slept way past our bedtime. But it was super fun! We got invited to Nikolas (the son) birthday on Wednesday, so we’ll get to see how Georgians celebrate birthdays.
Back to Tbilisi
For not being our favorite city on earth we do spend a lot of time here. This time we needed to get back to Tbilisi to get a PCR test done. It’s so hot here that we stayed inside the hotel most of the time. Which isn’t that bad cause we paid for it anyway. So we did just that; relaxing, watching movies, working, figuring out our next steps, doing research, editing photos, writing blogs, relaxing, eating and waiting for the test results of our PCR test, which we get later today.
Let’s hope its negative cause if it’s not we have to go in quarantine and cannot cross the border into Armenia for the next two weeks. We do feel very healthy though and have no symptoms so it should be fine. Still, we have some time to kill which we are doing in the coolness of the hotel, then we’ll buy a present for the birthday boy and get ourselves ready for a Georgian birthday party with a lot of people. We’re sure that after today we will be hiding in the woods again to get some peace and quiet and maybe no internet for a few days.
We are planning on crossing into Armenia on Friday! So probably the next blog will be from there.
And again we left the mountains behind. This time not to travel directly to Tbilisi but to travel back to Tskaltubo. Well, we also tried to get into Abkhazia but that seemed more difficult than we thought.
Abkhazia
A Georgian region but not really. Even though most countries recognize this state as part of Georgia, it isn’t really. Abkhazians themselves view this region as an autonomous republic and being occupied by the Russians one needs special authority to travel there. And also a PCR test. So we couldn’t visit, which really is a bummer because even though most Georgians tell you it isn’t a safe place, it is a beautiful place. We also really wanted to visit because we will meet some Abkhazian Georgians the coming days in Tskaltubo.
Working in Tskaltubo
But, when the border police – who are very very nice btw – say you can’t enter, you cannot. Thus, we continued our trip to Tskaltubo, where we will stay for a couple of days and work with Niniko.
Ok, before Tskaltubo we actually stayed at a wonderful place in the middle of grass land for cows, sheep, horses and us. Also many mosquitos because it was near a river. It felt for a second like we were in The Netherlands: flat lands, cattle and water. But then with 35 degrees Celsius, which in The Netherlands doesn’t often happen.
The next morning we left early before all the sweat would drain our bodies, but not before a cute farmer could give us some tomatoes and cucumbers. So kind, so sweet. We couldn’t understand each other at all but who needs languages when you have arms and legs, right?
Back to working in Tskaltubo. We met Niniko, our translator for the coming two days, and got to work immediately. The plan is to meet the displaced people who live in the old Sanatoriums here, listen to their stories and photograph them.
The waters of immortality
Tskaltubo is a spa resort in Western Georgia. It is known for its radon-carbonate mineral springs, whose natural temperature of 33–35 °C (91–95 °F) enables the water to be used without preliminary heating. Tskaltubo was especially popular in the Soviet era, attracting around 125,000 visitors a year.
In 1950-1951, architects I.Zaalishvili and V.Kedia prepared a project plan for the town where sanatoriums form a circle around a park, recreation and balneology facilities. Tskaltubo was divided into the following zones: balneological, sanitarian and living.
Visitor numbers to Tsqaltubo dwindled after the dissolution of the Soviet Union, and currently the spa town only receives approximately 700 visitors a year. Since 1993 many of the sanatorium complexes have been devoted to housing some 9000 refugees, primarily women and children, displaced from their homes by the conflict in nearby Abkhazia.
The conflict in Abkhazia
In 1992 a war broke out between Georgia and Russia or Georgian Abkhazians and Abkhazians. The Abkhazians did not want to be part of Georgia, they wanted to be independent and have their own Republic.
The Abkhaz–Georgian conflict involves ethnic conflict between Georgians and the Abkhazpeople in Abkhazia, a de facto independent, partially recognized republic. In a broader sense, one can view the Georgian–Abkhaz conflict as part of a geopolitical conflict in the Caucasus region, intensified at the end of the 20th century with the dissolution of the Soviet Union in 1991.
The conflict, one of the bloodiest in the post-Soviet era, remains unresolved. The Georgian government has offered substantial autonomy to Abkhazia several times. However, both the Abkhaz government and the opposition in Abkhazia refuse any form of union with Georgia. Abkhaz regard their independence as the result of a war of liberation from Georgia, while Georgians believe that historically Abkhazia has always formed part of Georgia.
During the war the Abkhaz separatist side carried out an ethnic cleansing campaign which resulted in the expulsion of up to 250,000 and in the killing of more than 5,000 ethnic Georgians. The conflict lasted for 13 months beginning in August, 1992.
Displaced people from Abkhazia
The people who fled the war in Abkhazia were given temporarily residents at the sanatoriums in Tskaltubo. It’s now 29 years later and most (not all) still live in these sanatoriums. We’ve been to the sanatoriums last time we were here, but this time we have a translator with us so we can actually talk with the people living here.
As a documentary photographer focusing on social issues and human migration this is a very interesting story. Especially knowing that these sanatoriums where the people live in aren’t really livable. The story goes that the Georgian government does want to relocate the people. Not really because of the horrific conditions the people live in but mainly because they want to revive the town.
We met such nice people here who shared their stories with us. Which won’t be shared on this blog but keep an eye out for the stories on my professional Instagram account.
We weren’t planning a lot of things in Georgia. From several car break downs to driving the most dangerous road and the most car killing road. But visiting Svaneti was actually one of those things we planned for a second visit to the country.
I, Milene, really want to go hiking here with my little brother (Morrits, that’s a deal!) so I didn’t want to visit. But as we had some spare time here we decided to explore the area so we would know where to go the next time we will be here. So, we headed to Mestia.
Mestia the capital of Svaneti
Mestia is where all the tourists and hikes get together. It’s a hotspot for tourists and so every house is made into a guesthouse and many new hotels are being built. Which means, we did some grocery shopping and left. We stayed close by at a wonderful spot right on the middle of nature. The only living things we saw were crickets, birds and cows.
We continued our road to probably the most touristy place of Svaneti; Ushguli.
Upper Svaneti
Though very touristy it is a cute place to visit. Yes, all the houses are made guest houses or cafes, but there are still the famous Svan towers to be seen and with the highest mountain of Georgia as a back drop it can’t be skipped when visiting the area. We didn’t need any guesthouse as our van is our home but we did have some local food. This is where we tasted the famous Kubdar.
Kubdari or Kubed is a Georgian filled bread dish which is particularly a national dish of the Svans. The bread is leavened and allowed to rise. The filling contains chunks of meat, which can be lamb, kid or pork, Georgian spices and onions.
We hiked to the glacier nearby. The hike is easy but nice. The glacier not so much. It’s a bit ugly and seems dirty. Anyway, it was a wonderful hike, took about 5 hours going there and back. The view on the mountains was amazing! And all the flowers and little water streams we had to cross were wonderful. Only at the end we came across a lot of other people. Many actually go by car to a campsite and walk from there to the glacier. We did the whole way which was a lot more fun.
Back in Ushguli we relaxed a bit, met a very beautiful Svan lady and made friends with dogs, what else?!
Mazeri & Mount Ushba
The next day we left again to explore some other mountenous parts of the area and we ended in Mazeri. From here we had a wonderful view on the most famous mountain of Svaneti: Ushba. And wow what a view!
We hiked to a waterfall which many call the highest of Georgia. Well, no one knows how high it actually is. Which we don’t really understand cause it’s not that difficult to find out. But, we continue living with the mystery of this waterfall and the believe that this is the highest one.
The best part of this hike was actually not the waterfall itself – which is great! – but the hike to it. We absolutely love to hike through the forest. Often our hikes take us to beautiful places but most of the hikes are out in the open, not in the forest. There is a lot of deforestation going on in Georgia which really is a pity. So hiking here was amazing. Though we weren’t alone.
Many many other hikers followed us, or we followed them… Well, we went a bit further up the mountain to see the waterfall from up close. There where most people don’t go and it was great. Such a breathtaking view, on the waterfall but also on the valley behind us.
We weren’t done with Svaneti at all. But as I wrote in the beginning of this post, that’s for next time. So, this would be our last hike in the area and our last night. It’s time to get back and maybe cross another border?
While I look at the stars with my back warming up from the campfire we just made I feel small. I feel like an ant discovering the world, small but strong. Small because the world is just a tiny planet in this huge universe. Strong because most of those stars are unliveable and we made it work on this planet.
We feel so much alive during this trip. Camping in the wildest of places – well, as wild as our van can go. We cook on campfires, wash ourselves in tiny streams, rivers or lakes and use a secret spot behind the bush to do our business.
It’s funny that city life never made us feel this much alive, even though we absolutely love the buzz of cities. Nature is where we humans belong, we feel that. Nowadays we feel strange in cities, as if we don’t belong in these concrete jungles anymore. They are too crowded to our taste. Everything is just too much, the traffic, the people, the sounds, the smells, the colours.
We are happiest while camping where we hear nothing but the wind through the trees, the birds tweeting and a river crashing into some rocks. We feel at home with grass below our feet, stars above our heads and surrounded by trees and mountains.
That’s why we are only in Tbilisi if we have to. And Alexine – loving the good roads of the city – makes us return there more often than we like. But then we return to nature as soon as we can. Finding the most wonderful spots, often only sharing it with some dogs. Sometimes with locals having a bbq.
Maybe it’s the never ending sound of humanity that make us crave for the sound of birds so much. Maybe it’s the flats of the city that make us need forests in our lives. Maybe it’s the screens we so often stare at that make us want to see mountains again. Maybe it’s the city we know so well that we feel so free in nature.
Roadtrip
Cities are good to meet people and make friends though. And so we did. With these friends, owning Volkswagen T3’s we had a short but amazing Roadtrip. The planet is so diverse yet so similar. We drove through the mist finding ourselves in what’s known as the Lake District of Georgia. The weather, the views, the roads – it did feel like we found ourselves back into Western Europe. We visited the Georgian birthplace of Christianity, the chocolate making nuns and one of the oldest castles of Georgia. We drove through the mist into the sun, were almost blown from a cliff and were blinded by a big rainstorm. We had a van breakdown, were helped by locals and visited an old slave market.
In the end we had diner in a very luxuries restaurant, got ourselves a doggie bag and slept at the foot of the famous Cave city Vardzia.
The next morning we climbed the stairs of this cave city, explored the secret tunnels and had a sound check in one of the dark rooms. We left for Borjomi, where we drank a glass of ‘smelly’ water that made Stalin deranged. True story.
And after two days, 300 kilometers and countless enjoyable moments we said goodbye to our friends and headed into the wild again.
Into the concrete wild
While heading North to Svaneti, we made a quick stop in Skaltubo. It’s a small town but very interesting. It once was a vibrant spa resort city, but since the fall of the Soviet Union it became an urbex jungle. If cities are called concrete jungle, I’m sure this is called the concrete wild. A city where, just like Chernobyl, nature has taken over. Or back I guess. The baths where once thousands of Russians came to relax are now home to bushes and dogs. The sanatoriums where the Russians came to regenerate and get better are now in decay. Stairs without steps, windows without glass, walls without roof. For explorers like us this is a feast.
The displaced people from Abkhazia
Even more so because we found out that there are actual people living here. It’s definitely not suitable for living but the people living here have no choice. They are internally displaced people, also; Abkhazians, forced to flee from their home due to the civil war between Abkhazians wanting to be part of Georgia and Abkhazians wanting to be part of Russia. The war started on the 14th of August 1992 and ended 16 months later. The people were given a temporarily home. Thirty years later they are still living there.
So while we venture through this lost city like some urbex explorers, these people actually live in these buildings ready for demolition.
More hot springs
We continued our trip to the hot springs cause we needed a hot shower. Well Yuri needed it. Ok, a hot waterfall, who can resist?
The next day we moved our butt to the mountains of Svaneti. We felt like Bilbo in Lord of the Rings, happy to see mountains again. And that, people, is the end of this story. We are exploring the mountains and our climbing altitude limits the coming days in this most famous area of Georgia. Now, luckily, with a lot less tourists!
Love, Milene & Yuri
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