Armenia’s Silk Road: Epilogue

Hitchhiking Armenia’s Silk Road

Prologue: How it all started
Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five // Part Six
Part Seven // Part Eight // Part Nine // Part Ten // Part Eleven

This is it! The journey is over. Our hitchhiking trip along the Silk Road of Armenia came to its end, and after eight intense days on the Road we were to return to our daily routine. We were heading back home. In a taxi that gave us a free ride from Meghri to Kapan, talking to the driver about our adventures, I was trying to sum up the journey in my mind. Did I find the answers I was looking for? Did I get what I was expecting? Yes, and No. The initial idea was to write a series of articles comparing the life of Armenians along the Silk Road back then and now. It didn’t work out. Partly, because I wasn’t sure if the route we were following was actually a part of Silk Road. Partly, because of lack of information. Partly, because I was lazy to do more research.
A group of people standing in front of the Silk Road board, Armenia

Looking back at our Silk Road trip from the point where I am now, I am convinced that the term “silk road” was used by the Armenia Monuments Awareness Project (they have put all the road signs and information boards along the route) for different reasons, even though some places along the route were, indeed, parts of the historical Silk Road. Armenia is a landlocked country. The borders with two of its neighbours, Turkey and Azerbaijan, are closed. Only two international borders are open – with Georgia in the north, and Iran in the south. The road that connects the two borders is somewhat a “Silk Road” – it is used by the caravans of trucks to deliver goods from one place to another.
On the road from Noratus to Martuni, Armenia
But at one point our adventure went beyond any terms and ideas, routes and destinations. There was something more important – the people. After all, this was a lesson on everyday life of ordinary Armenians around the country. Both for my travel companion from France and me. We tried to understand the life of the villages and the cities. We tried to feel the people. We saw their sadness, and their smiles. And one thing we discovered was that despite all the difficulties they go through, they keep smiling. They are willing to share everything they have even with complete strangers, and the only thing they ask from you is to accept the invitation to be their guests. Which we did, and in our turn, we tried to make that one day of their life a little bit more interesting, a little bit different.
Me and Emee at Carahunge
In the end, I would like express my gratitude to all the people who hosted us, offered us tea, coffee, vodka, wine and cognac, food and bread; all the drivers who offered us a ride, told their own road stories and listened to ours; and to Emée, my travel companion from France, without whom this trip might not even become reality. May you all be happy and blessed, and may all the gods and spirits protect you on your own Roads. And let’s hope our paths will cross one day again.

The End.


13 thoughts on “Armenia’s Silk Road: Epilogue

  1. And I am immensely grateful to YOU dear Artyom for the opportunity of this trip. Be blessed and happy until we meet again 🙂 All those people who opened their doors, tables and hearts to us left a very vivid and warm memory, as you so well describe; may they be blessed and happy as well!

  2. Pingback: Armenia’s Silk Road Trip – 2012 | On The Road

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