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Updated: Oct 29, 2020


Vakhtang Gorgasali is perhaps the most famous king of Georgia, more famous than any George who has ruled the land. As a visitor, the story everyone tells you is about how he ruled from Mtskheta in the 5th century. One day, he had gone hunting with his falcon. His falcon circled high in the sky and suddenly divebombed some unseen prey. Vakhtang and his party pushed through the brush and found the falcon sitting on top of a cooked boar. The boar had evidently fallen into some hot springs and attempted to escape, but died, having been mostly cooked (or at least enough for Vakhtang’s avian friend).


Vakhtang Gorgasali at Metekhi
Vakhtang saying "Gamarjoba!" from Metekhi

Gorgasali means “wolf’s head”, and it’s probably no coincidence that both his last name and the old Persian name of Georgia was called, “Land of the Wolves”. Was their a connection? Possibly. Vakhtang had become king of a nation that was subservient to the lower nobility where the king was powerless. Not only that, but most of the lower nobility paid heed to the Sassanid Persians. Vakhtang worked most of his life to solidify control over the nobility, gathering them under the head of one king of Kartli and Kakheti (the Georgian words for regions in Georgia). This, obviously brought him into the attention of the shahansha (king of kings) of the Persians.


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Vakhtang at Ujarma


For a base on his expeditions in Kakheti, and as a primary front against the Sassanids, Vakhtang built up the small town of Ujarma, founded a few centuries before. He built his castle over it and fortified the area with curtain walls and towers. This is where he would spend much of his time, looking out at the frontier and pondering the defenses of his lands.

It’s said that there were two things Vakhtang suffered from the most at Ujarma. One was the Persians, and the other was his wife.


While away to India (perhaps Jandaba, near Bangladesh, which means in Georgian somewhere so far in the way your basically screwed), his wife had become enamored by one ploughman. She’s sit at the castle wall every evening, watching him work. One day, he finally saw her attention and secretly climbed up the castle walls, where he continued his work as a ploughman.



When Vakhtang returned, he discovered this love affair. Instead of killing the ploughman though, he sent him away to Javakheti, a Georgian land on the other side of the realm. Apparently though, all of Kartli and Kakheti’s crops went with him, and for several seasons they suffered from a famine. The king went to Javakheti and begged him to come back. “Not without the love of your wife,” the ploughman replied. So the king did not allow him to come back, but ploughman took mercy and sent some wheat.


With the seeds of the wheat, they planted across Kakheti and received an enormous wealth in crops. They never had to worry about food again.


Vakhtang’s wife was not happy though. Her lover had been banished, and her husband – too busy ruling things and conquering – basically ignored her needs, and her hatred of him grew darker.


When the Sassanids finally had enough of Vakhtang scooping up their tribute lands, they decided to invade. The shahansha himself had come to lead the armies and rid himself of the pest that was this frontier king. He sent emissaries ahead of him to negotiate. Would Vakhtang bow down?


He would not.


But before the emissary left, his wife took him aside. “Your king will never defeat Vakhtang in battle. But let’s make this simple. I’ll feed his horse salt the night before the battle. He’ll have to cross the river to engage. At the river the horse will stop and drink water, being as thirsty as it is from the salt. There attack. He is most vulnerable under his arms, everywhere else he wears heavy armor. When he pulls at the bridle of the horse, the horse will rear, and his arms will be exposed. Strike there!”


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It happened as she said. An arrow smashed under Vakhtang’s arm and he was brought back to Ujarma, where he died two days later. The Persians overwhelmed the Georgian defenses and took the Georgian lands back under the control of the king of kings.


When the Persian shahansha met Vakhtang’s wife though, he had no words of thanks for her. “You are an unfaithful wife, and betrayed your husband,” he spat. “How could I ever trust your loyalty?” He then had tied to the tail of Vakhtang’s horse and gave it a good slap on the rear.


Ujarma


There’s no interior left of the 12th century citadel (it had been rebuilt later by King George III, so it’s hard to say what part was from Vakhtang’s era). However the walls still stand, as well as a few of the towers. The ruins are impressive, and the government is busy with a development project there, where they’re installing walkways throughout the grounds, and stabilizing walls, and building a path that follows the tower line and old city walls down to the river below (not yet finished). The ruins of the once bustling town have all been overgrown, and unfortunately with a baby strapped on my back I couldn’t get down and dirty exploring what might be there, so I can’t tell you. Perhaps when you're there, the path might be finished. You can access it via some stone stairs down, across from the church.




From the parking lot, it's a short walk up the hill to the castle (not handicapped accessible, though there are not that many steps to take up). Inside the castle, there are the ruins both to the left and right. There's a church as well, St. Nino's, where it's said she stored her famous grapevine cross just after putting it together there.


Ujarma Georgia Vakhtang Gorgasali
The path to the castle

Getting to Ujarma


Ujarma Fortress is about a one-hour drive from Tbilisi, just off the Telavi highway. The highway is well-paved, so any sort of car can access it, and the marshrutkas going to and from Telavi pass it as well. Since we recently bought a car, we’ve been making more and more trips, and naturally we had to visit the castle where our son’s namesake died.


Telavi Kakheti Ujarma mountain highway
The Telavi Highway

It’s definitely worth a visit though if you have a car. By marshrutka it’d be easy to get to, but as most marshrutkas don’t leave until they’re full, it’d be much harder to get back. You could also hire a taxi to Telavi at Isani or Samgori metro stations. I’m sure they’d be happy to either come back to Tbilisi or drive you on to Telavi, with a few other stops on the way.

 


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I recently had my first son. It’s been a real rollercoaster of sanity, I’ll tell you what, and the verdict is out whether it’s a good experience. I mean, is he going to end up with a swastika tattooed on his forehead, or is he going to be volunteering at a homeless shelter in Swaziland? I guess that’s the real determinant of what kind of experience it is.


Of course, everyone expects you to say it’s an amazing thing. We’re all convinced parenting is peak adulting. But is it, really? It’s just a thing. I don’t think every couple really needs to involve themselves in it. Especially if they have their own hobbies they’re satisfied with. Once you have a baby, kiss your hobbies goodbye. Or at least you’re going to put them on break for a year or two. You need to understand this and accept it. “Life is pain, other people’s lives are even more of a pain,” to misquote the Buddha.


“Life is pain, other people’s lives are even more of a pain.” – the Buddha (close enough)

I was thinking, “Not me, I can juggle everything, I’m a master of organization.” Nope. I’m a master of being exhausted.


So, here are my general thoughts on being a new father, or rather on babies and poop. Next week, my thoughts on being a foreign father specifically in Georgia.


1. The first three months: “Bundle of Joy” is a lie!


This is our first child. And during the entire first three months, I kept wondering, “How the hell do people have two children? Like, why?!” Most fathers-to-be ask other fathers what their experience is like being a dad. Of course, they say it’s wonderful. But I think there’s some buyer’s remorse in those statements of fake awe and lovingkindness.


If you’re a soon-to-be-dad reading this, this is what to expect: Three months of no sleep. Doesn’t even matter if somehow you’ve conned your poor wife into all the nightly diaper changes. You’re not going to sleep. You might as well contribute. If this is your first baby, it’s also possible your wife is going to need assistance on those diaper changes anyway, so man up. It's gonna be a lot of crying, sighing, and peeing. Usually at you.


baby feeding
Feeding for men starts at about 4 months, unless you do formula

If have to have a sleep schedule, get flexible real fast. I get that you probably have a 9-5 job (I had a 7-8 hour work day myself), but your wife doesn’t want to hear it. She’s been feeding and soothing this roaring baby all day long and is looking forward to that moment when you come home and she can hand off that hell-fiend to you. I believe Snoop Dogg had a song about that, “Drop it like it’s hot”. It was definitely about babies.



Developmentally, mostly the creature has learned to be angry and scared. The thing just spent 9 months in a cozy little bubble where nothing ever was really wrong (that it knew of) and it just got to float around blowing bubbles and playing snake. And then BOOM! suddenly it’s got to come out and face this world of light, pain, and suffering! And such a big world it is! So yeah, I’d be pissed too, I can’t say I blame the little bugger.


Sitting at the family farm the other day, I watched a cow give birth. The calf was almost immediately walking. Humans? We’re useless sacks of stem cells until about age 1. We’re not really accountable as a human being until we’re walking or at least crawling. So that complete uselessness of being an external embryo, must also be pretty dang frustrating.


2. The second three months: Okay, maybe not entirely a lie


The baby has learned to laugh. He giggles, smiles, finally lets me know I'm doing something right. It’s not all just angry cries now. He’s sleeping more. He squeezes my finger. Plays peekaboo. Poop is becoming a little more regular and normal. We did have some fecal tales to tell on that, but I'll reserve that for next week, as it's more country-appropriate.


Okay, I’m starting to get this “little bundle of joy” thing. He really does seem happy and glad I’m around and he’s alive. He’s starting not to regret having come out of that cozy beanbag of amniotic fluids.


Baby and piano
Playing piano for the dude

He learns to roll over. That’s hilarious. Once he figures this out, that’s all he does. About 500 times a day. Really working on those core muscles, good for him! That’s a lot more exercise than my sleepless ass has been getting.


Then he learns to get on his fours. He wants to crawl. He’s determined! So he gets on his fours and swings back and forth, 500 reps a day. But he hasn’t stopped rolling over either. It’s now impossible to leave him alone on the changing table (not that we were ever doing that, ahem – shut it, you’ve done it too).


He gets super frustrated with not being able to crawl right away. He growls, cries, screams. “Augh, I will do this!” he seems to say. It’s cute though. I get it. We’ve all been there.


Vato's first crawl


Once he’s mastered crawling, he quickly starts looking to the next thing: standing! But he’s still crawling and rolling around and also taking up alpinism on daddy’s face.


3. The third three months: Yes, it is!


The teeth start coming in. Then the crying returns. Angry about everything. Throw it on the ground! Here’s a toy. Ground! Food. Ground! Hot baby girl? Ground! This dude cares for nothing except throwing things on the ground and crying and biting on things.



And he gets too tired to sleep. What the hell is that man? But apparently sleeping is a learned thing. Again, back to animals, momma cow doesn’t have to give baby calf any lessons on sleeping. How did humans make it this far?


However, despite all this anger and disappointment at being born, he’s figured out how to stand on his own by doing pull ups. Again, more exercise than dad. At first this meant he was doing hundreds of squats, up-down-up-down-up-down. This guy is a dream for any personal trainers out there.


Now he wants to walk, and he’s back to his frustration. “How come I can’t walk yet?”


“Dude, you’re just 8 months, relax.”


Baby and coffee
Coffee obsession begins early in this bloodline

“How come you won’t let me drink coffee?”


“Dude, you’re just 8 months, relax.”


"How come you won’t let me touch the power outlets?" – every baby ever

“How come you won’t let me play on your cell phone and slobber all over it? How come I can’t crawl across all that broken glass over there? How come you won’t let me touch the power outlets? How come I can’t put that knife in my mouth? Can’t I just stay in my poopy diaper forever, why do you have to change me? Actually, poopy diapers suck, but why do you have to change me?”


Of course, he’s not actually asking these things, just shooting looks of accusation and crying non-stop.


Crying baby
Get used to these moments

Things start to get easier though. He's able to be managed by one person now. Which means my wife can go off and get her eyebrows done and I can go take my accordion to the bar with my friends.


Baths are fun too, he loves baths. And mirrors. And selfies. He’s a man of his times.


And poop just teleports. I kid you not. The boy is perfectly happy at one moment, and then you pick him up, revealing a giant, swarthy turd underneath him, though there’s no sign of leakage from his diaper. It’s a mystery.


It's not all mystery poops though.


Baby and roses
The roses are out and the baby is happy

This is also the time when he is starting to recognize me. When I enter the room, he brightens up and gets happy. He reaches for me even when he’s in his mother’s arms. When others try to grab him, he cries. It’s like he truly knows how awesome I am and how much everyone else sucks.


That’s when, I guess, a baby really begins to break into a man’s heart.

 
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