“A sacred kiss beneath the sky, the open ether deep.
That which the wind, the atmosphere, the waters bear away
Is the Ideal—the lullaby sung to the soul asleep”- Madame Sybil, The Ideal
Translated by Alice Stone Blackwell.
Miss Hoggy has been quite morbid lately, hasn’t she? Nothing was as rosy as she would’ve like. It was the same morbid Miss Hoggy, prior to Yerevan for given the early boot, for being cold, and missing Chinese food (again, I know). It wasn’t ideal. Nothing in life can ever go your way. But she has to find ways around it, find ways to alleviate that morbidity. Hopefully the 13th capital of Armenia would do the trick. Not that the number 13 has any unideal connotation.
Yerevan has rebuilt herself quite extensively since her Soviet days. With Mount Ararat crowning the city, the 13th capital of historical Armenia has surprised Miss Hoggy with the creature comforts of home:
- Drivers who follow road rules (yes, it was rare in Georgia. I still love you Georgia, but I can’t deal with that love-hate relationship with road rules)
- Honest taxi drivers (oh yeah!)
- Shopping boutiques resemble the ones from home (sorry, a girl needs her shopping fix once in a while)
- The street cultures reflecting artsy Paris yet very authentically Armenian (and it does remind me a little of streets back home in Melbourne, did get a litte homesick)
- A selection of international cuisines (and that includes Chinese!!)
The last one actually did delight Miss Hoggy to no end, to a point, where she ate Chinese for two days in a row.
Here’s goes: Chinese Food Gallore.
There were more, but I think you get the gist of it. I was depressed from the lack of acknowledgement for my work as a teacher in Georgia. As pretty as snow can be, it was too cold for my liking, and I did miss my mum’s cooking, just Asian food that I did take for granted at home. Yes, it wasn’t ideal. But that warmth that Yerevan gave me was ideal enough, so ideal that she was able to sleep soundly that night, with a tummy full of Chinese food.
Maybe, the number 13 isn’t as unideal as others have made it to be. It sure did work for Yerevan. And for me.Facts: Yerevan is a 6-hour marshrutka ride from Tbilisi, Georgia. It would cost you 32 laris, 11,000 Armenian drams (around US$ 21). Visa to Armenia can be bought at the Georgian-Armenia land border for 3000 Armenian drams (around US$ 8) for a 14-day single pass. Miss Hoggy stayed at Envoy Hostel, Yerevan.
Republic Square and Inside the Cascades, by again a good friend and travelmate, Liane.
Chinese food, at Dragon Chinese Restaurant, and Old Beijing, Yerevan.