After a little sit down in McDonald’s being served by a robot (an actual robot, that’s not me being rude about a staff member) we went to find where our bus to Armenia would be leaving from. More precisely, it was a marshrutka that would take us all the way to Yerevan. It’s fair to say that Jonathan is experienced with these, he’s travelled a lot around the region and is more positive about them than I am. I like trains as they’re easier to find.
A driver came over to us and gave our names before he ushered us into his car. This wasn’t the sort of transportation that I was expecting and I particularly liked the cracked windscreen that added to the whole excitement.
With Jonathan in the front, and me safely tucked in behind next to a local, we set off. It wasn’t clear to me if this car was taking us to Yerevan, which felt a sub-optimal arrangement, or just shuttling us to the marshrutka.
I’m pleased to say, that after some exotic and vibrant driving, fifteen minutes later we met up with our marshrutka and I was ready for my first visit to Armenia.