My day in Tskaltubo
Most people from the West who come to Georgia come for the wine, the food and the mountains. I came for an abandoned Soviet resort.
Tskaltubo was built as a spa town for Soviet workers, with marble sanatoriums that look like palaces. When the Soviet Union collapsed, the new Georgian state had no money to keep it running, and most of it was left to rot.
In one of the sanatoriums I walked into, I heard heavy steps on the ground floor. It turned out to be cows and pigs wandering through what used to be the lobby.
Upstairs was a huge ballroom, a former cinema and decoration I did not expect in a ruin. That luxury was the point: it told workers they now had what only the aristocracy could afford before the Revolution.
Some buildings are still home to families who fled the war in Abkhazia in the 1990s, and in one of them residents charged me a small fee to go in. The makeshift homes and sheds built into the old wings reminded me of Fallout or Metro 2033.
In a restored building nearby I found Stalin painted among workers and teachers. And yes, Soviet spa towns had a reputation for holiday romances, something Russians still call a kurortny roman.
