Let your hair down in Armenia; that would be the official slogan if I was in charge.
It’s just such a wonderfully relaxing place, the first time I went there I got robbed. Not because Armenians are all a bunch of criminals (I hear you, Azerbaijan) but because after a few days in Armenia, it becomes hard to imagine anyone having more sinister plans than inviting you in, feeding you and wanting to know everything about your relatives.
You finally have the chance to indulge in your weird obsessions with centuries-old monasteries, or while away the days hiking the passes carrying nothing more than a bottle of wine.
If you are more of a city slicker, you will find in the pink tuft of Yerevan everything your heart desires. There is much more to Armenia (and Nagorno Karabakh) than that, we’ll leave you to discover it in the links below.