Border Crossing: 30 minutes – Distance travelled: 166 miles – Cumulative milage: 3,986
A would be gleaming green and gold tower in the heart of Batumi
The storm returned in the early hours and continued throughout the morning. Murray took himself off for a couple of hours in the pouring morning rain, firstly to find a barber – an excellent and thorough Turkish one was found – and then to do the tourist bit looking at the sights; he was very much a lone man walking! He returned rather bedraggled and soaked to claim that Batumi was like a ‘Russian version of Blackpool on steroids!’ (I’ve never been to Blackpool so I can’t corroborate this but I am told Batumi is a popular destination for Russian tourists!)
Batumi – just imagine if the sun was shining
Checking out of the Admiral at noon we drove the short distance of 12 km to the border with Turkey at Sarpi. What a great border crossing, despite the torrential rain. We went through the usual customs procedures, explaining that while we were British the car is still registered in Pakistan and we were transiting to the UK = madness shown in the eyes of the customs guys! We were invited to pay car insurance, 58 Euros for a minimum of 3 months cover. On this occasion I was glad of this as I had felt a little vulnerable since leaving China – I very much doubt there has been any form of effective motor insurance in the countries traversed between China and Turkey.
What an imaginative border post!
Gushing waterfalls and great sculpture on the roadside
The crossing between Georgia and Turkey
Once on the Turkish coast road to Trabzon we immediately felt the benefit of the fantastic Turkish roads and infrastructure, a courteous driving style and the loss of the Georgian maniacal drivers. The rain had stopped and we made great tracks to get to Trabzon before turning left into the interior, up past Maçka and on another 20km to see the ancient 4th Century monastery of Sumëla, dedicated to the Virgin Mary. We had seen a picture of the this monastery in an old B&B guidebook, and given that we were now off the Silk Road and into the land of ancient Christian crusaders it was only fitting to make our modern day pilgrimage to a Christian site in this modern day Islamic country.
The Sümela Monastery
Before leaving Georgia I had booked rooms for the next two nights using Booking.com. Our first night was to be close to Sumëla, the second further along the coast and inland at Amasya – simply because these were areas circled in bright pink marker pen so I assumed this was the route plan.
Having climbed up through the hills towards the monastery we were looking for the hotel that I had booked, the Cosandere. It had shown on Booking.com as having only two rooms available, one basic double or a 5 bedded supreme chalet for the same price. Why not ‘large it’ and go for some space? I opted for the Swiss chalet style accommodation, obviously, all for about £28. Umm….. We drove up and down the mountainous road looking for the hotel noting that everything looked very shut up. Could it be that the season was over? We eventually pulled in at a vast but Swiss style hotel complex. The loos on the ground floor were open but unattended (advice: never pass by a relatively decent one) and we climbed up the steps to the massive restaurant area where there were one or two lights on, all the tables were made up, but there was not a soul to be found. The only sign that there might be someone around was the blaring TV and heat blasting from a rusting wooden stove in the middle of the restaurant. Yep, we’d missed the season and it seemed our booking had vanished into the ether, but after being led through the very closed kitchen and down a pitch-black corridor we were shown to a twin bedded, pine panelled room. All with a somewhat confused smile. It was at this point that Murray asked for the first time, “How did you find this place?” But it had fast and good Wifi (we could make WhatsApp calls), off road parking, and it was within the pink ringed zone on the map . . .
The Cosandere Hotel – we were the only guests and I suspect it was officially closed for the winter
After much cogitation Murray decided to stick the flags of all the countries we had traversed to date
Using Google translate – what fun that is! – we communicated with the man overseeing the hotel and explained we would return in an hour or so. We headed up the mountain to look at the monastery. Sadly it is currently undergoing restoration work so we couldn’t go all the way up to it but it was still impressive nevertheless, clinging to the remote and sheer Méla Mountain hillside at over 2,000m. The original monastery was established by two Greek Orthodox monks in 386 A.D. allegedly after seeing a vision of the Virgin Mary in a cave. Here they built a church and the monastery. During this period and until the Ottoman rule there had been a large Greek community in the Trebzon region. Sumëla was afforded protection from later Muslim rulers as it was thought not to be a threat to Islam and was recognised as a holy place of pilgrimage. Over the centuries is has variously fallen into despair and been restored. In the early 1900s the Russians increased the size of the structure to make it look as it is today – an incredible isolated edifice high in the Pontic mountains.
We returned to the colossal Cosandere hotel to find that our room had been touchingly prepared, the beds pushed together, with a little heater warming the room, a local TV channel selected and voluble for Murray’s hearing and the washing done! Now all I needed to do was strew it over the little room to get it dry before morning. We ate delicious simply prepared local trout and fell into bed, Murray still asking, “How did you find this place?”!!