What you may associate with Armenia: Kim Kardashian. Or maybe not. Maybe you don’t know much or you know nothing at all. My acquaintance with Armenia is nothing close to extensive, but enough to know that the Kardashians are not Armenia’s greatest exports. One thing I reckon we should learn about Armenia is that it…
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Fond Farewell To Pre-School Nomadism
33 countries under her teeny crocheted belt. Some people think that, for her age, it ain’t nothing but a number. Sure, she can’t remember all the country names (and never correctly pronounced most of them). She can’t remember the tens of airports she passed through (though the memory lingers briefly for she’s got a photographic…
Yerevan, Armenia: The Armenian Genocide Museum
[Warning: A couple of graphic images in this post.] No words. Just concealed tears. The air felt stiff. So stiff it smothered my senses. I was painfully looking at a black and white photo of Armenian doctors hanged at Aleppo Square, 1916. In my peripheral view I caught sight of other visitors, barely moving, fixated…
The Brag Corner: UNESCO World Heritage Sites I’ve Visited
Kentron District, Yerevan, Armenia: Our Home In The Pink Capital
Hubby and I dumped our luggage in one corner of Tashir Pizza. We perused the menu handed by a charming waitress (who could shake your weariness off with one smile) and ordered something familiar and easy and essential: Spaghetti bolognese and salad and the WiFi password. An Armenian gastro adventure can wait, I thought. Besides,…
2013 Year-Ender: When Travel Turned Into A Black Hole
And I got sucked in. In 2012, we were armed with all sorts of excuses: Extended honeymoon stage. A break from the mundane. Discounted airfares for tots. “Still saving up for a house (and/or still haven’t decided where to buy)“. Backpacking while young. Living in the now… The list went on and echoed through the…
Border Crossing: Overland By Bus/Marshrutka From Tbilisi, Georgia To Yerevan, Armenia
The driver slammed his cab’s boot shut, as if to seal our two-week Georgia affair tight. He drove without a word. We were at the finish line of one Caucasus journey, and were about to begin afresh in a neighboring country. Yet another border cross my passport with a detached cover had to survive. I…
