Or maybe I should call this “hello from developing countries”.
Before I get to that, I have to tell you about my plane journey to get here. I don’t know if I would call it a journey from hell but it is not one of my favorite. I got to the airport early partly due to the fact that it was a late night flight and also, I did not have a hotel room to call mine. The plane arrived at the gate late due to whatever issue. Then one of the luggage compartment door would not close. So time was spend sort that one out. The long and short of it was that we arrived at Yerevan airport 2 hours late. That was followed by about 1/2 to 1/3 of the passengers (including me) did not get our luggage. This was followed by this long queue of filing reports. So, instead arriving at 3:30 AM, I showed up at the hotel at 7:30 AM, just in time for breakfast. Bless the guy from Explorer who patiently waited for at least 2 hours to pick me up. The other factor that made this worse is the behavior of the locals. For some unknown reason, their good manners all disappear when they are on a plane. They push, shove, and cut in front of any line. I have absolutely no problem with them any other time.
Armenia is a developing country and it has this unique combination of the lovely whiff of diesel fume, cigaret smoke, and hoka pipes. Yes, no one warned the Armenians about the effect of smoking. I have to pay attention when walking as the sidewalk can be uneven and bits of it may be missing. Forget about patient Polish drivers, it is lean on the horn and go. Crossing the road is a game of chicken; they will usually stop, maybe. However, I already seen an amazing display of Armenian history, starting from 4-5000 years ago. There is also the dancing fountains without going to Las Vegas. I met about half of the group; it will be a good trip.