Sisian

I liked Sisian because there was nothing to particularly dislike about it.  What was dislikable, however, were these two girls who insisted on talking to me and then leading me to the local museum where I was forced to pay 1,200 drams to look at peasant implements and old carpets.  It was a one-room museum and the old crones demanded I pay the full international rate.  When I handed a 20,000 dram note the crone told me I needed exact change.  I said I didn’t have that and she had the audacity to ask me why I didn’t have the exact change.  After being escorted by the two young ladies to a grocery store to break the large bill I had in order to return to pay the 1,200 dram fee, I concluded that these wily females were all in collusion and I made my escape from their gold-thirsty clutches by going to the “Stonehenge of Armenia” just outside the town limits.

 If you’re currently flipping a coin trying to decide whether you should pay all that money and going to Stonehenge OR paying very little money but spending a lot of hassle and emotional energy by going to Sisian, Armenia then I suggest you do neither and let the magic of Google Images do the walking for you.  Both are a massive disappointment, the latter especially.  What was good about getting there and away is that for most of the walk I was given a ride by locals, and I always appreciate that sort of thing. 

After eating a second meal of shashlik and looking at a map of Texas, I prepared for my trip to the Step, the great mountainous republican capital just over the hill.