Well, Armenia isn’t very expensive as I expect but when it comes to accommodation, I almost succumbed. To find a budget hotel is like searching a needle on the seabed.
After bargaining very hard and almost giving up, the lady finally allowed me to share a room on 4th floor with an Armenian guy who eventually left me alone. That was another story. I didn’t really care. It might be better as I have the whole room by myself.
And this is the reason I stayed in Hotel Gugark – a gigantic pre-war Soviet building with a Soviet-made lift only operated by key. You need to ask someone holding the key to operate the lift whenever you need to go up and down. Otherwise, the ladder is your only choice. Yes, the ladder. My source of information told me that this should be the cheapest in town.
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| Hotel Gugark |
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| In the shared room |
It wasn’t until something happened at that night that I realized staying alone in a 3-bed room wasn’t as good as I thought.
The night saw me running helplessly down the ladder. Yes, the ladder. Apparently I was chased by someone, if not something. I can’t remember the whole thing and how IT looked like after waking up from my bed. Covering in a white robe and with long black hair, I think IT is a SHE. Oh ya! She didn’t wear any shoes and there were some blood stain on her robe.
The nightmare quickly brought me to the cheap hostel in Meknès where I stayed when I was traveling in Morocco 3 years ago. That hotel was even more ghostly and horrible where I had to keep the light on during my entire sleep. I have been dreaming a lot since setting my foot on the road and this is the first nightmare I had as far as my trip goes.
Phew~~what a…nightmare!
p/s: I’m fear of ghosts and I’m afraid of dogs, sometimes goats and cows as well. I know I’m a coward but a coward still insists on traveling on a shoestring alone and independently. This is the problem.
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