Today was a travel day so we packed up our hotel room in Yerevan and headed off to lunch. We decided to try this sushi place we had passed everyday which was probably not the best idea. Considering Armenia is landlocked I am sure the sushi is probably not the freshest. We went for it anyways and prayed our stomaches would reward and not punish us. The menu was not too bad but when we ordered they didn't have half the rolls we wanted (bad sign) and the service was horrible (double bad sign). He didn't even ask us if we wanted a drink or if we wanted anything else before he threw the bill in our general direction. It turns out they had a service charge already included so he didn't care if he was rude since he would get a good tip anyways. The meal itself wasn't that great but it did the trick. We headed to our bus which does not have any set schedule. The way the buses work going from town to town is whenever they are full is when we go. Ashley and I sat in the steaming hot bus for 40 minutes waiting for enough people to show up and fill the seats.
To say the bus ride was not very smooth would be an understatement. We had many near misses with other cars where we had to break suddenly. Passing cars in a one way lane is just something every driver seems to do whether there is on coming traffic or not. Besides not adhering to any kind of lane rules we were barreling down a mountain with very curvy turns. Next came the never-ending tunnel (I assume we were under Lake Sevan). This is my most nerve racking moment when all I could think about was getting above ground again. Don't quote me but I might have started praying.
We got to Dilijan safe and sound and taxied up to our bed and breakfast. The place was nice but a bit odd how they had their beds set up (one was outside) but we were the only ones there and had a private room so it wasn't too bad. The lady was very nice and gave us tea and food and the internet was much better than anywhere we had been so I was happy. Until 3:30 AM. That is when I heard the "noises". I kept hearing animals on the roof which normally would be fine but I recalled that none of the outside doors were especially shut (or could shut all the way) and I got scared furry creatures could enter our room. I couldn't get back to sleep because I kept hearing noises and even though I had to go to the toilet there was no way I would leave my room to venture downstairs. I just lied awake and hoped I would fall back asleep.
P.S I blame my mother for constantly putting thoughts into my head about bedbugs as the reason I was shivering most of the night not wanting to get under the covers. At some point I thought bugs were better than being cold and I threw caution to the wind. I am such a daredevil.
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