I arrived in Yerevan last Wednesday. I have been staying with some
wonderful new friends who work at the French Embassy here. From the
first village after crossing the border into Armenia from Georgia, Tom
and I decided to cycle alone to Yerevan.
Cycling alone gives one more freedom. I
decide when to move, stop, eat, or continue. The decisions are my own
without excuses. There is no-one else to blame but myself if things
don’t go according to plan.
I am confronted with dealing with my own company which might sound
strange if you haven’t spent time alone before. All the personality
traits of being me become apparent. I am responsible for tempering and
moderating my reactions, emotions and behaviour which is a rewarding
experience. In addition, I only have my own frame of reference or
paradigm to rely on to monitor my own behaviour. Which means if I’m
acting like an “expletive deleted” there is no one else to tell me so.
I cant rely on the rappoir of 2 old friends to be lazy in a social
situation. I have to deal with all the experiences and it is more
difficult to take a step back and observe and let the other person look
after things, which has it’s positive and negative sides. On another
note we both have our own unique experiences so it’s great when we are
able to share our stories.
There is a real stillness and realisation of being in the presence
of the great world. This is especially clear when being alone in the
mountains travelling to Sevan. I hope to be able to experience this
feeling to greater extremes in more wilder environments such as
Mongolia. This links well to the work of The Wilderness Foundation who aim to protect, conserve and promote the value of wild areas.
Tom and I met up again in Yerevan. We are dealing with more delays
concerning picking up our winter sleeping bags which have been sent
from the UK. They have been impounded in Armenian customs and we are
seeking help from the British Embassy to get them released. They are
important because they will allow us to wild camp again as we go forth
into areas with a lower population density and less people to stay with.
We paid a visit to the Armenian office of the WWF-Caucasus on
Tuesday. We learnt about the anti-poaching unit in place to stop
illegal poaching of endangered species such as the Caucasian leopard.
We heard about the WWF and fellow environmental NGO’s successful
lobbying of the government to stop a highway to Iran which would have
passed through protected conservation areas of high biodiversity. This
prevented deforestation and habitat loss. We also learnt about the
conflict between the booming mining industry and plans for ecotourism
to boost the sector of the economy. The two are mutually exclusive as
opencast mining has a highly negative impact on the visual beauty of
the land which is incompatible with attracting new tourists to visit an
area.
The first time I cycled passed Lake Sevan on the way to Yerevan I
fought off the dogs chasing me propped up my bike and took careful
steps through the snow down to the lake’s edge to take some photos. I
had never seen a frozen lake before let alone one so huge. The scenery
was stunningly impressive.
I took my camera and framed some compositions. The snow formed
patterns of miniature drifts blown over the open ice which naturally
lead the eye into the picture. Ice formations on the shore provided
foreground interest. In the background above the snowy mountains high
cirrus clouds trailed across a vast and glorious blue sky. I attempted
to get some good pictures but none matched the shear multiplicity of
the vista before me
I sat quietly for a few minutes listening to the ice which made an
incredible noise like nothing I had ever heard before. It gurgled,
belched and cracked as it morphed and evolved under the pressure and
temperature changes acting upon it. It made me think of the book I
recently read about the great British explorer Ernest Shackleton’s
expedition in Antarctica aboard the Endurance ice breaking vessel.
Last weekend Fanny, Maxime, Irene and I visited the lake for a
second time. It was possible to walk on the ice which we were told was
a foot thick. I observed a local ice fishing for Sig which I later
heard from the WWF is forbidden. In the afternoon we visited natural
hot baths near Hrazdan. On arrival it looks like a ramshackle selection
of farm outbuildings. On further inspection we were shown along a
snow-dusted path past a large rusty tin hanger and steaming boiler
contraption to a room without a roof. A woman was wrestling a rusty
broken pipe, spraying high pressure hot water, down to the ground and
attempting to hold it in place with two large rocks. The water was more
or less heading into a bath which long ago had become a natural
formation of thick sulphur deposits. The water was a gloriously warm 40
degrees and we periodically ran outside into the snow and back into the
water which is rather masochistic but intensely stimulating. Highly
recommended.
I am feeling personal frustration regarding the filming of our trip.
Due to a lack of funds the podcast is on hold and hours of relevant
mind blowing footage is gathering dust. Hopefully time will iron out
the problems and allow the production to reach it’s full potential.
Armenia has been one of the most beautiful and friendliest countries
I have visited. On numerous occasions I have been shown incredibly warm
hospitality. However our stay is being marred by the frustration caused
by the time it is taking to get through the bureaucracy concerning
receiving a simple parcel. Lets hope we finally gel our sleeping bags
soon and can finally make progress to Iran.