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Sasha appears in the kitchen exactly at 8 o’clock in the morning. He puts the teapot on fire. “We will have breakfast together, then you are free to go wherever you wish,” he says and walks out. Emée comes down to the kitchen not long after. She says she was cold during the night. The breakfast is rich – potato soup, honey, jams, cheese, bread. Before we leave, Tania gives us a big piece of cheese for the road. We

The main street in the village of Fioletovo is empty when we arrive there in search of a shelter for the night, slowly walking down the muddy path that leads from the main road to the village. Houses are located on both sides of the street, in front of the gates to each household a cabbage is placed on top of an electricity meter box. Russian Molokans, who make the overwhelming majority of the village’s population, are well-known in Armenia

We greet the third day of our hitchhiking trip along the Silk Road of Armenia in our sleeping bags, laying on a dusty bed in an abandoned house in the village of Kobayr. It's 8 o’clock in the morning. The night was rather cold, and we are lazy to leave our warm sleeping bags, so we spend half an hour singing songs. Packing doesn’t take long and we decide to explore the house before leaving it. What we find is

As we left the Akhtala monastery and walked back to the main road, a driver named Robert offered us a lift on an old green Soviet “Lada” for a few kilometers and dropped us off on the highway. Our next stop along Armenia's Silk Road was village of Haghpat to visit its famous 10th-century monastery of the same name, a UNESCO World Heritage site. A short ride took us to the Haghpat intersection, where we sat under a tall tree

It was 7:30 in the morning when I opened my eyes. The room was dark. My consciousness tried to identify the place I was at. The alcohol consumed during the last night's dinner at Mher’s house, whose family offered as a shelter for the first night of our hitchhiking trip along the Silk Road of Armenia, had its negative impact. I slowly regained my memory; we were in the village of Berdavan. By 8:00 AM everyone was up. Mher’s older

Standing under a lamp post in the middle of the town of Berdavan in the Tavush province of Armenia, we were trying to decide what to do now that we were stuck on the road. Our first day on the Silk Road of Armenia did not go the way we intended. The few locals we met told us it wasn’t that safe to be out at night because of the wolves and jackals roaming around in search of food. We