porzuciłyśmy day before for a moment and wjechałyśmy Georgia to Armenia. This is the landscape on the way to the capital. Huge, empty, rather, pasture, from which you can admire the holy mountain of the Armenians, as we all know lying outside the country and while this state will not change, a huge statue of "Mother Armenia" standing on a hill in Yerevan will be Turkey threatened with the sword. And we, because we firmly closed the border to Syria detour. Returning to Ararat, the mountain is doing a really great impression. And it is well operated: after three days we found a bank, hotel, cognac, a restaurant and a local football team with that name. Well, of course, postcards, hangings, mugs, graffiti on the wall. Ararat is everywhere.
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