Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Port of Call: Kobuleti


This way, please …

It used to be a supermarket … can you tell?
After my exciting travels with the supremely hospitable members of ZAR, I settled into the more mundane environs of the Bazaleti Hotel in Tbilisi (pictured at right) for my week-long TLG training. TLG, short for “Teach and Learn with Georgia,” is a program run through the Georgian Ministry of Science and Education, whose aim is to bring native speakers of English to help teach in public schools. Their emphasis is definitely on quantity: there were over 50 new volunteers in my training group, with another 50 set to arrive the next week, in addition to the hundreds already in schools scattered throughout Georgia. There have been articles written various places about this program, which highlight different strengths and flaws. I won’t dwell too much on the training, which was incredibly boring (except for the Georgian language classes, which I quite enjoyed), and simultaneously too long and too short. Too short in the sense that there’s no way to get anywhere in a language (especially one as different from Indo-European languages as Georgian is), or thoroughly learn about a culture, in one week. By comparison, Peace Corps volunteers (of whom there are a number in Georgia, mostly also doing English language teaching, I understand) are trained in-country for I think two months before being sent to their destination. The TLG training was too long in the sense of each day (session after session with short breaks from 8am-7pm) and in the sense that each session could be boiled down to: “this is a different culture with different resources and expectations – be prepared to improvise.” Of course, TLG has to try to cover enough bases so the less culturally-adept volunteers don’t experience complete culture shock.

One view from my window:
the police station is the orange building to the left,
my school the yellow one to the right.
Anyway, enough about that. Only after five days of training did I actually find out my placement: Kobuleti, a coastal town in the southwestern region of Adjara. (Which could also be spelled Achara, or the way that I notate Georgian sounds for myself, Ach’ara). Adjara is technically an autonomous republic, though today its relations with the national government are pretty normalized. I haven’t noticed too much in my short amount of time to indicate any kind of difference in services or administration.  The landscape in this region is really stunning. We’re right on the eastern coast of the Black Sea. The house where I’m living is about 200 meters from the water. The whole town is basically two long streets (David Aghmashenebeli and Rustaveli, like in every other Georgian city) that run parallel to the beach, with cross streets in between, so my proximity to the sea isn’t anything special here. What is special, though, are the mountains that rise high up, a mere 5-10km or less from the beach. You can see them from my bedroom window. The only place I’ve seen pictures of that seems to compare would be Chile, where the Andes mountains rise directly from the coastal plains. As I understand it, there aren’t many established trails in the mountains near Kobuleti, so they tend to be explored only during the warmer months, when the snow and subsequent mud have somewhat receded.

My host family has been extremely welcoming and generous. There are four children, two parents, and two grandparents. The oldest child, who speaks English very well, is at the university in Tbilisi, so I’ve only seen her a few times. The mother speaks some English, enough to give essential information, though not necessarily enough to always know what I’m saying. With the father, grandparents, and the three youngest kids, then, I’m mostly stuck with my less-than-rudimentary Georgian. But it’s an ideal environment in which to improve, or so I keep telling myself.

First glimpse of the Black Sea
My first night in Kobuleti, I was immediately put in the archetypal situation of a Georgian supra. It was my host mother’s birthday, and I was literally delivered to the restaurant after an excruciating 6-hour marshutka ride from Tbilisi. I got to taste some delicious Adjarian food right away (similar in many ways to other parts of Georgia, but with a healthy dose of Turkish and Middle Eastern spices and techniques), and had to take part in many toasts, followed by dancing. My proudest moment was when I offered to sing a “Mravalzhamier,” a classic Georgian toast song, wishing long life to someone. The only one I know was part of a Double Edge Theatre performance (The Firebird, in 2010), and I didn’t know if it would be well-known in this particular region, but as soon as I finished the first phrase, the priest’s wife joined in on another part and others joined in. We got about halfway through before the harmonies fell apart (which easily could have been my fault, given the number of toasts that had preceded this moment). Immediately after this song, the local priest, who was also the tamada (toastmaster) of the supra, asked “Do you want a Georgian wife?”


(One recording from YouTube of the "Aslanuri Mravalzhamier")

In general, I’ve been less active in music-gathering since arriving in Kobuleti. The job has been challenging, working in grades 1-9, with about five lessons a day, always with a Georgian co-teacher. We’re planning a Valentine’s Day party, though, which will involve some singing (I taught some of the classes the Beatles’ “All You Need is Love”, not fully realizing how difficult the verses would be for non-native speakers). It’s also been difficult finding many musical events in town, though I suspect there’s more going on in Batumi, the regional capital, which is about 30 minutes away by marshutka. As the weather warms up, also, I imagine there will be more folk music and dancing going on. All three children in the house take traditional dance classes, and they’ve offered to bring me along to watch at some point. The oldest boy also taught me the words and melody to a Georgian folk song, which I’ve been slowly learning. It seems to be a two-part song, accompanied most often, I think, by a changuri (small three-string lute) and possibly drums. Here’s a performance from YouTube:



It looks like I’ll have to sing this song also at the Valentine’s Day party (with help from the children). So far, things are good in Kobuleti – I’m well-fed, adjacent to a great deal of natural beauty, and healthily challenged by working with young, rambunctious Georgian children.

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