If you asked me to describe Batumi, the most famous city at the Georgian coast, I’d say it’s odd. I’m not sure if I like it. I don’t hate it. It makes me take photos like there is no tomorrow. What a weird city it is.
It’s been over three years since my first visit to Batumi. I returned in early August in a desperate search of a nice beach. Actually, I’ve stayed in Kobuleti this time, but I just had to make a day trip to see that peculiar resort again. Also, my boyfriend has never been there, which sounded like a great reason to go for both of us. I love that solo female travel thing, but one needs a change sometimes.
Not much has changed in Batumi in the last two years. It still feels like a tipsy architect’s playground. I’m not sure if words will do it justice. Luckily, I have enough images to tell the tale.
I rather enjoy Batumi, although I’m sure no one here ever heard of urban planning. The Russian style old town blends with new buildings that pretend they are somewhere in the Persian Gulf. Turkish restaurants are ubiquitous. Fancy skyscrapers overlook a stinky harbor full of half-sunken boats.
Chaos is the new harmony in Batumi. As a visual addict, I approve.
Which image is your favorite?