We unfortunately didn’t have much time for Armenia. We’d scheduled a date at the border to enter Iran that was only a few days in the future, plus everyone we’d met said there just really wasn’t a lot to see. (Sorry, Armenia.) So with that in mind, we booked just two nights at a hostel in the country’s capital, Yerevan, to give us one solid day of sightseeing before scooting off southward into the countryside and towards the Iranian border.
In Yerevan, the drivers are aggressive dickheads, and the buildings are all made of the same brown bricks. Almost everyone looks like a wannabe low-level gangster–the men in leather jackets, the women in too-tight dresses, and everyone in dark sunglasses. There are some parks that have all seen better days, and the city’s hot sightseeing spot, The Cascade, is perpetually under construction. Outside of the city centre, everything breathes a kind of dilapidated sigh.
Yerevan definitely wasn’t the most beautiful city we’ve been to, but the food was good and the beer was pretty cheap. People weren’t mean. It has a cool weekend market. Maybe some day in the future we’ll be back and able to give her more time… but probably not any time soon.