GEORGIAN SUPRA II

A supra in the forest.  The old fellow in the left photo below had the fingers of his left hand blown off as a T-34 tank driver during WW II.   He still had the fire in his soul to sing, drink and dance - a true Georgian man. I asked the accordion player if he knew any American tunes, and he started playing “Dixie”.  This was one of the most enjoyable supras I attended because of the forest setting, lively company, music and singing. 

A supra in Poti, Grusia.  Again, there never is a supra without songs and gaiety. There was even some Karaoke singing and lots of dancing.  The bottom left photo shows three fellows enjoying themselves when day turned to night.


The Georgian in the green shirt attended Tartu University in Estonia, and spoke some Estonian.  His favorite Estonian phrase was: “Kurat, mis viga on” (“Damn, what’s the problem”). He was a jolly fellow who enjoyed his time at Tartu Univ.

The beauty of Shatili, Grusia.  Reminded me of Switzerland. The tall narrow structures in the bottom let photo are actually fortresses from an earlier era where the villagers would seek refuge whenever the enemy came.  The trip to this mountain supra was interesting because we had to pass through several Russian checkpoints.   We carried extra bread and sausage to give to the young Russian soldiers since they always asked for food.  I sat in the back and kept quiet.

The photo on the right shows a supra by a river near Sioni, Georgia. The bottom left photo shows a supra at the Gudauri ski resort in the high Caucasus mountains.  The bottom right photo shows a table full of Georgian dumplings called “gingalli and “hajapuri” (cheese bread).  They are national dishes of Georgia and never absent from the supra table.   Gingalli is a dumpling with the inside filled with ground meat, seasoning, mushrooms. There is a special technique to eating gingalli with one’s hands without dribbling the juice all over the clothes.  Pepper is a must.

The top left photo shows two fellows about to say “Gaumarjus Sakartvello” with home-made Georgian wine.  The photo on the right shows an honorary Tamada receiving a pig’s head award.  The fellow with the knife is making sure the pig is dead.  Being a Tamada is an exhausting undertaking.

Parties with my Georgian friends.  The Georgians are the most hospitable people I know, and it was always a pleasure being with my friends.  The nation of Georgia is blessed with talented people, a beautiful country and an illustrious history. The Georgians deserve to build their nation as they see fit, without having to suffer under the intrigues of Big Powers (both East and West). 

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GEORGIAN FOLK SONGS

The Georgian folk song on this page is from the mountainous region of Shatili and is dedicated to the beauty of a young woman from that region.


Georgian folk songs are polyphonic, and the music of different regions have their  own distinguishable polyphonic sounds.


I was fortunate to have been invited to several Georgian folk song and dance festivals.  Performers came from all the regions of Georgia.  I particularly enjoyed watching the dancers from Adjara and Shatili regions.

“Shatilis Asulo”, Georgian Legend

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Hajapuri (cheese bread) straight out of the oven.