I have nothing against Yerevan in November. Actually, I really love autumn in Armenia. These days, tough, Yerevan feels like Novemberish Warsaw. And guess what, I just can’t take it. I’m just about to stop leaving my house and spend my days on reading Jane Austen’s novels. Perhaps I could also crochet. Kidding. I’m planning a weekend getaway instead. I won’t tell you where I’m going, you will see it on my social media next week. For now, I will only allow myself to get a little nostalgic and blog about summer and lakes, and waves of heat.
The move to Armenia made me a big fan of staycations. That’s because I truly believe that there is no place on earth which would be a cooler summer destination than Armenia. OK, I might be slightly biased but believe me, it’s remarkable.
The move to Armenia made me less reluctant to try new things. Or things I was convinced I hated. For whatever reasons I lived all my life being sure I genuinely detested camping. I believed I would never fall asleep in a tent and that a vacation without a hot shower was a nightmare. Also, I was sure holiday is only fun when you could go and eat out instead of cooking buckwheat on fire.
I was wrong. I was so wrong I still can’t stop laughing at myself.
When my boyfriend asked me if I wanted to go camping, I got a bit scared and a bit adventurous. I was like, well, maybe I should give it a try. I’m having a new life here after all. Maybe my old fears stayed back where I lived the old one. Also, I was so tired of work that I would do anything to be out of reach. I could pay the price of no shower, no eating out and no bed. I was knackered and I needed a rest. So, I said yes.
I’m so glad I did.
We grabbed a tent and a lot of buckwheat and potatoes to bake and our swimming suits, and my kindle reader. Here we were, ready to go. We chose to camp for three days at the shore of Lake Sevan, the largest lake in Armenia and in the Caucasus. No, wait, actually Sevan is one of the biggest freshwater high-altitude lakes in the whole world. It’s almost like the Armenian sea.
We went to the southern side, opposite to the popular Sevanavank peninsula. The peninsula is always full of tourists, music and rubbish. I think they might even have WiFi there. I was very determined to avoid any place that could possibly have WiFi, so we had to go to the wilder side.
There was a forest and a beach and big blue water. And there was Zof, finally getting calm and relaxed. I didn’t even know where my phone was. It was a holiday I dreamed of.
Oh, wait. I forgot to mention one little thing. It was also a picture perfect place. No surprises, I took gazilion shots of sunsets. I haven’t shared them on the blog yet but this gloomy November day seems to be the very right moment to do it. Here is to the summer, to the nights outdoors, to the nature.
Have you ever been to Sevan shore? Would you like to visit?