I realize that in all my posts I did not truly illustrate my sheer luck in regards to hosts. Monday I had a host planned, but some unforeseen circumstances prevented her from hosting me, so while I was going back to the hostel, where I stayed the night before, I texted Mahrou, an Iranian girl I precedently met through CS, to tell her the news. She said me not to go to the hostel, but to go to the Cascade, where a friend of her could host me.
Enters Hooman. He's a young guy from Tehran, living in Yerevan since five years and mastering Cisco stuff. for a living. He hosted me for that one night and then... generously offered me to extend the hospitality for more days.
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Tim and Hooman |
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Look at the fucking view. |
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Party at Hooman's |
It was really great. The amount of languages we could muster was awesome. Hooman speaks Farsi, English, Armenian and a passable German, Tim also goes with Farsi and English but also Russian, Anel Russian, Kazakh and some Spanish, Lucijan can speak Italian, Slovenian and enough Russian. And then there's me! I can speak Italian, English and... I can... I can even order at a restaurant in Georgian, hoping not to receive any question in return! (update: yes, I can).
After three great days, we parted ways. Lucijam left for Garni, Gehard and possibly Tatev. To this day I don't know if she managed to, she's quite the, err, off the grid girl, but she's smart enough. For me it's time to move north, to Vanadzor, to my next host and to the Sanahin and Haghpat monasteries.
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