Black Dog Bicycling

What I may lack in pun quality I try to make up for in exuberant quantity. Having spent a comfortable pagan night camped amongst the stone...

A deliriously fun descent from Selim was the first order of the day and with Handel's Trumpet Concertio pushing away thoughts of my froz...

I had said my goodbyes to Spitak on the Saturday allowing me to take my leave unobtrusively on a clear and crisp Sunday morning. Retracing m...

I took a Marshutka to Yerevan which meant going to some wasteland behind a pharmacy and saying Yerevan to various loiterers before lucking u...

Safely in Spitak I sat on the outside wall of the YMCA tired and unable to summon the will to enter. Within minutes a friendly greeting came...

The cold morning of my third day in Armenia soon wilted and a gorgeous sunny day rapidly had me stripping-off layers. The road steepened as ...

My days in energetic Tibilsi coincided with the city's annual independence celebration and thus necessitated greater than even usual Geo...