It was great to know that only 60km are left and this mostly downhill, so I was less restless as usual and made more stops to make photos.
Still I must learn something about photos as I often regret later I did not take a picture of this or that or people I met. The example of the day was the old man selling fruits to me. He gave me more than I wanted to the same price. I gave him more money than he asked for, than he gave me an extra apple. And I think he would have accepted a photo and I would have a souvenir of our encounter.
Suddenly the surroundings changed from rural, interrupted by some city to pre-urban and urban and I found myself in Yerevan.
also with love & irony
My love to this town is apparently to much mixed irony, because when I tried to take a photo of the Yerevan-sign and an ”under-construction sign”, Yerevan hit back. My bike slipped to the right, I lost balance while I held the camera instead of the handlebar, and as my left foot still was locked to the pedal I touched the ground massively.
And then I stood in front of Hasmik’s house, like 2015, the first re-visit on this trip. After 3 years of written conversation it was kind of adjustment to real talk that we slowly got used to.
Later we went to a bike shop to for getting a new chain and the like. To my surprise it was possible to get the bike back on the same evening, so we took a walk and I had my bike back a week earlier than expected and with some good tips for cycling (gear management)
In the evening Hasmik’s mother had prepared a nice dinner, I wanted to say “as usual” as I felt set back to my last stay in 2015, as many things hadn’t changed ?
Very nice article this one except your losing the balance and hitting ground with bicycle. Hope it would be the first and last one.