At the end of a long day’s trip, I finally reached to the place I was going to spend the night. Anakhit’s guest house was situated on a slope not far from the town center. I stopped and asked from the locals to show me the location of the guest house. I felt comfortable with their friendly approach to help me find my way. So, I easily found the place. At the front door the landlord cheerfully welcomed me. Then, appeared the landlady Anakhit. She, just like her husband, accepted me with a sweet smile on her face.

Then I accessed my room to take a shower and have some rest. After a refreshing shower and having some rest, I donned my sportwear. I approached to the dinner table where all the guests were already dining. There I met three totally different people. One of them, the eldest and esteemed of the group, was a Canadian Armenian man in his seventies. According to his story, he lived most of his life in Canada, and was preparing to immigrate to Armenia. He seemed like he was quite enjoying his time in his motherland. The other one, a lady of a middle age, was from Iran. She looked very adventurous. Her tellings about the cycling tour where she started from Iran to Armenia, was completely matching with her outlook. Anakhit’s third visitor was a girl in her twenties. As she mentioned, she was born to a European family in Switzerland, one of whose roots were Georgian. To tell the truth, we, with Anthea have met at he Envoy hostel in Yerevan while I was staying in Yerevan. She was organizing daily trips around Yerevan and guiding tourists. It was such a coincidence to see her once again somewhere in Armenia. What a small world we are living in! So, I told my travelling stories, meanwhile she told hers. We both pointed the places where we have been, what we have done etc. It was a nice and warm chat. Finally, we wished each other good luck in our travels, passed good night wishes, and split to our own rooms.