In which I spend the night as an outsider in a small Russian village in northern Armenia, where one hot shower was enough (1,800 words). Continue reading
Twist my rubber arm. I’d love to live in the southern Caucasus and if I did, it would be in Yerevan. Here in Armenia’s capital city I met outdoor enthusiasts, ex-pats and artists (some combinations) who intentionally base themselves here. They feel torn between getting the word out and keeping Yerevan a secret. Continue reading
It’s a bit of a wasteland here; Continental Drift-er has sustained a lengthy absence. I posted a video in October but it’s been a few months since a words-heavy post! This hiatus has happened without intention, but with awareness that it’s happening. My aim is to delve into the reasons why, and in doing so concurrently share a little of what has happened lately.