In many places in Armenia the traditional bread, the “lavash” is still baked one by one in an oven buried in the ground. Isn’t it hypnotic to watch?
Having taken it slow these past few days to recover from four weeks of nonstop traveling, I had meant to go see the Georgian National Museum yesterday, which is just around the corner of my hostel. Of course, I had once again overlooked that it was a public holiday, which somehow always seems to be the case when (every once in a while) I decide to visit a museum..
Anyway, my second attempt today was more successful and I am quite glad I went. The Georgian National Museum was opened only in 2004 and its exhibition design is quite modern – spacious with only a few well-chosen exhibits which thankfully are labelled both in Georgian and English!
Having explored the treasury, which exhibits very beautiful gold jewellery originating from third century BC to the fourth AC, it was a bit of a shock when I went up four stories – and two millenia – and entered the “Musuem of Soviet Occupation”, suddently standing in front of one of the train carriages in which the participants of the national uprising of 1924 were executed.
Why is it so difficult to write about hospitality without it all just sounding like a cliché? As I am staying in Georgia at the moment and trying to write about it, this a question I have been struggling with for the better part of the morning. Continue reading
When you travel in Armenia (and Georgia, too) it seems that there’s always yet another monastery or church around the corner that is worth visiting.
So, rather than boring the pants off you by listing (or worse, describing!) every single one that my friend Annegret and I have seen in the past weeks, here just the „best of Armenian religious sites“.
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