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B.Y.O.B.

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Being in Yerevan felt nice, but the road was calling me. Come back, come back! it whispered, the Caboose is waiting! So this morning I went to the long-distance bus terminal and waited there: The bus turned out to be just like the others before it: lots of leg room, half empty. My heart bled […]


policy

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Hungover as I was, I ended up walking to the city center and to a place called Café Champagne, which was incidentally also where I had had my first beer in Armenia a few days earlier. There could be no thought of ordering beer this time, though. Instead I got soup and water. It seems […]


hazy cascades

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Woke up and worked my way through the leftovers from the day before. This meant more sushi, which meant more wasabi, which meant a thorough cleansing of the head, which meant space for happy thoughts: I fucking love sushi. Then I walked around in Yerevan for a while: Took a time-lapse at Republic Square, a […]


come for the visa, stay for the…

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I went to the Iranian Embassy today. Their website said they were open in the morning, while people on travel forums said they accepted visa applications only in the afternoon. I wanted to be safe, so I went there in the morning. They told me to come back in the afternoon, so I walked around […]


Mafia Is A Lifestyle

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The night before had ended up as an impromptu vodka-party with a bunch of Iranian tourists. When I woke up this morning, I was hardly able to move. And since it was the weekend and there was no way to apply for my visa anyway, I decided to stay in. I went out in the […]


the hair of a woman

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After a night of twisting and turning in my seat, interspersed with moments of sleep here and there, I woke up when the bus suddenly stopped and vomited us into the Armenian landscape. It was beautiful, and it was serene: There were flowers and boxes full of bees, and it smelled like the flowers, and […]


watching it rush by

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I don’t like bus rides. And the longer they last, the worse I feel about them. So I wasn’t particularly happy when I went to a long-distance bus station this morning and tried to find my bus to Yerevan in Armenia: But I ended up finding it, and it ended up offering just as much […]