

While crossing the border to Armenia, my travel buz was temporarily down because of the tourist visa I had to obtain. It cost 15,000 Armenian dollars, which is about 40 dollars. That sucked along with the fact that I had to wait in line to get the visa outside in the hot sun and the heat. Thankfully it wasn’t just Ross and me. Right when we got off the bus, a couple approached us, and the girl asked Ross if he remembered her. I was expecting that Ross would perform some pick up move, but no. He recognized her from one of his political science classes at Bogazici. I introduced myself, and then out of the Van came her boyfriend. I thought that was also a buzz kill because this woman was very attractive and spoke with a French accent, and, in my opinion, French is the most beautiful language I have ever heard. Anyway, we all kind of got to know each other and we were all kind of relieved to have because if something goes wrong, its best to be in as large of a group as possible. They also had a Lonely Planet book for Georgia, Armenian, and Azerbaijan, which would come in handy later on. After we forked over the 15,000 Armenian dollars and received our tourist visas, we hopped back on the bus for another long bus ride. Additional Note: the Armenian Border Police weren’t as enthusiastic for Ross and I (Americans) to be entering into their country as they were back in Georgia.

The country landscape started to change rapidly! It was getting much more mountainous and rugged as we drove on. One thing similar to Georgia was the look of all the towns built during the soviet period. The same ugly, cemented, quickly assembled monstrosities that dominated Georgia’s country side were present in Armenia as well, but here it was to much greater extent. Thankfully we met an Armenian who was studying Political Science at the university in Yerevan. His name was Vlad and he helped us greatly by suggesting a couple of places that we could stay at that would be far less expensive then every other hotel advertised. He also gave us some introductory phrases in Armenian. We also talked along the way about politics, Armenia, and what all to see. He gave us a list of places to see. It was very fortunate to meet him on this leg of the journey because the help he gave was exponentially helpful.

The road became a whole lot more bumpy as we continued up into the mountains. The scenery changed completely. From rugged, rocky, mountainous terrain to rolling green Plateaus, hills, and white mountains in the distant. I have never seen such scenery before in my life. The place was postural heaven actually. I have never seen a place so green. It kind of made me want to eat the local lamb just to see if it tasted any different. However I got annoyed with the livestock at several times because they would constantly be in the road and the bus would have to dodge them. However the highland plains were awesome. I only wished that I could live in a time that was more free. Back before the days of Gengis Khan where this land was sparsely populated and how there was no law outside of the villages and towns and how you can roam free on horseback through it all. That was my daydream though out this part of the adventure. In a way, it sucks how all the land is now divided up into parcels belonging to governments, groups, or individual owners. It makes me think that the Native American tribes might have had it right all along. Oh well, too addicted to modernity to turn back. It is amazing though how the temperature changed quickly at those altitudes. It was nice to feel weather that was only 21 degrees C. However arriving on the other side of the mountains awaited Yerevan.



We stopped several times on the way there. Most of times were due to how we were traveling with one Russian Armenian who needed a cigarette almost every 45 minutes it seemed. Once, we stopped besides a small roadside restaurant on our way there. I didn’t get anything to eat because I wasn’t that hungry and I felt the need to not spend. I just got drinks for the road: a coke and a bottle of water. Ross did the same thing. At that stop though he decided to play the bus driver in a game of tavla (backgammon). He lost but I think this was so because he was taking advice on how to play from the Russian Armenian. I am no pro at backgammon, but I know smart plays vs. foolishly risky plays and Ross was being forcefully advised to do the latter. This is actually my biggest pet peeve in playing board games in this part of the world. Other players who are watching feel the need to sometimes play for us foreigners. My roommate Erman had a nasty habit of doing this, and, in response, I developed the habit of slapping his hand/wrist every time he tried to move one of my pieces. The second major pit stop was in this Armenian village high up on the green plateau that had a bakery that made cheesy bread better then any Asiago Bagel I have ever had at Panera Bread. I also got to refill my water jug with natural spring water that fed the town. Now typically most people say you shouldn’t drink the water in these parts of the world but, naturally I disregard such common knowledge as superstition. Natural Spring water is pretty much the same thing as bottled water, but without the wastful effects of having to throw away plastic. Because I was incredibly thirsty, was budgeting, and mom wasn’t there to protest, I happily drank the spring water.


At first glances, I thought I made a mistake in wanting to come here. The soviets just gutted the city and all culture, and individuality the Armenians might have had. Every building was a cement block with absolutely no color and no intrinsic beauty to it. It was depressing and it made me kind of want to leave. However I had no choice but to spend the night. So the guy we met on the bus gave me the number of a small and cheap hotel that we could stay at. I called up the person who worked at the hotel. I was scared that I was going to be talking to a guy who wasn’t going to know much English. Instead this would be my first conversation with a girl named Lucy. Expecting a man who could barely speak English, I was greatly surprised to hear a friendly, feminine voice speaking fluent English. I told her are situation and she told me over the phone that she didn’t have any rooms available at the hotel but that she would be able to House us at her own residence. After asking about other hotels in the area, she and every other Armenian who understood the question reassured me that I was not going to find anything cheaper then this place. I agreed and then she told the minibus driver to take Ross, me, and our two French friends with him to the place.
So we drove through the finest soviet architecture Yerevan had to offer us. I was horrified. Thankfully there was some signs that the Soviets didn’t destroy everything. I saw a couple of classical churches clearly Armenian in architecture. When we got to the area of the hotel, I was even more in despair. It looked like a very poor area of Yerevan when you first look at it, but on the inside of the buildings you realize that it was just another example about how little beauty existed during the Soviet Union. When we got there and got off the minibus, I was waiting to be greeted by a woman in her thirties who was completely fluent in English. Yet, I was surprised to see the woman I talked to on the phone was younger then me and was very cute. I was lock jawed in surprise. She then asked who was the one she talked to on the phone. I raised my hand eagerly and she told me about how she could house us in the hotel rooms the next night. Ross at first wasn’t too keen to spend another night but I was now convinced that there was more to Yerevan then what met the eye. I told him that if there isn’t much to see and do here that we would leave tomorrow night to go back to Georgia. I was certain that we were going to have a ball here.
Once we got settled in our hostel like sleeping quarters and when our female French compatriot was shown where the bathroom was located, we decided to head out together. From where we were, we decided to go out to the city center to get a nice dinner and to see what we can. Our male French compatriot asked two young Armenian guys for directions and they agreed to show us around and to come with us. I think they were looking for an opportunity to practice their English with us. I can’t remember their names regrettably because I didn’t bring my notebook with. We went out to this place in the downtown area to get something to eat. Our Armenian friends recommended it to us. I eventually was able to get a conversation in with them. They were curious as to why I wanted to come here and I told them I didn’t know anything about Armenia. Because of that, I felt that it would be necessary to just dive right into Armenia and get a crash course. We talked a bit about the country, economic problems, the problems with Azerbaijan, and other things. I was impressed though. One of them had pretty good English for only taking lessons for four months.


That was our night. Tomorrow would be another great little adventure, but seeing the rebuilt part of Yerevan was inspiring…