I enjoyed the company of a small group of Abkhazian refugees who shared their stories of that region of Georgian, they are still unable to return to. They had spent over ten years in Batumi - now thats a long time to spend at a beach resort.
There was no Octopus on the menu, but there was beer, chicken salad and Ajara khachapuri - which was exactly the reason why I came to Batumi in the first place for. This is the Georgian national dish with a difference as it has a freshly openned egg ontop.










