Golden Tulip Hotel Yerevan

... desce nefungoval jediný budík a většina páček a po chvíli jízdy nám došlo, že vlastně nemá zrcátka. No ale hlavně že nás vzal, i když jsme stáli v uličce. Minibus se šplhal rychlostí svižné chůze zpátky o 800 metrů výš z Ďáblova kaňonu. V nejbližší vesnici přistoupilo dalších 8 lidí, což snížilo spolu se stropem 1,5 metru komfort cestování na dno. V ...

... 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!<br><br>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. <br><br> By all means try eating Khash &#8211; 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)))<br><br> Among holdays &#8211; New Year (December 31-January 1) and Christmas ...

... least. There's not much English here, but what there is, is good, and that's as much a feature of hostels as common rooms, kitchen, or Internet. So I make friends and watch them leave, chuckling to myself about the long-term hangers-on until I realize that I'm the old-timer here now. And I'm getting attached to objects floating down a river. I haven't worked out in a week either. You can't do that in a dorm room. It's time to leave, back to Turkey.

... 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 ...

... as snow melted while I looked for a guest house or homestay. Friendly villagers helped me and soon I was walking with Alena to her home, a village farm. After a mid-afternoon meal, I visited the monastery complex as another snowstorm arrived. One fascinating thing about Armenian monasteries is that kings and other historical figures are buried here, but not in cemetaries. They are buried underneath your feet as you walk around the monastery. On the floor are ...

... we huddled together attempting to stay warm. After the paperwork was finished we walked back out to the cars for inspection. This was one of the first times that the guards had asked to look into our cars. I was nervous at first opening the trunk of Dante. We had a large medical kit that I was sure they were going to call drugs and the oil in the back of the Mercedes had already been an issue leaving Turkey. I worried for a few seconds but than realized as ...

... góð og ég geri mitt besta til að ná öllu saman á mynd. Kirkjan er eins og aðrar kirkjur í Armeníu, gömul, hlaðin og hlaðin átrúnaði sem er svo þykkur að maður finnur þyngdaraflið aukast innan við dyrnar. Í kjallaraherbergi í þessari kirkju er skrautleg kista með líkamsleifum konu sem var grýtt í hel fyrir einhverjum öldum fyrir það að neita að giftast e. konungnum. Mér verður hugsað til kynsystra hennar sem eru grýttar til bana í dag fyrir engu meiri sakir og ...

... for few, who enjoyed the beauty of Yerevan just a little longer. Today was once again a long day. We got a little behind schedule this morning, but it seems God had plans for the day we didn't know about yet at that point. Initially we were supposed to see the Manuscript Museum, the Genocide Museum, have 2 concerts, and go to the Refugee camp all in one day. It sounds like too much, and it is! God knew that His plan was better, and our second concert ended up cancelled ...