Should you ever entertain the idea of travelling to lake Sevan in Armenia out of season (say, around April), beware! This is what might happen to you:
When we arrived our taxi driver wouldn’t believe that we were in the right place because the gate was shut and nobody seemed to be around at first. We were about to give up when the gates were opened… et voilá: Our hotel, and I mean “our” hotel, as we are the only two guests…
“Wings of Tatev” – that is the unpretentious name of the cable car leading up to the famous Tatev monastery (and the village of the same name) in Armenia. Continue reading
Today, Annegret and I joined an Armenian friend and hundreds of thousands of other Armenians in a procession to the Armenian Genocide Memorial in Yerevan. Continue reading
A bit strange to see a lot of cars with German ads in Georgia. Here’s the minibus that took us from Georgia to Armenia yesterday – with an ad on it for a German paragliding school…
Written by Annegret
Being the first friend to join Maike for one leg of her journey around the world, I also have the honour of being the first guest blogger she has invited to write a post for meanderingmaike.net And what better subject for me to tackle than our visit to Ani? Continue reading
The day before yesterday, Annegret and I left Istanbul for a journey that would take us some 1500 kilometers from one end of Turkey to the other, by ferry from Istanbul to Bursa, by bus from Bursa to Eskişehir, and then by train from Eskişehir to Ankara and from Ankara to Kars. View Map Continue reading
1) Culture and Architecture Continue reading
Two busy days in Budapest and a rather short night on the train, interrupted by border controls, had left me rather unwilling to do any major exploring in Belgrade (where I have also been before). So I spent day 5 of my trip getting a sunburn in the city park, admiring the view and watching the crowd, as well as writing for my blog. Continue reading
Well, let’s put it this way, the Budapest-Belgrade night train doesn’t quite compare with the Berlin-Budapest train, I guess it doesn’t come as a surprise?
It started with the car with the sleeping compartments being shut and unlit when I arrived. A friendly guy, who turned out to be one of the conductors, helped me get on board the car next door and shouted for his colleagues to come and show me where to go.