A pressing matter is the toilet tank, it's on must-be-fixed-it list, writing about it? Uuuu, I don't think so. What I'd like to chat about is safety in Armenia based on close experiences of the past summer.
Yerevan is a safe place, even in the middle of the night a person can safely walk in the streets. Though after midnight it's very dark and astray dogs take over. It's even safer in the villages.
Pickpockets? Yes there are some and their work is mostly seasonal. Preferred customers are tourists. I heard about two cases of pickpocket-ting: one in Vernisaj and the other in Echmiadzin. As in all capital cities one should be careful of crowded areas.
My personal experience was in Karapagh. Took a group of tourists to Stepanagert, walked around, had lunch, took them to souvenir shopping and at night returned to Shushi for dinner and bed. We were the first group of Shushi's hotel, a tasteful place built by a group of Armenians investors from LA. At night the group went to sleep and I went to the manager to pay the bill. And noticed that my wallet was missing.
Everything else was in my purse.
My mind made a list of places to check and people to doubt. First I went to my room and double-checked the place; the wallet was not there. I thought of my group, and instinctively decided that they were all honest people. Next came the employees of the hotel. I had left my purse unattended for a few minutes on the chair in the cafeteria. The manager, Alice, is a close friend. I trust her and her judgment. So, I asked her about her employees, she said that they were all trustworthy. That left me with the last suspect�myself. The more I thought about it the more probable I found that I had left my purse in the restaurant after paying the lunch bill.
With Alice handyman, Armen, drove back to Stepanakert. I could not remember the name of the restaurant but remembered the artificial fall and the small pool.
If we had gone to one of the restaurants recommended by Alice, Armen was quite confident that they would return it. Turned out that we had passed those places and with each stop our hope diminished. After five restaurants we found the place and walked in. As soon as the supervisor saw us, she said 'I have it with me and have kept it in a safe place'. She took out the wallet from a box and requested to double-check the contents. I pretended to do so, and left her with a gift.
To be frank, most of the time I don't know the exact amount I am carrying on me. But I had to carry enough to pay hotel and restaurant bills for the group.
I am assuming that the lady makes $40 to $80 per month. My purse meant a bonus yearly income.
Yerevan is a safe place, even in the middle of the night a person can safely walk in the streets. Though after midnight it's very dark and astray dogs take over. It's even safer in the villages.
Pickpockets? Yes there are some and their work is mostly seasonal. Preferred customers are tourists. I heard about two cases of pickpocket-ting: one in Vernisaj and the other in Echmiadzin. As in all capital cities one should be careful of crowded areas.
My personal experience was in Karapagh. Took a group of tourists to Stepanagert, walked around, had lunch, took them to souvenir shopping and at night returned to Shushi for dinner and bed. We were the first group of Shushi's hotel, a tasteful place built by a group of Armenians investors from LA. At night the group went to sleep and I went to the manager to pay the bill. And noticed that my wallet was missing.
Everything else was in my purse.
My mind made a list of places to check and people to doubt. First I went to my room and double-checked the place; the wallet was not there. I thought of my group, and instinctively decided that they were all honest people. Next came the employees of the hotel. I had left my purse unattended for a few minutes on the chair in the cafeteria. The manager, Alice, is a close friend. I trust her and her judgment. So, I asked her about her employees, she said that they were all trustworthy. That left me with the last suspect�myself. The more I thought about it the more probable I found that I had left my purse in the restaurant after paying the lunch bill.
With Alice handyman, Armen, drove back to Stepanakert. I could not remember the name of the restaurant but remembered the artificial fall and the small pool.
If we had gone to one of the restaurants recommended by Alice, Armen was quite confident that they would return it. Turned out that we had passed those places and with each stop our hope diminished. After five restaurants we found the place and walked in. As soon as the supervisor saw us, she said 'I have it with me and have kept it in a safe place'. She took out the wallet from a box and requested to double-check the contents. I pretended to do so, and left her with a gift.
To be frank, most of the time I don't know the exact amount I am carrying on me. But I had to carry enough to pay hotel and restaurant bills for the group.
I am assuming that the lady makes $40 to $80 per month. My purse meant a bonus yearly income.
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