It was hard for me to accept it, but I had left one of my travel bags in Batumi. The one with my underwear. Carefully selected travel underwear, some organic cotton, some that stuff for more demanding outdoor situations.
So we went for a morning walk with the specific goal of replacing my unique collection with Armenian underwear in a worthy manner.
A second highlight of the day, which could certainly keep up with this procurement campaign, was a picnic with an Iranian couple. We chatted about this and that.
But also, about that….
I don’t want to go into detail, because I couldn’t reproduce what I heard about the harsh situation of the Iranians here in its entirety anyway.
The evening ended with a new edition of in-depth discussions