Best Eastern Hotel Ani Plaza Yerevan

... other - rock, estrada, national, house... Well in some countries they would call it a festival, but not here. Here it's just OUR CITY'S BIRTHDAY, SO HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR!

P.S. Sorry ppl, I forgot my camera at home, so I had to take the pictures from my iPhone... So I couldn't take many of them, especially at night, and they are not of best quality..

... and practice skiing, snowboarding and other winter sports. There are also competitions held every year. Also try skating in an open rink near Opera house.

By all means try eating Khash – our national soup. There is a special way to eat it, so it'd e better if you have someone next to you who knows how to eat it)))

Among holdays – New Year (December 31-January 1) and Christmas ...

... except one thing- these people drive like maniacs. Not only won't they stop for you in a cross-walk, THEY'LL BEAR DOWN ON YOU. Think maybe you'll call a cop? THE COPS DRIVE THE SAME! It's the one black spot on an otherwise remarkable people, and I mean black. These people are homicidal. I used to say you could judge a person or a people by the way they drive, but maybe I'll modify that- let's say you can measure a certain maturity level ...

... of the window and told the girl to repeat what the problem was since I don't speak Armenian. "The driver's not here." Huh? He's outside! He just sent me in here to buy a ticket. "The driver's not here." I sat for a few minutes in the bus station, thinking the driver was supposed to come inside to register, then finally walked back outside to the marshrutka. "You have a ticket now?" No. The girl there wouldn't sell me a ticket. You're not here. "What?!" You're ...

... where Christianity became the official state religion in the 4th century. The pagan king imprisoned St. Gregory the Illuminator for 12/13 years in a big, buggy hole in the ground where the saint was fed by a kindly woman with a basket of food sent down the well. Eventually, the king was struck with insanity and was told by his sister to see what St. Gregory could do. As the story goes, the king was magically healed and allowed ...

... which is hidden somewhere in the south of Tbilisi. I swim to Marjanishvili where a marshrutka is supposed to go there. After 10 minutes of unsuccessful hiding from the falling water I'm ****** off at Tbilisi unsingposted transport and decide to go to main train station. Here there should be also a 8am Yerevan marshrutka but eventhough I do elaborate jogging I can't find any. Some people say it's gone, some say it goes at 9 and some are taxi drivers saying there weren't any marshrutkas ...

... from recession and war with neighboring Azerbaijan. Following the break-up of the Soviet Union, these two neighbors began fighting, partly because the Soviets created boundaries irrespective of who lived where. Armenia now effectively controls 18 percent of Azerbaijan, with thousands of refugees on both sides. This is where the other son comes in, representing this other aspect of Armenia, a Christian people surrounded by Muslims with whom they have ...

... passenger cell phone went off, and played the C&C Music Factory classic: "Everybody dance now". A tribute to Borat, or the reality of what is to come... only time will tell for our travelers. HE SAID: more to come... SHE SAID: I love being Armenian, and love my home country...I am so proud of it, and we are lucky to still have our own little land, despite much of our land being taken, our hardships and the 1915 Genocide still denied by ...

... fyrr kom min lelega enskukunnatta ser illa og eg nadi ekki nema hluta af thvi sem stadarleidsogumadurinn sagdi okkur um framleidsluferlid. Eg attadi mig nu samt a ad koniakid er latid verkast i eikaramum og tho nokkur hluti af tvi gufar upp i gegnum timbrid enda la koniaksilmurinn i loftinu svo mer thotti eiginlega nog um. Tharna voru tunnur merktar hinum og thessum fyrirmennum, td. Jeltsin og odrum forsetum sem hafa ...

... a life of instability in an orphanage! We were then able to share the shoeboxes with these little ones. For me, one of the best moments at the orphanage was seeing the joyful expression on the face of a little blind boy when we tickled hi face with a soft stuffed dog. He seemed to love it, and I know I loved watching his face light up each time we would hand that toy back to him. All too soon, we were rushed off to dinner at a pizza restaurant. I felt that we could have ...