Here are 3 relatively nondescript pictures, but each one tells a story today.



We’re on the move from Yerevan to Areni, part of one of the main wine regions of Armenia. First stop, though is another monastery – according to our driver there are about 4,000 in Armenia, so only about 3,994 left to go!

Main attraction is the view of Ararat. This is what we saw

This is what we were meant to see on a crystal clear day (thanks, Google)

But it was a decent enough detour


Especially with a fantastic coffee courtesy of one of our driver’s mates in a very unassuming stall by the roadside.
Second part was just a stop to look at the view – key thing about the view is that it is Iran. OK it’s right in the far NW corner but it’s the closest we’ll ever get.


And finally a tiny little church in Areni where we’re staying.


Someone, who I assumed was a caretaker, very proudly wanted to show me around, even though we didn’t have a single word of each other’s language. In fact I had to ask back at the hotel whether the damage was war or earthquake – the latter.
But the most moving part was the cemetery.

They etch the likeness of the person onto the tombstone, which makes it much more real. And so many, like this man, died recently in their late teens due to the war. Very moving.


































































































