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Tbilisi - Jvari - Mtskheta - Ananuri - Gergety

Autumnal colours and moving experiences

all seasons in one day
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In the building site next to the hotel, are four cute little puppies. Well, they are cute until they start barking at 04:00. Yawn.


As this is the last two-nighter on our trip, we sent a few items to the laundry in the hotel, and it was all there when we got back last night. Still wet and a different colour from it was at the start of the holiday. Oh well, I didn't like that bra anyway...

The bra was white, now a blue-charcoal-grey

Jvari Church

On this location in the early 4th century Saint Nino, a female evangelist, erected a large wooden cross on the site of a pagan temple. The cross was reportedly able to work miracles and therefore drew pilgrims from all over the Caucasus. The current church is said to be constructed between 590 and 605, the name is translated as the Monastery of the Cross.



This is one of the oldest cities of the country of Georgia, and the whole area is under restoration (really?), with lots of souvenir shops, hotels, restaurants and even little golf carts to ferry lazy tourists around. The whole old city has been declared a UNESCO heritage site. This is where Christianity in Georgia takes its origin.


Svetitskhoveli Cathedral

The name means literally, "the Living Pillar Cathedral": in the 1st century AD a Georgian Jew from Mtskheta named Elias was in Jerusalem when Jesus was crucified. Elias bought Jesus’ robe from a Roman soldier at Golgotha and brought it back to Georgia. Returning to his native city, he was met by his sister Sidonia who upon touching the robe immediately died from the emotions engendered by the sacred object. The robe could not be removed from her grasp, so she was buried with it. The place where Sidonia is buried with Christ's robe is preserved in the Cathedral.

Sidonia's Grave

Later, from her grave grew an enormous cedar tree. Ordering the cedar chopped down to build the church, St. Nino had seven columns made from it for the church’s foundation. The seventh column, however, had magical properties and rose by itself into the air. It returned to earth after St. Nino prayed the whole night. It was further said that from the magical seventh column a sacred liquid flowed that cured people of all diseases. In Georgian sveti means "pillar" and tskhoveli means "life-giving" or "living", hence the name of the cathedral. The current building is from 1010 AD and is a very sacred place to the Georgians. It has a very special feel about it, and even for an agnostic like me, the place blew me away. Most other churches we have visited on this trip I have been ready to leave and move on; but here I could have stayed for hours. It surprised me greatly that I actually found it quite emotional.


Georgian Military Highway

From Mtskhete we took the Georgian Military Highway into the mountains. This is a major route through the Caucasus and it follows the traditional route used by invaders and traders throughout the ages . The road runs for 208 kms from Tbilisi in Georgia to Vladigavgas in North Ossetia – it was begun in 1799 and much improved after Georgia was annexed by the Russian Empire in 1801 when Tsar Alexander I ordered improvement of the surfacing of the road (they had restoration even back then!) to facilitate troop movement and communications. The road is said to be one of the most dangerous highways in the world, and I can see how this reputation has been gained.


Jinvali Reservoir

On the way we stopped at Jinvali, the youngest reservoir in Georgia. Built in 1971, it provides 13.8 million kilowatts of electricity, mainly to Tbilisi. The waters are also used for drinking, as well as being full of trout.



Ananuri Fort, dating from the 16th - 18th centuries stands in an important and strategic location.


The Church of the Assumption, built in 1689, has richly decorated façades with the fine relief carvings featuring human, animal and floral images, including a carved north entrance. It also contains the remains of beautiful frescoes, although a vast number of them were whitewashed on the orders of the Russian Emperor in 1779.


Gudauri and beyond

The area around Gudauri is a popular ski resort, most famous for heli-skiing. The road from here onwards got worse and worse, with more potholes than road at one stage, and enough hairpins for Lady Gadiva.


The dramatic surroundings are wild and desolate, but beguilingly beautiful. The autumn colours are very much more advanced here than in Armenia, and glowing yellow birches appear to cling to the sheer rock face.


Many tunnels line this section, all built by German Prisoners of War during WWII. Nearly all of them are currently under restoration. Of course.


A huge grotesque Soviet memorial stands on a prominent outcrop to commemorate 200 years since the signing of the treaty between Russia and Georgia in 1783. It seems so terribly out of place surrounded by all this pristine and majestic natural beauty.


Jvari pass marks the highest point on the Highway, at 2395 metres above sea level. Just a small obelisk marks the spot, although the graves of the German POW are nearby.


The Kazbegi region is rich in minerals, and a sulphur spring near the road side has become quite a tourist attraction. Very close by is an iron rich spring, whose water is said to be very good for you. With a taste that disgusting, it would have to be miraculous!


Gergety Trinity Cathedral

Our final destination for today, was the 14th century Gergety Trinity Church, impressively situated against the background of the majestic snow-covered Mount Kazbegi. To reach the mountaintop is a 2-3 hour trek or 30 minutes by Jeep. We chose the latter, as it was raining, cold and getting late. Plus we saw how steep is was.


We are jolly glad we did, as the track (if you can call it that – I have seen smoother dried-up river beds) is extremely steep. The so-called crash barriers amused me – yellow plastic tape with the words POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS written on it. I have absolutely no desire to cross it; although I don't think it would do much good if I was so inclined.


It is also a stunning drive, with a sheer drop one side, overlooking the village; and the whole hillside covered in bright yellow trees. At one stage we were driving through a yellow 'tunnel of trees' with leaving trailing down like snow flakes. Salomeh likened it to the road to heaven, and I hope she's right.


At the top the Gergeti Trinity Cathedral greeted us with driving rain (I can't believe we left Tbilisi in sweltering sunshine this morning, and here I was cold in a fleece and rain coat!) and a sign stating NO PHOTO. Our hearts sank. You mean we'd travelled all this way for two-and-a-half bone-rattling hours for this? Our spirits were lifted when we entered and found a baptism taking place – we felt very honoured to be part of such a special event. An extremely frisky dog had us all giggling like school girls as we left. No female was safe from its advances.


The sun decided to make an appearance when we got back down to the 'lowlands' and the car, making for a beautiful drive back to Gudauri for dinner and overnight in a ski lodge. They cheekily charge (and quite expensive too!), for the wifi, so you are lucky to be reading this!

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Dilijan - Hagartsin - Goshvahank - Dzoraget

More monasteries, praying for Burberry and enjoying the local food and wine

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Haghartsin Monastery

Set in a beautiful wooded valley, Haghartsin Monastery dates from the 12th and 13th century, with various buildings added at different times. Most ancient Armenian Monasteries are sparsely decorated inside, and this one is no exception, although there were some intricate carvings outside the church. Tastefully restored, it was incredibly peaceful with just the four of us there.


At the back of the cathedral is a 500 year old oak tree, with the centre of the trunk hollowed out. The name Haghartsin means “game of eagle” after an eagle was seen flying round and round over the monastery when it was being built, which was believed to be a sign from heaven.


On a small hill near the monastery is another prayer-bush – it seems this year's fashion for prayer ties is Burberry, or of course stocking. They have to be skin coloured though.


The forests around this area are famous for white truffle, apparently Italians come here with sniffer dogs to seek them out (not the usual pigs as they tend to eat too many of the expensive fungi). Most of the truffles end up in restaurants in France or the UK. At 400-500 Euro a kilo, I suppose it is quite a lucrative business.

Half way down the hill, a huge truck had stopped, smack bang in the middle of the road, and the driver was at the side of the road, drinking from a spring. Apparently the water here is known to be very good for you, although not good for the traffic jams.

Goshavank Monastery

We weren't so lucky at Goshavank Monastery, with three large bus loads there when we arrived. It was the noise that first struck me! What a racket! Fortunately they were all just about leaving (with time for shopping – thank goodness we are on a private tour so we don't have to wait for others to shop!)


The impressive monastery which has remained in relatively good condition also houses one of the world's finest examples of a khachkar – a carved cross stone.


We got somewhat lost from Goshavank on the way back to Dilijan. Artijom was looking out for signs showing which way to drive, but the only ones we could see were for various PECTAPAH – the Russian for restaurant. Eventually, we stopped and asked someone, and it turned out we'd been driving in the complete opposite direction, heading for Georgia.

Lunch was in a very nice private home complete with a vegetable garden, orchard, chickens and ducks. Lunch was of course chicken, amongst lots of other things. They have certainly fed us well on this trip. We had three different salads, some very tasty deep fried cabbage, aubergine with nuts, stuffed potato, stuffed peppers with rice and cake. And plenty of home made wine and vodka.


Just an hour's drive took us to Dzoraget for our night stop. A very classy looking hotel on the banks of the river.


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Yerevan - Lake Sevan - Dilijan

Books, Lost Stockings and Babushkas

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Matenasaran Manuscript Museum

The Mesrop Mashtots Institute of Ancient Manuscripts holds one of the world's richest depositories of a collection of nearly 17,000 manuscripts and 30,000 other medieval documents and books which span a broad range of subjects, including history, philosophy, medicine, literature, art history and cosmography in Armenian and many other languages.


The English speaking guide did not turn up as promised at 09:30, so Jenna did her best to explain the exhibits to us. Only one room was open to the public, which was just as well, I didn't fancy trawling through 30,000+ books.... A large group of German tourists plus a bus load of French more than filled the room, making it difficult to get to see the exhibits. So glad we're not in a group.


The oldest book in the museum is from the 5th century, and the oldest printed book from just a mere 30 years after the very first book was printed in Venice. When you think how old those colourful illustrations are, and how painstakingly each had to be produced by hand, it becomes quite overwhelming. I am fascinated with the Armenian alphabet with its 39 characters, some of which may have a slightly different intonations as far as the Armenians are concerned, but sound the same to me. Jenna has been trying to teach me a little every day, but I am struggling to get my tongue around some of their sounds. They also don't have different words for he and she, so Jenna often gets confused, and as a result so do we. Musical notes are also different in Armenian to the ones at home.


Lake Sevan

The road to Lake Sevan was surprisingly good – wide, smooth and comfortable. Sevan is the second largest mountain lake after Lake Titicaca in South America. At 1,900m above sea level, the air is much cooler than back in Yerevan – which was just as well for climbing the 321 steps to the top of the peninsula.


Sevanavank Monastery

Originally made from three churches in 874, the monastery was built on an island. Receding waters in the mid-twentieth century created the current peninsula (see explanation below). Two churches remain, St. Arakelots and Astvatsatsin. The island monastery was, used both for worship and pilgrimage, and as a place of exile for Armenian noblemen who had fallen into disgrace as well as sinner monks to cut them off from as many worldly pleasures as possible.



Further along the peninsula is a couple of Cross Stones at the site of an ancient chapel, with a tree where devotees have tied handkerchiefs and bits of cloth in order to make a prayer and wish for good luck. I have to say the bits of stockings amused me.



In 1910 one of the civil engineers behind the interventions that caused the Aral Sea disaster, suggested the lowering of Lake Sevan's surface to 45 metres and the use of the water for irrigation and hydroelectricity. The Armenian Supreme Soviet approved the plan without consulting the local people, and major work started in 1933. The water level then began to fall by more than one metre per year to a total of 19m. An ecological disaster like in the Aral Sea was avoided when the Stalinist era ended in 1956 and the project and its consequences were reviewed thoroughly. There are current plans to bring the water level back up by several metres over the next 30 years.

Numerous beaches line the lake shore. The resorts are popular with young Iranian tourists who come here to party – drinking, dancing and generally letting their hair down (literally for the women) without the restrictions of their homeland. Exiled Iranian bands come here too to hold performances for Iranian youth who travel across the border. The Ayatollah regime have gotten wise to this, and occasionally make raids and arrest the 'offending' youths.


I was really excited to be served the famous Sevan Lake Trout for lunch, and baklava for dessert – another favourite.

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From the vegetation sparse area of Lake Sevan, we made our way through a 2382m long tunnel and came out the other side to a thick forest with rich flora and fauna. It looks like the trees are trying on their autumn fashions, with a few red and yellow dresses here and there.


Spectacular hairpin bends brought us down to the spa resort of Dilijan. Called by locals the "Little Switzerland" of Armenia, the forested town has some great examples of traditional architecture of the region with a street having been preserved and maintained as an "old town Dilijan", complete with craftsmen,s workshops, a gallery and a museum.


Only the ceramics workshop was open (I think the phrase “It's closed” is the refrain for this trip...). It was run by a mother and her son (or 'his' son as Jenna explained) – the mother was the archetypical Russian babushka, rotund with all her front teeth capped in gold (a sign of wealth in the old days). We bought a mask for our ever-growing collection.


The Dilijan Resort Hotel is a strange mixture of upmarket luxury, run down shabbiness and retro chic. From the elegant and spacious lobby, you have to take the steps either up or down to reach the lifts on the mezzanine floor. Same when we arrived at 'our' floor, we were half a floor up. Must make it difficult for the porters with all the luggage. The room is large, with a very 60s coffee table and a huge balcony overlooking the forested hillside. Always eager to please, Jenna left us with her and Artijom's telephone number – just in case we decided we wanted to do something or go somewhere this afternoon. We did want to do something – have a drink on the balcony and just chill, enjoying the fresh forest air.

An 'interesting' coffee table...

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Sombre reminders, car running boards, fat bosoms and goats' nipples

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One of the world's oldest cities - founded in 782 BC when Carthage was very young and Rome was out of the question, Yerevan was known as the 'Pink City' during Soviet times due to the colour of the stone used in construction. The city lies at the foot of the mount Ararat forming the shape of a Roman amphitheatre.
Yerevan with Mount Ararat in the background

==Republic Square==
The oval shaped square (!) has a stone pattern in the centre, meant to look like a traditional Armenian rug from above. We could see it last night from the roof-top restaurant. The statue of Lenin used to be located in the southern end of the square, but when Armenia regained its independence, the statue was brought down and now lies in the grounds of the adjacent museum.
Republic Square

==Tsitsernakaberd Genocide Museum==
Jenna decided to start this morning's tour of Yerevan at the Genocide Memorial on a hill overlooking the town, as it would be unbearably hot later. Good call, as it was already unbearably hot before 10:00.

Stark and austere, the memorial pays tribute to the victims of the 1915 Armenian Genocide that was carried out by Turkey. The 44m stele symbolises national rebirth of Armenians, the circular construction of 12 slabs represent 12 lost provinces with an eternal flame in the centre. A sobering reminder of national tragedy for the Armenian people, Jenna became very aggrieved and emotional when telling us about the atrocities and the impact on her family and the ongoing horrors, even today.

Construction of the memorial began in 1966 (during Soviet times) in response to the 1965 Yerevan demonstrations during which one million people demonstrated in the city for 24 hours to commemorate the 50th anniversary of the Genocide.
Along the park at the memorial there is a 100 meter wall with names of towns and villages where massacres are known to have taken place. On the rear side of the commemoration wall, plates have been attached to honour persons who have committed themselves to relieving the distress of the victims during and after the genocide.

There is also a museum on the site, with many pictures and personal stories (including from Jenna's family), and I don't know whether I was disappointed or relieved when we found out the museum was closed today (it's a public holiday today) – I was already pretty choked up...

The Cascade

An enormous white stairwell built into the hillside, replete with flowing water fountains to mimic a natural cascade, and full of museums, it was of course closed today, There is a nice garden at the bottom, full of modern sculptures; all belonging to one man who's baby this complex is. The statues are so valuable, there are security guards all over the place.

Really feeling the heat by now, we stopped for a gelato and an iced tea. I am enjoying the relaxed pace of today after the rushing around we did yesterday. Back in the car, Artijom did not notice I was still trying to get in when he drove off, with me still having one foot on the ground outside. Giant skateboard spring to mind, or maybe the Flintstone car...
Artijom and his coffe gelato

==Food Market==
After a four course lunch in a traditional Armenian Restaurant, we visited the food market. If we'd known how friendly the stall holders are, we needn't have had lunch – at every stand we were given bits of fruits and nuts to taste. Mostly dried, but also fresh. The most interesting was probably the dried tomato stuffed with walnuts in honey. There were also some intriguing elongated grapes known as 'goat's nipples', and everyone wanted us to try something, insisting even when we said we were full and weren't going to buy anything. Lots of greens – the Armenians are so keen on greens (we saw parsley, sorrel, chives, coriander, celery, basil and more), there is a saying that if the Armenians stopped eating greens, it would grow to waist height all over the country.
Dried fruit

Dried tomato stuffed with walnuts and honey

Armenian greens

Goats' nipples

Four guards at the entrance to the underground stopped me to ensure that I did not take photo in the station or on the train. They checked my camera bag, but appeared not to notice my large rucksack. I'm not terribly keen on steep escalators, and this one was was much faster that any I have been on before, making me feel very unsteady on my feet when I first got on it. It seemed to go on forever before reaching a long, large tunnel. The stations all have artwork at one end, huge vaulted ceiling and are almost deserted, much like the ones in North Korea.

The rest of the afternoon was spent at the very global Cinnabon restaurant, with free wifi for me and lots eye candy on the pedestrianised avenue for David.


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Ripsimeh, Ejmiatsin, Zvartnots, Garni, Geghard

Churched out already?

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Armenia is not only the first ever Christian state (around 300AD) but also one of the earliest countries on the ea]rth - already in the 9 th – 6 th centuries BC the powerful state of Urartu existed on the territory of Armenia. We always knew this trip would be full of religious architecture, but I hate to admit I am getting a little 'church weary' already after the first day. Today we visited four church complexes (each with a handful of churches) and a pagan temple.

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As we were early for the liturgy at Ejmiatsin, we stopped at another important church – the Ripsimeh Cathedral. Before it became a state religion in Armenia, preaching Christianity was a criminal offence and anyone caught doing so would be tortured and killed. That's exactly what happened to Ripsimeh, who was buried here and after her death was canonised and a cathedral built in her honour in 618AD. Inside the church you can see her grave and the stones which killed her are on display in a niche in the wall.

Today is a religious holiday (don't ask me which one, as I never did catch what Jenna (our guide) was saying) which meant two things: Ejmiatsin Cathedral was full of worshippers as well as tourists; and the Caotholicos was likely to make an appearance. Ejmiatsin is the holiest of holy for Armenian Christians, and this is where their head of church (Caotholicos - their equivalent of our Archbishop of Canterbury) resides. Although the church is pretty old (the oldest place of worship in Armenia, built in 303), the most interesting part of our visit was meant to be the liturgy (the traditional service performed by a choir) but turned out to be two old men. The church was pretty atmospheric, with devotees of every age and status lighting candles and the monks in black robes with pointed hoods processing through the church.

There was a rumour that the big man himself was going to make an appearance (that is the Caotholicos, not JC) and so everyone hung around outside the church, including one old chap who was getting more excited than a child at Christmas. He was driving all the officials crazy with his badgering and touching of the monks and robed priests (or whatever they were, I didn't learn to differentiate the different outfits). Eventually the cavalcade of monks, priests and the head honcho appeared and the buzz was electric. The elderly devotee was bouncing off the walls at this stage and when his time came for the Caotholicos to bless him, he grabbed his arm and was kissing his hand. The look of sheer bliss on his face afterwards brought a tear to my eye and totally made my day!
The look says it all....

Zvartnots Cathedral
Leaving the hustle and bustle (and thousands of tourists) of Ejmiatsin behind we headed to Zvartnots Cathedral, which we had completely to ourselves until two large bus loads of French arrived just as were leaving.


A UNESCO Heritage Site, Zvartnots was built at a time when much of Armenia was under Byzantine control by the Muslim Arabs between 641 and 653. Zvartnots remained standing until the end of the 10th century but historical sources are silent as to the cause of its collapse. The ruins of Zvartnots remained buried until its remains were uncovered at the start of the 20th century. The setting is stunning with the awesome Mount Ararat in the background (on the slopes of which The Ark (of Noah fame) is said to have come to rest).

Mount Ararat and Charents, the poet.
Mount Ararat has always held a special place in the heart of Armenians, and although historically being in Armenia, the snow-topped peak is now on Turkish soil, much to the sadness of the Armenians (a very sore point in these parts). Charents, a famous poet, had a favourite viewpoint overlooking the mountain from which he would compose many works. An arch stands on the spot now with a few words from one of his poems: “You can walk around the world but you can't find any mountain whiter than Ararat”

Lunch and Sour Grapes
We took lunch in a leafy courtyard shaded by apple and walnut trees and surrounded by grape vines. There is nothing fresher than picking your own grapes – nice, sweet moscato grapes straight from the vine. Artijom (our driver) prefers white to red grapes, so went searching for some grapes more to his liking. Unfortunately they were not quite ripe - more a case of sour grapes. Quite a spread was laid on for us: lavash (the local thin flat bread), cheese, olives, tabuleh, roasted vegetables, salad, grilled chicken and potatoes and a plate of what we would describe as herby garnish – dill, basil, flat leaf parsley and chives. All followed by a delicious cake called gata and some thyme tea.

Garni Temple
High above the spectacular Azat River Canyon stands the 1st century Greco-Roman temple made out of basalt and adorned with Ionic columns.
Once part of the summer residence for the Armenia Kings, Garni was the only pagan temple allowed to stand when Christianity was introduced to Armenia. Lovingly restored in 1976, it includes a bath complex with a well-preserved hypocaust and Hellenistic mosaic floors in a locked building which our guide had the key for (good on ya Jenna!).


Geghard Cave Monastery
This was our fourth UNESCO World Heritage Site today - is that some sort of record. Partially carved from solid rock, the monastery is famed for its incredible acoustics. The complex was founded in the 4th century at the site of a sacred spring inside a cave and the springs are still a site of pilgrimage for a lot of local people.
Built in 1205 , the spear which wounded Jesus at the Crucifixion was kept here (brought to Armenia by Apostle Jude) This made it a popular place of pilgrimage for Armenian Christians over many centuries. Out the back is an area where animal sacrifices are performed to give thanks for various life events. Fortunately not today....


Singing Fountains
Having read about the sound and light show at the fountains in the main square, I was keen to make sure I was there at the right time. The website said 22:00 for the display whereas Jenna suggested it started at 21:00. We made our way down towards the square as soon as we arrived back from the tour, first having a beer in a pavement café right on the square, then walking around trying to find somewhere to eat, when David spotted a rooftop restaurant with superb views of the fountains. The restaurant sported a 27 page menu, but in the end we went with the recommendations of the waiter – who incidentally spoke next to no English. The food was good (a steak with cheese sauce and a traditional Armenia lamb stew) and at 20:30 (they both got it wrong!), the show started! Like fireworks with water, it was really quite impressive and we had grand circle balcony seats.


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Bristol - London - Yerevan

Just arrived....

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In all our years of travel, we have never seen Heathrow so quiet: not a soul in the check-in area (other than us and the staff of course), no-one in front or behind for passport control or X-ray. Apparently that is quite normal for a Saturday morning in Terminal 1.

It was our first time with BMI and I can't say I was that impressed – it was probably the most uncomfortably hot flight ever! The first time I asked them to turn the heat down I was told it was because we were in one of the first rows after business class. The second time the attendant said it was as a result of us sitting near the engine. Please staff, don't insult our intelligence!

Another first for us on this trip was an electronic visa. We organised it all on line, and expected to sail through the passport control here in Yerevan; so I was rather surprised when she asked to the hard copy of my e-visa. Oh well, we were still through and out of the airport before the time we were due to land.

The hotel is very centrally located and we have a massive suite. A quick drink in the bar (or it would have been quick if the service had not been so incredibly slow) and then to bed. It's now nearly 01:00 here in Yerevan. Goodnight all.

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