Bad Dogs Get Eaten
Walked today up to Haghartsin Monastery, near the top of a tree covered mountain. A beautiful walk, the Autumn road lined with carpets of red, and the trees still dressed in yellow that had not yet fallen. In some places so dense it seemed like a mist:
There was the sound of a stream and ice in the air. There were snow-covered mountains nearby, but I wasn’t going that high:
Around lunchtime I reached Haghartsin, a monastery built about 800 years ago and whose name means Dancing Eagles. A nice place, being ill-restored, and somewhat overrun by very pleasant cows:
Even so it had a certain timelessness:
and people still came to its ancient chapels to make offerings:
The walk back was 12km mostly downhill, and by the time I reached the bottom of the mountain I had two blue toes.
I rejoined a main road populated by dogs with anger-management issues. At one stage I was surprised by a pack of 5 or 6 nasty looking canines charging at me out of a gate. I swung my big stick and roared at them. To my amazement it worked. Perhaps they sensed I had spent long periods in countries where bad dogs get eaten, or perhaps people in Armenia just don’t roar at dogs. In any event they backed off in total disarray.
I would have liked to have taken off my boots as I was really limping now, but the cold and the dogs meant no: every few hundred meters I would get menaced by a couple of large hairy specimens, and would have to swing the big stick at them and growl “come on you miserable punks, make my day”. I was unsure if this would have been as convincing bootless.
In the end, none of them decided they wanted to make my day and I limped home late. I hadn’t had lunch so stopped for a snack of bread and whey. But for the evening I decided that some meat-eating would be in order.
(events 14 Nov 2012)
7 Responses to “Bad Dogs Get Eaten”
Love the timeless tree.
Thanks. I especially liked the cows which seemed to want to unobtrusively follow me around.
Not India, but obviously holy cows since they clung to the place.
Unobtrusive cows? Hmm. Sounds like an oxymoron to me!
(chuckle) yes, well there are those who do mailgn the intelligence of the ox, but I am not one of them.
so glad we met while you were in yerevan having chease pizza on sayatnova street
i enjoyed all your travels
may god protect you in your travels
Thanks. Must have been a unique occasion as cheese pizza, even the delicious Armenian/Georgian ones, are not something I would normally eat.
It is probably best if god ignores me.