We went there by minibus, walked around, saw strange things
beautiful outlooks
tried to rent a boat, but there were only water scooters and had lunch near the beach.
For going back we wanted to get a ride to the city Sevan and back to Yerevan again by minibus. A guy said he will organize someone. He showed us a car and we sat down. But then the guy with the car keys said that he is not allowed to take the car. So, we took a taxi. The driver wanted to convince us to go with him the whole distance to Yerevan and then made a better price. In his car, and Opel, the Oil control flashed in German. He laughed and joked that the car is not German any more but turned to be Armenian, working differently, so this flashing is irrelevant.
I like this self-ironic attitude.
Not sure if this also is self ironic:
I think you can read there “Superman’s bowel problems”
