Ischia: An island, a castle, and vampires

We simply walked up and bought a ticket.

Our timing with the mainland castles wasn’t that great, so hopefully it would be better with the off-land castles. We were headed to Ischia.

“I thought you said this would be cheaper,” my wife asked me when we finally settled on the back of the boat.

“I thought it was, at least, the website said it was cheaper,” I replied, staring at my ticket quizzically, trying to take in with my best gander the 18-euro price tag that was on the ticket. That was theoretically almost the there and back price.

Ferries

After a more rigid search on ye ole Google, I found that there are actually two boats that go to Ischia. One was a super-fast hydrofoil, and the other a slow boat. The hydrofoil was set to take 1 hour, while the regular ferry typically took 1.5 hours. Not a big difference, and to be honest, 7 euros wasn’t a big difference in cost either. But it is when you are two people and really trying to stretch your eurocents.

view of Naples from the ferry

There are two main ferry lines (and a bunch of others), and all have an updated schedule here. And though you can buy it online, we had no problem in the off-season buying it when we wanted to go, but the ferries were nearly full even then, so if you’re going on-season, I would highly suggest buying online. The Caremar and Medinar lines are the slow ferries that cost 11 euro 30, and the Alilaura line is high speed and costs 17 euro 60. The slow ferries also take cars for quite a bit more.

It’s important to note that even though we had an Arte Card, which covers all the public mass transit options in Campania, it doesn’t cover any of the ferries, as they’re all private. It weirdly does cover the public buses on Ischia though.

a little further from Naples

The hydrofoil, which we had accidentally gotten on, was something else to ride. I just thought, a fast boat, can’t be that different of a ride. But this thing, though almost as large as the regular ferries, took off at a race car speed and was literally flying over the waves, coming down in great splashes, so that anyone outside could, if the winds were right, get quite wet from the ride. Luckily we had moved inside, as the roaring wind caused by such a speed made it a bit too cold to hang around deck.

Mount Vesuvius looming about in beautiful smog

Ischia

Like the rest of Campania, Ischia exists because of volcanoes. It’s almost 20 square miles of pure mountain madness, centering around Mount Epomeo, which is a giant volcanic horst—in other words, it’s a block pushed up by volcanic activity underneath.

approaching Ischia

Ischia is no stranger to eruptions and earthquakes, and the first Greek settlers there had to abandon it for the mainland and settle Cuma, which was where the main Roman oracle lived. Fun fact—the oracle would get high on volcanic gases in order to mutter things that would be "interpreted" by priests as prophecy. For T.S. Eliot fans, she appears in my favorite poem, “The Waste Land” which opens with a line from the Satyricon (I've translated it from the Latin for you):

I saw with my own eyes the Sibyl of Cumae hanging in a jar, and when the boys asked: What do you want? She responded, I want to die.

What a beautiful island! When we got off, it was already evident that the docks, as most docks are of tiny islands across the globe, was an incredibly lovely place. The gently lapping waves, the salty breeze, and at night it was even more charming. But perhaps it was charming because of the lack of tourists, which was not a bad thing at all. I couldn’t imagine the summer though, it must be a mad house.

a street in Ischia

We started walking towards the castle we had seen, Castle Aragonese, which was the goal of the trip. We passed it on the way, the thing was enormous and perched on a gigantic rock in the sea—not on our island but on its own island!

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We walked through the old town of Ischia—if you’ve more time, check out Sant’Angelo, an old style village wondrously free of cars—but Ischia was not wondrously free of cars. Some areas, the only way to go was a street without pavement, with cars and scooters zipping by.

It was a weird thought to wrap around my head. Such a small island with so many cars!

Ischia did not lack cars

Even weirder was that though we had arrived at a bit after 3:00, the island was, besides all the cars, a ghost town. Nothing was open. None of the shops or cafes. No people about. I get that it wasn’t tourist season, but it was still the weekend. Did people here just not work?

another empty Ischia street

Castello Aragonese

The true highlight of the island. There are several overlooks in Ischia lined with (closed) bars and beaches, looking out to the castle. It must be quite a hopping place in the summer. Quite expensive too, from the looks of it of the (closed) boutique shops.

Castle Aragonese from a nearby beach

The origins of the castle date back to 474 BC, if you can imagine seeing something around from that long ago. As a major strategic site throughout history, it was duly maintained, and in the 15th century, the then ruler connected it to the mainland via the currently standing bridge. At the islands peak, 2000 families were living in the castle, including a Catholic convent, a Greek Orthodox abbey, a bishop and a seminary, 13 churches, a prince and a military garrison. It was quite an active castle, in perhaps the most religious way possible.

The bridge and the castle

When we finally arrived, it was already closed. That castle was my whole purpose of going there! I would have never thought that it would have closed so early, so I was a bit crushed. The official time of closing was “sunset”, which apparently meant different things to different people. Here it meant 4:00 pm in winter.

looking back at the village from the castle

After dark

We sat there in my unhappy gloom, on the bridge, for some time, listening to all birds and the children playing. The bridge seemed to be the favorite hangout for the locals too, where young couples would come out, drink wine, and listen to bad music played off their iPhones. Older men tended to pass their time fishing.

some folk hanging out

We finally decided to get moving and head back to the ferry. As we wandered through the village, we noticed that things were beginning to stir. As the sun went down and the streetlamps came on, shops started turning on their own lights and opening their doors. People started appearing on the streets. Old men appeared at tables, playing chess and smoking, kids playing football, mothers pushing baby strollers. It was a city of veritable vampires!

view of the bridge from the castle

The harbor was now a perfectly romantic place, and we finished the evening with a meal at a restaurant on the second floor of one of the buildings on the boardwalk. I thought it would be super expensive, but a liter of wine and a shrimp spaghetti with homemade noodles for the each of us was only 20 euro. It’s possible it’s only that affordable in the off-season, as I imagine during tourist season they switch menus and make it double. That's just a thought though.

the harbor at night

If we had had some more time, we would have hopped on the bus and seen more of the island, but alas, it wasn't ours to have. We also would have gone to the Castiglione Theme Park, but also couldn't make it for that.

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Naples: The City of Broken ATMs

The plane to Naples was short and cheap. As such, you can’t really expect much and should pack your sandwich. This is the eternal rule of budget traveling—always bring your own sandwich. In the airport, it’s always best to never buy a sandwich from a restaurant, those cost some fifteen times the price of a regular sandwich. Luckily in Prague, there is a place called Relay, and also Costa, and they sell prepackaged sandwiches at prepackaged prices. Still probably a bit more than what you should be paying for a soggy piece of bread and some old lettuce, but at least you’re not hungry.

When we got off at Naples, we immediately went to the tourist counter. There supposedly was our transit pass, the Arte Card, would be waiting. The pass for the transit was really quite a deal. 32 euros for three days on any train in Campania, the entry to the first two museums for free, and all the others half off. Not a bad find and for the museum goer, easily pays itself back.

“That job belongs to my colleague,” the guy at the desk explained. “She comes at 9:00.”

“Erm. What time is it now?” I asked.

“8:00.”

A quick glance to my wife. “How much is the bus?”

“5 euro. Over there. You can also get an Arte Card at the train station if you don’t want to wait.”

We left the airport, fumbled out some cash, and made it to the bus. The ride to the main station only took about 15 minutes, and there wasn’t much to see. Just a lot of concrete buildings with balconies, sights that brought me back to the Black Sea riviera. Georgians are often comparing themselves to Italians and here I was beginning to think that maybe the comparison was accurate. Especially as we stepped out at the train station.

“This really does look like the Georgian train station too,” my wife said as we looked around, trying to orient ourselves. From what I remembered of the map, the hotel should be over there, past what appeared to be Little Africa, composed of tables and tables of cheap stuff for sale. The buildings were the color of Italian brand cigarette smoke and the traffic was moving about wildly and with little direction from road signs and paint.

I always knew Italy was a bit annoying on the driving side. So that wasn’t a surprise. Maybe this nagging feeling, this feeling of vague regret at coming here, was only because it was 8 in the morning, we got up at 4, and I played a show the night before. Or maybe it was because this part of Naples was just that ugly.

I shrugged. “I’m sure it’s not all like this. Ah, maybe that desk is open and we can get the card?”

We found the tourist desk at the train station. “That job belongs to my colleague. And they come at 9:00.”

“Erm. What time is it?”

“8:20.”

“Huh.”

We went to find the hotel.

It wasn’t far from the train station, which is to say, it wasn’t far enough from the train station. Two guys were discussing some situation in low tones, standing outside our door, sharing cigarettes. We passed them. The door was metal, there were buzzers on one end, a stack of concrete sacks just inside the door. We had to enter the elevator and pay 10 euro cents to get to the 6th floor. As we slid the coin into the slot, I said, “Dang, you’re right, this really is like Georgia.” I wondered just how many lifts in Naples operated like this, with coin slots.

The hotel at least, the B&B Sweet Sleep, was a pleasant surprise. The man checked us in and offered us breakfast, which was a nice buffet of all sorts of omelettes, muffins, and most importantly, coffee. We then went over and looked at the terrace, which had a really magnificent view of the city, with church domes towering up from the apartment blocks in every direction. I looked at my wife. We both quickly agreed that this would have to be taken advantage of, wine would be had at night up here.

perfect spot for a bottle of wine

“Where’s the jacuzzi?” my wife asked about the advertised bonus in the hotel. We looked at the blue tiled tub with a fountain in the middle of the terrace. I shrugged. “Is it hot?” she asked.

I dipped my fingers in. It was icey. “Yes, it’s scalding. We’ll definitely be sitting in here tonight.”

First order of business then. As our room wouldn’t be ready until afternoon, it was time to get the Arte Card and walk. We could come back to the hotel when it was time to check-in and maybe take a nap to freshen up.

When we went back to the train station, the Arte Card colleague was finally there. We picked up our little paper tickets and followed the instructions of their use.

“You only have to validate it once,” she said. “And it’s good for everything.” She pronounced every single syllable plus one in that comical, musical Italian way. “Ev-er-y-thing-uh”.

It was time to wander around in the generally correct direction and find the street, Via dei Tribunali and then continue on what seemed like a plan of sorts. To walk there, then walk back, check in and have a nap.

Via dei Tribunali

The dei Tribunali is on of the main avenues for the old town, stretching frm Castel Capuano to the Via S. Sebastiano, which then continues, with some twists and turns, into the sea. The area around the Castel Capuano is not so impressive. Mainly more modern looking concrete blocks, though modern in the Neapolitan sense meant about 200 years old. The Castel itself seemed pretty bland and we opted not to go inside.

The Castel is probably the oldest thing in the neighborhood. The castle was built back in the 12th century and once was connected to the city walls, and was built as a palace for the son of the first King of Naples, Roger II of Sicily. Now serving as the first historical monument from the train station, it kind of fails to impress. It only further made us wonder what we were doing there.

“Pompeii,” I reminded my wife. “And pizza.” Yes, pizza was from Naples, we couldn’t forget that.

a wide street in Naples's old town

The via is wide enough to be a comfortable one way road, but it was a two way road, and as the main road in the old town, also was filled with pedestrians. The buildings on either side were five or six storey and served as walls themselves, huge, looming, and dark. Even when there was still plenty of daylight left, it would be dark in the city by just afternoon. But then, I suppose that was by design. We were there in January and it wasn’t at all cold. I couldn’t imagine summer, when those tall buildings with narrow streets served as shade and air conditioning.

Like in all Italian cities, you have to be quick. Those zooming little scooters and smart cars wait for no man and apparently have the complete right of way. If you don’t move fast enough, you will be the target of a string of curses spat off by some young hipster guinea on a Vespa, cigarette hanging out, talking on his smartphone, cursing at you in-between sentences to his mother. “Mama, pauso, hey figlio di puttana, outta my way, cabbage!”

a square on the Tribunali

Pio Monte della Misericordia

We made it to our first sight to see, the Pio Monte della Misericordia. This was when I realized I hadn’t brought a card for my camera. “There must be a shop somewhere that has them, we’ll look later, let’s go in.” 7 euros to enter the church, but we had our little arte card, which made it “free”. I started checking off the euros we had “saved”. As long as we got over 32, we were justified.

On the outside of it, there wasn’t much to see of the church. Squeezed inbetween two buildings on either side, and with only a few steps until you’re on the other side of the road, and of course dodging scooters all the while, you couldn’t really take in the place or know how big it was.

The 17th century chapel was connected to a larger building, which was a Hospital for the Incurables, not a place you wanted to end up in medieval Naples. Now it’s an art museum, famous for Caravaggio’s 7 Works of Mercy hanging over the main altar. On the side is an infinitely more interesting frieze of Caravaggio’s 7 Works of Mercy. If I were Caravaggio, I would be a bit miffed that someone one upped me with my own work.

Caravaggio's 7 Plague Bearers

The brothers who ran the little hospital wanted a fine piece of work to represent what they did. What they got was some real piece of darkness, which looks less like divine works of mercy, and more like people running in fear from plague bearers. But I suppose all art is up for interpretation.

Upstairs was a bit more interesting, full of works by a bunch of really talented guys I’ve never heard of. Walking around was nice itself, because those brothers had some really nice administration offices, with a beautiful view of a little piazza on some lost side of the building. How big was the complex? There was no telling, but it seemed fairly large, and either it was like the TARDIS or many of the buildings around that looked different were actually part of it.

interrupting a bit of a gathering

When we first stepped in, there was some sort of gathering going on. People in suits standing around, along with a smattering of tourists, listening to a person translating French speakers for the Italian audience. Then a person played violin, which made for the perfect ambience.

Less money mo problems

We decided maybe somewhere on this street would be an electronics shop.

We found one. They only took cash. I only had card. But there was an ATM right down the street.

The ATM was broken.

So was the next one we found. And the next. Naples: the City of Broken ATMs.

Finally, after walking down a street with dozens of musical instrument shops, we found a bank. The bank had three ATMs. One was broken. The Italians kept making fun of the broken ATM. I assume, because they were pointing at it, talking, and laughing.

But whatever, I finally had some cash, and we decided on a change of course. Since we were already pretty far from going back to the hotel, we decided to see a few more things in the neighborhood and then head on towards the coast.

We headed over to the much more pedestrian friendly Via San Biagio Dei Librai, which is equally as monument filled as the Via dei Tribunali.

Piazza del Gesu Nuovo

The crown jewel of the piazza of course is the church for which its named. Though on the square itself, one might not even realize they're looking at a church when they're looking at it. It's not that big from the front, and has a weird, flat, unadorned look to it. But again, like so many other buildings along the narrow streets of Naples, it has the TARDIS effect going for it.

the interior is not at all opulent

It got that weird facade since when it was being built, it was originally being built as a palace. But due to corruption charges of the family building it, they had to sell it off at a discounted rate to the Jesuits, who built their church, but used the original facade.

the outside of the church

As soon as you pass through its doors, you pass into an illustrious chamber of gold and celestial heights. Seriously, you can step out of the building, and back in, several times and not even be really sure how the architecture is working there, as the ceiling seems far higher up than what the outside cues you into.

a view of the piazza outside

We ended up taking quite some time. It certainly beat the church down the street with the sign, "Church not for tourists".

Via Toledo

Eventually, our wanderings took us to this pedestrian street packed with high dollar restaurants and dining options. We came to realize that Naples wasn't all dirty walls and falling apart buildings, only the best part was.

don't forget sunglasses in Naples

Here all the fashionistas strut around in-between hooligans and tourists, dodging stoic policemen with heavy duty vehicles and assault rifles. The reality of the refugee and terrorist situation was at full force at this outdoor mall. But the feeling wasn't too oppressive, the policemen smiled and seemed friendly enough, with the occasional tourist snapping a pic with them.

Next to the via Toleda is the Quartier Spagnoli, which is what every tour book says is the heart of residential Naples, with laundry hanging over the streets and scooters going by. That's an utter load, and we didn't really know what we were looking at, so wandered by it. If it is a residential quarter, I can't imagine what the residents feel like seeing yet another guy with a camera walking around taking pictures of their laundry.

past those flags are laundry lines

Interesting story behind it though, it was settled to house the Spanish garrisons in the 16th century. As they were foreigners, they could be cruel and brutal to the local populace without feeling bad. Until recently, it was known as the place to go to for hookers and thugs, but now it's just big for hipsters and tourists looking for "the real Naples".

definitely more "castle" than most

From there, we went down to Castel Nuovo, a 13th century castle that basically is the epitome of what every American thinks of when they hear the word "castle". I was excited to take the tour of the interior, where they explain the defenses of the castle, but we were stopped by a police in dress uniform saying, "No enter." And he pointed to some nicely dressed people coming out. Oh, there must be a delegation.

there was a draw bridge there

We waited. And waited. And waited.

Finally, I asked, "Is it going to be open at all today?"

"No, no open todaya," he said.

"Oh," I said.

So we left and got on a boat instead.

Tune back in next week when we see some castles and discover a seemingly abandoned island.

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5 Mysteries of Martvili

I’ve decided to take us on a journey into the heartland of a really magical country. It’s a country which, all of my readers know, I’m deeply connected to and have been for some time. Married to a Georgian, it means that I’ve come to call the country home, and can’t really imagine myself anywhere else long term, no matter where in the world I might jump around too. I’ll still be hanging with Georgians, going to Georgian church, eating Georgian food, and so on. So, I’ve come to face the music, I’ve basically become Georgian. It’s not so bad though, as long as I can watch the calories on my xatchapuri intake.

nothing like an old church in ancient ruins

My wife’s family is from a region of Georgia called Samegrelo. It’s what I think of as the heartland of Georgia. It’s the region where all the Greek legends of Georgia come from and even has its own language—Megrelian, which is a sister language to Georgian. Lots of Georgians think it’s just a dialect, but truth be told, Spanish and Italian are closer relatives than Georgian (Kartuli) and Megrelian. But this is an argument for another day and time, and my point really is to say how unique of a region Samegrelo is. Also, they’ve their own xatchapuri, or cheesy bread. It’s got a nice, crispier top than the usually fluffy Imeretian one, so try it if you’re ever in the country.

How to get there

The capital of Samegrelo is Zugdidi, but if I had to say where the real heartland of the region is, I’d say Martvili (this is probably because my wife’s family lives near there). Martvili is one of those towns that is just booming with tourism opportunities, and it’s really beyond me why the government hasn’t picked up on this. This means that, despite of all the sites to see, there is somewhat limited access to them, and you might be best off just finding a driver and paying him some loads of GEL to take you around. There are also tour guides that will operate out of Kutaisi to cover these places, but if you really want the real feel of the Georgian backcountry, then find some ramshackle hotel in Martvili or Senaki.

Senaki, being on the main rail line to Zugdidi, is also easier to get to than Martvili, though there are marshrutkas to Martvili from Tbilisi, Kutaisi, and Senaki. I’d advice taking the train to Senaki and a marshrutka to Martvili. If you do that, then when you get off the train, drop what little Georgian you might know at the carriage and use this phrase: “So gehreh Martvilish marshrutka?” That means, “Where is the Martvili marshrutka stand?” If you say that, some Megrelian might just be so happy that some random tourist is speaking in Megrelian that they just might drive you themselves. Or show you the marshrutka stand and buy you a beer for the trip. Or something. Both have happened to me on separate occasions.

or a cow hanging out in ancient ruins

If you’re coming to Georgia with an active family, then these are especially good sites to see, also when you add some of the things I had mentioned on my Kutaisi blog.

Martvili

Martvili, as I’ve said, has kind of been neglected on the tourist map, though places around it are really starting to get discovered, especially as cheap flights to nearby Kutaisi start picking up. It’s the biggest town in the area, which doesn’t say much, and still has a kind of Soviet Georgian feel to it. All around it are villages with lines and lines of Megrelian-style houses with inviting front yards, front balconies, and grapes everywhere. Beautiful woodwork is also a pretty common sight on those balconies, and some Megrelians have started once again taking a liking to the traditional Georgian look, so that the concrete slab places are starting to get fewer again as money starts to circulate more.

old, probably abandoned Megrelian house

In the center of town is a quaint square with a few restaurants and shops. More importantly though, there's a history museum sitting directly on it. Have a visit and discover some of the history of the region, with two floors full of archaeological artifacts found in the area. And don't worry, explanation plates are in English as well. They sometimes have a tour guide who speaks English to give you a fuller explanation.

Martvili is a good spot to base because though it’s a traditional area, it’s got some hotels and restaurants, and it has easy access to amenities a tourist might want—taxis, groceries, and so on. And also, it’s literally in the center of all these places I’m going to list for you. Here we go.

Martvili Monastery

It’s the main feature of the town. It used to be reached by the now dysfunctional cable car that stands near the center of town, but now you’ve got to either walk the hill or find a taxi. The site was on top of a hill and had been used for religious purposes long before Christianity ever came to that soil.

the main church at the monastery

The pagans had used the huge oak tree at the summit as a site for worshiping earthy gods and sacrificing children, as you do. When the place became Christianized, the hilltop residents chopped the tree down to get people to stop doing their pagan practices there and they decided to build a church. The current church dates back to the 10th century, and the interior frescoes to the 14th-17th centuries, and is one of the better preserved/restored complexes I've seen, retaining all the dark mystical attributes I've come to respect about the Orthodox religion.

beautiful work inside the main church

ancient murals are perfect for contemplation

Martvili Canyon

It’s been a long time since I’ve been to Martvili Canyon. When I was first there, there was a steep, rocky parking lot, Ladas blaring out 80s Russian music, and people just lighting fires and barbecuing wherever they could. The whole thing was that weird sort of organized chaos that Georgians thrive on.

taking a rest from paddling

Tourism has picked up though, which meant a lot of that magical weirdness has been toned down. The parking lot has been paved, the boat rentals have been made a little more orderly, and I assume there are less random barbecues (though there are a lot of great little beer gardens and outdoor barbecue cafes in the area).

selfie time

The times I was there, we either had to pay a boatman, or we found the boatman who was a cousin of a cousin and we didn’t have to pay him. As of writing this, the cost for entry and a boat ride was 25 GEL per person (cash only).

We hopped on the boat, and the journey began. The river goes down a steep canyon, full of waterfalls and sparkling waters. It’s very cool in the summers, with a nice breeze coming down and generally keeping all the horrid heat away. There’s too many people for any real swimming while doing the boat ride though, and the boats make their rotation at a steady rate. However, it is a really relaxing thing to do, and just a beautiful place to see. The water is calm, so don’t worry about falling in, unless you just really want to get wet. People do swim around at the mouth of the canyon, and there’s a little rope swing up there too (when I was there, I’m not sure how it’s changed since the paving project).

hard to beat this relaxation station

After the boat ride, walk in the opposite direction. There’s a trail that climbs down the big cliff on the backside and takes you to a quite and quaint little swimming hole and waterfall. People are often picnicking down there, and Georgians—even moreso Megrelians—tend to get aggressive with visitors, so expect to get pretty smashed drunk on wine or tchatcha.

Nokalakevi

Speaking of swimming holes, this has to be the best place in the world for an escape away from the summer heat. Imagine a cool river, a bridge to jump off of, and an ancient castle to watch over you.

Nokalakevi, or Tsihkegoji as others might call it, was settled long before any records were written.

pebble beach vacation and ancient ruins, two birds and... lots of stones

entering the old ruins

The town was developed as a fortress and center for trade by the local duke, or eristavi, named Kuji, sometime in the 3rd century BC. It came to prominence as a major fortress town in the time of the Byzantine protectorate of the Kingdom of Lazika, where it served to protect Lazika from the invading Persians back in the 6th century AD.

stairway to heaven

Inside the ruins are a hot springs, the ruins of a Roman bath house, the still active Forty Martyrs Church, huge walls, and lots of other pieces of rubble to explore.

ancient Roman baths

Next to the ruins is a quite interesting museum which features a wide collection of artifacts found at the site, along with Georgian and English script explaining their significance, and also a shallow primer on the history of the ancient Kingdoms of Colcheti, Lazika, and Samegrelo. A real must visit for any interested in history.

inside the museum

Okatse Canyon

For the nature lovers, there’s Okatse Canyon just over the border of Imereti (and not far from that, there’s Georgia’s tallest waterfall, Khinchkha). Not long ago, they decided to make a real place out of Okatse and they’ve been going to extensive lengths—short of providing easy ways for tourists to get there—to develop it. For anyone visiting the region though, it’s a must-see.

the beginning of the bridge

I’ve been to this one twice myself, and each time their investments were clearly advancing. The fee for foreigners is 15 GEL, and is paid at an entrance building that has a big plastic map of the gorge. Then you take a peaceful walk through a rather large forest recreation area, where people are camping, barbecuing, playing soccer, and so on. For this, you don’t even have to worry about bringing water, as there are plenty of people there selling drinks, meat, and watermelon as you go.

The peaceful walk takes a nosedive nearly straight down, but with nice views of the foothills around. Then it goes up and you get to the canyon.

walking along

They built a long bridge following the length of the canyon, which ends at an overlook. This is not for people scared of heights, as you can look almost 50 meters straight down.

not if you're afraid of heights

The way back is a pretty rigorous hike up. If you’re feeling too lazy or if you’re in a rush, you can always just hire someone to drive you the distance to the canyon for 50 GEL or so. It’s really not such a terrible hike, as it’s all paved and relatively short, but if you’ve been drinking lots of wine and tchatcha the night before, like I had been both times, then it can be a bit of a doozy.

at the platform

I haven’t been to Kinchkha myself, but I hear it’s pretty impressive and is definitely on my list.

To get there you’ll have to take a marshrutka to Khoni and then to Gordi, where you’ll have to take a taxi for 30 GEL. Though you can probably arrange a driver from Martvili for less than 50 GEL to take you to both.

Dadiani Palace (Salkhino)

This is a tough one to list. It’s a very short drive from Martvili and is composed of two really beautifully composed buildings. The main building, the palace, was a summer residence of the royal Dadiani family, built in the 19th century. “Salkhino” means festive, and as the founder, Levan Dadiani was known as quite the partier, it seems a proper name.

imagine the old parties at that pad

The residence was recently bought buy the church, who graciously upkeeps it and doesn’t allow visitors to come in and tour. But they are free to walk around the peaceful and beautiful grounds. They run a monastery on the grounds as well, which is also a beautiful building, and in more of the traditional Georgian style.

the monastery next door

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