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The pool, the beach, and across a little bay in the Persian (Arabian) Gulf to some of the cool buildings in downtown Manama

Why on earth would we spend five days in Bahrain? From Yerevan we connected through Dubai and flew on to Manama, Bahrain, the island kingdom’s capital just off the Arabian peninsula. “Why,” my Armenian seat mate who worked in Dubai asked, “would you go to Bahrain?” And as Mark went through immigration when we arrived there the agent kept asking “But what are you doing here?” as if to say “People don’t just come here on holiday.”

There aren’t really many good reasons except the one that finally satisfied the immigration agent: this was Mark’s 118th country. It’s what we do. There was a U.S. Navy base here in the 1970s and I remember from those days that I was intrigued; it was supposed to be about the worst duty station you could draw. But mostly it was really just about checking off a box. We had (modestly) enjoyed the visits earlier this year in Abu Dhabi, Dubai, and Oman and figured this would be similar. On top of that our goal was to fly to Alexandria and oddly Bahrain is one of the relatively few places where you can fly direct. So we flew to Bahrain and spent five days in the Persian Gulf or, as they call it here not so surprisingly, the Arabian Gulf. Arabs and Iranians aren’t the best of neighbors, you see.

Here I am enjoying the pool

What’s there to do in Bahrain? Not much to be honest. Our hotel had a nice little private beach and a beautiful pool, so we could hang out there. We found an Indian restaurant we liked so we could go there a couple of times, which beat the hell out of the overpriced food available at the hotel. There’s a national history museum that was definitely worth a couple of hours. I mean, I’d never heard of the Dilmun civilization, but now I know a little bit about it, especially their mound burial practices which made up a big part of the exhibit. And I learned a little bit about pearl diving, the mainstay of their economy over a few centuries until oil was discovered.

Otherwise, not so much to do, nowhere near as interesting as the other Gulf states (which weren’t really that interesting). The hotel was beautiful and a lot cheaper than it would be most anywhere else so that was nice. But in contrast to our stay in Dzoraget a couple weeks ago where Mark was bored while I found it pleasant, this time Mark enjoyed being laid back and I was bored. That’s OK, from here we’re off to Egypt where there should be a lot of interesting things to see.

That’s our hotel. I found the architecture a little austere, brutal even, though Mark liked it. That building in the background is interesting, though. It was reasonably close to our beach and at one point when I was lying there reading a book on genetics (A Brief History of Everyone Who Ever Lived) that I was enjoying I looked up and thought “Oh my god, that’s a double helix from some DNA!”

The cool skyscrapers across the bay from us in twilight

Another cool new building

And another shot of the pool, the beach, and the city. See, I told you there wasn’t much here.

Not a lot to do in Dzoraget but with a kitty like this what more do you need?

From Tbilisi we drove nearly three hours south across into Armenia. The plan was to break up the drive to Yerevan and there was supposed to be a nice hotel almost exactly in the middle between the two capitals. The hotel is right on a little river in the Debed Canyon so it seemed perfect for a couple nights, a little hiking, whatever.

Well, it didn’t quite work as well as we’d hoped. The hotel was nice enough and the setting in the canyon was beautiful. But there was nothing to do. Nothing. No hiking trails, no little town, no alternative restaurants. Nothing. If we’d had a car you could drive to some World Heritage-listed monasteries, but we didn’t so there was not a lot to do. Which made two days a bit long.

The Avan Dzoraget Hotel nestled along the Debed River. A beautiful setting but definitely on the dull side.

There were still some little gems to be experienced. Mark had a cat that loved sitting in his lap getting petted. One day it was sunny enough for me to find a rock in the little stream and read. The food at the hotel was excellent which was surprising. Both days we were there a bus with tourists would pull in around 4:00 PM and they’d have a dinner table set for 25 or so; otherwise we were the only guests. That’s not typically the environment for great food but the food there really was great.

Ultimately I enjoyed our two days. If I have some beautiful scenery and a place to read I can be happy. Mark? Bored out of his mind. That’s OK, from here it’s down to Yerevan and the city will keep him engaged.

A rock, the little Dzoraget River, a valley, and a book. What more do you need?

Looking up the Debed River no more than a quarter-mile from our hotel. Would have been a great place to explore but there were no trails at all.

A lovely view across the river and valley from our room

The food here was really, really good, everything super fresh. Here we have a grilled eggplant salad, an olive salad, and a nice glass of Armenian wine. So much better than that over-hyped Georgian wine!

Somehow I always seem to stumble onto cemeteries. As I noticed in Georgia most headstones have photos of the deceased somehow impressed on the stone. Eerie.

Here I am outside the Narikala Fortress, originally built by the Persians in the 4th century

I was looking forward to Tbilisi, a historic capital wedged between the Russian, Persian, and Ottoman empires. It’s a place I have long wanted to visit and it definitely lived up to and even exceeded my hopes.

It’s hard to say that there is anything specifically great about Tbilisi (known typically as Tiflis until 1936) except that it just has a great feel to it. Because of its location at the crossroads between east and west it has always been something of a cosmopolitan city, something evidenced by the wide range of architecture. And the fact that the weather was just about perfect – sunny with low humidity and highs in the upper 60s – didn’t hurt. This thing about travel during the shoulder seasons can work really well.

We stayed at the Rooms Hotel Tbilisi, sister hotel to the place we stayed in Kazbegi. I think these are the only two hotels they’ve done but it’s an absolutely great model turning old buildings into lively and exciting spaces.

What is there to do in Tbilisi? You can walk around a lot. The old city is small but definitely worth a visit or two with some good restaurants packed in. The Bridge of Peace over the Kura River is a particularly beautiful walkway. You can take a cable car from right near the Bridge of Peace up to the 65-foot Mother of Georgia statue, erected in 1958 to celebrate Georgia’s 1,500th anniversary. Or you can ride a funicular up to Mtatsminda Park, home of a 200-foot high ferris wheel with great views of the city.

Mark in the ferris wheel of Mtatsminda Park

One surprise was the Zurab Tsereteli Museum of Modern Art. I wandered in one afternoon after lunch and a pleasant hour or two reading in a park, not expecting much. Instead it was one of those serendipitous moments when you learn something truly interesting. Zurab Tsereteli, you see, is Georgia’s most prominent modern artist and, since 1997, President of the Russian Academy of Arts. We’ve actually seen two of his more famous pieces in Moscow, a decidedly controversial statue of Peter the Great – occasionally voted one of the ugliest statues in the world – and the somewhat more conventional Cathedral of Christ the Savior.

The current exhibit in Tbilisi’s Museum of Modern Art is a collection of recent work, large oil paintings from the last 10 to 15 years mixed in with some large statues he’s done over the years. It’s a remarkable body of work for someone who would have been in his late 70s and early 80s when he created them. It was fun to learn about this giant in Georgian and Russian art, though I would try to forget that he’s a big friend of and apologist for Vladimir Putin.

Tsereteli’s Dima with Tonic and Gin. I can’t say exactly what that title means but I like the painting.

And then the other big event for us was an evening with Patty and Chaz, a couple from St. Louis we met and enjoyed drinking with in the Maldives. Just before we pulled into Kazbegi a few days ago I saw on Facebook that they were leaving Kazbegi. I messaged Patty to ask if we had just missed them and we discovered that we would cross paths for one night in Tbilisi, so we made plans to have dinner. It’s one thing we enjoy a lot on this adventure is meeting friends – sometimes old friends, sometimes intrepid travelers we’ve met along the way – in obscure places. I’ll call Georgia obscure enough to qualify.

A fun evening with Patty & Chaz. Officially they live in St. Louis but they seem to be on the road almost as much as we are, and just as likely to be in some pretty obscure place. Last time Maldives this time Tbilisi. I’ve suggested we do the next meeting in Zanzibar.

This is our last stop in Georgia; from here we head down to Armenia for six nights. One word, though, about Georgian wine. For years, particularly in recent years as I’ve read Russian and Soviet history, I’ve read about these great Georgian wines. Over and over you hear how surprisingly good they are and I was looking forward to trying them. Surprising, yes. Good, not so much. Perhaps they were good in comparison to what else you could get in the Soviet Union in the 1940s or 1960s, but Mark’s estimation was that they ran from tolerable to terrible. I probably wasn’t quite that negative but I would say that the gap between reputation and execution was perhaps the biggest I’ve ever experienced. Let’s just say I won’t be hunting out the Georgian Wine section in Manhattan liquor stores when we settle there in a few months.

Mark on the Bridge of Peace

And standing beneath the Mother of Georgia. She has a bowl of wine in her left hand signifying Georgian hospitality and a sword in her right hand for, well, just in case…

Part of the Tsereteli exhibit

And one more I liked, titled simply Sergei

One feature of the former Soviet Union that I’m always amused by are these underground passageways to cross major streets. I mean, you certainly wouldn’t want to interfere with vehicular traffic, after all. One you get down there there are all sorts of little shops and people selling stuff and, often, bad musicians.

A funky little restaurant in the old city where we had a frustrating meal, one of those places that after you wait and wait for food the waiter says “It will be here in five minutes” and fifteen minutes later you’re still waiting. The setting was nice though.

The original Grapevine Cross, carried by St. Nino into Georgia in the 4th century after she was given it by Mary herself, now in Tbilisi’s small but elegant Sioni Cathedral

Christ sitting in the dome of the new Holy Trinity Cathedral, consecrated in 2004. The main cathedral of the Georgian Orthodox Church, this is pretty much the only finished space; the vast majority of the interior remains to be painted. I guess we’ll come back in 10 years or so to see how they’re doing.

And finally a view of a little bit of Tbilisi and the Kura River across to the Holy Trinity Cathedral from up near the Narikala Fortress. Fall really is beautiful here.