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In the throbbing heart of the Greater Caucasus, nestled among mountains that seem to guard it from the world, lies Shatili: a village that feels both real and surreal, a stone dream set amidst wild valleys. More than just a simple settlement, it’s a complex of millennial towers that appear to have convened like warriors ready to defend against every invasion, winter, and oblivion. Standing proud above the Arghuni River, these square towers cling to each other like ancient sisters, rising stubbornly on a slope, embodying the spirit of a people who have defied centuries of isolation.
The unique architecture of Shatili
Shatili is not only a remote Georgian village built between the 7th and 18th centuries; it serves as the gateway to the warrior soul of Khevsureti, a border region adjacent to Chechnya and Ingushetia. Its strategic location is impressive, but what truly captivates are the interconnected residential towers and defensive structures that create a living fortress. Understanding Shatili requires knowing its guardians: the Khevsurs, proud mountaineers devoted to their traditions and unwritten laws. Often referred to as the ‘Crusaders of the Caucasus’ (an perhaps romanticized legend), they embody an epic aura.
I remember when I first heard tales about them—stories of how, back in 1915, they rode into Tbilisi clad in ancient armor, swords at their sides, ready to fight in the Great War. Even though the myth of their Western ancestry has been debunked, the respect Georgia holds for them remains genuine. Their spirit lingers in the towers, in the songs, and in the symbols etched into the thresholds.
Getting to Shatili: an adventure in itself
Reaching Shatili is an adventure before the adventure even begins. Crossing the Datvisjvari Pass feels like stepping over an invisible boundary between modernity and an ancient world. The road, at times paved and at times unpaved, winds between gorges and slopes, with curves that overlook breathtaking precipices. A sturdy SUV is essential, ideally driven by someone who knows these mountains like the back of their hand.
No special permits are needed to enter, and despite its proximity to delicate borders, Shatili is safe. Nature, however, dictates the rules of the journey. Landslides and summer storms pose real dangers that demand caution. Speaking of weather, Shatili welcomes travelers only during the summer months. From November to May, snow and ice completely isolate the region. It’s between late June and early September that the village awakens. The towers seem to emerge from the fog of time, and the few inhabitants who choose to live here greet visitors with a discretion that carries the weight of ancient respect.
Experience local culture
Summer also brings local festivals, such as the Mountain Days Festival—celebrations that blend folklore, faith, and identity. Strolling among the towers is an indescribable experience: you navigate through dark alleys and steep staircases, suspended between sky and earth. The towers, whether empty or restored, offer glimpses into Georgian defensive architecture that is hard to find elsewhere. Many are open to visitors; just stepping through a threshold transports you to another era.
The suspended bridges between buildings, arrow slits, narrow staircases, and carvings on stones—all details contribute to a communal narrative. Among these are pictograms—symbols carved that evoke ancient deities and protective spirits. Here, the towers speak not only of war but also of faith, family, and survival.
A glimpse into spirituality and history
Above the village, a small Orthodox church silently overlooks the panorama. The Church of the Annunciation stands as a guardian of ancient rites and spirituality that intertwines Christianity with pre-Christian cults. Adjacent to it, a sanctuary with bells and altars narrates tales of whispered prayers and offerings left under sun and rain.
A short distance away, nestled in an even more solitary valley, lies the necropolis of Anatori: three stone crypts that still stand, revealing a story tinged with tragedy and courage. When the plague struck the village, the afflicted isolated themselves in these crypts to protect others. Their bones remain, silent witnesses to an extreme sacrifice.
Mutso: a sister village that leaves you speechless
If Shatili captivates your heart, then Mutso will leave you utterly speechless. More inaccessible and rugged, it embodies the essence of ancestral Georgia. Abandoned, perched on a cliff like a ‘cursed castle’, it is accessible only on foot. Yet every step is worth the effort: towers that defy gravity, crypts seemingly carved by the wind, and a silence that speaks louder than a thousand voices.
It is the wild sister of Shatili, its shadow and reflection. Together, they form two faces of the same mountainous story, one that continues to live through wind, stone, and memory. As many know, the journey is just as important as the destination, and in Shatili and Mutso, every moment is a brush with history.