O(h)Porto!

In a matter of days, Oporto (better known as Porto) effortlessly made way into the top 5 list of my favourite cities.

View of Luis Bridge – Porto

To be honest, I have never thought of rating cities or countries (the only exception being Georgia which I would rate the best in my travels so far, many parameters involved here) but a week in and around Porto made me realise the city had something to cater to every type of traveller.

Recently, someone asked me what kind of holidays would I prefer the most – city, beach or mountain. I didn’t have an answer to that because frankly, I want all of this in a holiday! I like the vibe of a city, yet want the mountains to trek and be amidst nature, and finally a beach – well, who doesn’t love a beach?

Yes, I know greed was never a good thing …

View from the gardens of the Stock Exchange Palace / Palácio da Bolsa

Porto nicely fit into these preferences. A city on the north-eastern coast of Portugal, overlooking the North Atlantic ocean, the coastline across the country is home to some of the best waves for surfing, hence the country has arguably one of the best surfing destinations in the world. While some of the beaches were not necessarily swimmable or kid-friendly for that reason, just being around the water, building sandcastles and letting the waves wash over your feet is another level of joy.

Porto is a hilly city. What may seem just across the road on Google Maps is probably going to take you a lot longer with a few inclines, so tighten those thighs and build up the stamina before you get there. Because the city, like many others, is best explored walking.

This time, we consciously chose to stay in one of the central parts of town. I was a bit tired of being in cheaper, spacious Airbnbs away from the centre and despite tinier rooms, I wanted the hustle-bustle of a centre-ville, cafes and souvenir shops and the activity around them, as well as easy accessibility to public transport (because people watching, among other things). This website gave me a good sense of which areas to stay in and we eventually booked into a cosy hotel at the Se district.

The stunning 18th Century Church of Saint Ildefonsom – Porto

Importantly, the weather was a superstar. We left Amsterdam just as Storm Eunice was heading away after creating enough havoc and leaving behind the most-terrible weather – a superlative is required here. We fortunately got to the airport unscathed and when the flight touched Porto, sunny skies took over and stayed with us for a week that was nothing short of a brilliant weather, at 21 deg C. We did learn much later that that the country was going through a drought and keenly awaiting rains; I’m glad they got it soon after!

I also loved this trip because we went back to our old ‘book of travel’ which was not planning the trip in its entirety. We booked two days in Porto and then let the travel bug take over. This was what our week-long trip eventually looked like:

• Day 1-3: Porto
• Day 4-5: Aveiro/Costa Nova
• Day 6: Guimaraes

The Moliciero of Aveiro

Aveiro is a small, friendly town although I felt it was a bit much to be touted as the ‘Venice of Portuga’. At Costa Nova, we had a long strip of beach almost to ourselves! Guimaraes, a cute medieval town with a stunning castle made for a fantastic day trip although, I’d have loved to linger around a little longer. They all deserve a blog post of their own.

When it comes to Porto travel with a kid, do remember it is a hilly city although public transport is convenient enough to get you around different landmarks and parts of the city. As for us, Young is now 6 years and his current goal in life is to be a runner. That worked fabulously well in sprinting up the inclines of Porto and resulted in competition-climbing up some steep stairs. Fingers crossed, let’s see how long this lasts!

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  Luis Bridge, reminiscent of the Eiffel Tower

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  Local Liquids – Felicidades!

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  Chapel alongside River Douro

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  Two Bulls

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  Bus 500 along River Dour

Running in Magisch Maastricht

I have had my share of runathons in the past but I’m not a runner anymore. Because if truth be told, when you have a toddler, running becomes part of your daily life.

Young decided he is done with 2 years of walking and doesn’t want to do it anymore (taking a deep breath…..this too shall pass). He refuses to walk more than 10 metres, wailing, screaming, squatting and all that drill that come with kids.

But ’tis Christmas time and that in Europe means Christmas Market time!

Maastricht – View from Hog Brug

We visited Christmas markets in Den Haag (The Hague), Museumplein (Amsterdam) and Haarlem in December and discovered that our child HATED these markets. But being persevering parents (which sounds a lot better than selfish, right?) we decided that we couldn’t end the year without visiting Maastricht – argued to have one of the best markets in the Netherlands.

But how to get through another city and market without an angsty child in tow? We did what any good dutch parent would do – took his little cycle along with us.

And that, my friends, is why we ran around Maastricht. The child cycled as if on steroids and we spent all our energy ensuring he didn’t ram into anything or anyone and followed the right paths in a city we hardly knew our way through.

All said, we managed to get glimpses of this beautiful city and its lovely market (stunning from atop the ferris wheel at night, I must add). We even spent a quick 30 minutes inside a beautiful Dominican church-converted-bookstore. As unselfish parents, we also decided to indulge in an overnight stay in the city thus allowing the child to go on a fietsen-rampage one more time the next morning.

Dominicanen Boekenhandel

Inside the church

Kids section

Birds eye view of the market at Vrijthof

Maastricht lies at the south-most region of the Netherlands and is nicely nestled between Belgium and Germany – the former a morning-walk away to the border town and the latter, a few driving miles from the centre. Someday, we hope to revisit the town with 3 cycles and discover more of this place.

Ah, wishful thinking.

Basilica of Our Lady, Maastricht

Do u wanna feel Latvia?

Lately, I just feel like I have been trying to do too many things. A part time job, learning Dutch, housekeeping & cooking (because err…this is not Dubai) and doing my best to entertain family visiting from India. And of course, the full time role of being mom to a hyperactive toddler. Over and above that, there’s unfinished novel too…..and Netflix.

But two months ago, I swore to myself that I wouldn’t let blogging take a backseat again. And in a way, this post seems pertinent because sometimes when I am cooped up all day at home and overwhelmed with all the zillion things to do, it is refreshing to head out for a walk or a quick bike ride (weather permitting) into the myriad pretty lanes of Zaandam and look at some of the charming architecture of this place.

Which brings me to what really stood out in those three days of travel to Riga : the buildings. Okay, I realise how densely obvious that sounds – moreover I’m no connoisseur of architecture – but I actually fell in love with these baltic structures in all their colours and styles. I have done a fair bit of internet research on the subject since my return and I can safely say that eight centuries of architectural variety adorn Latvian buildings thanks to their culture and various invasions (read Vikings, Germans, Poles-Swedes, Soviet). The most prominent is Art Nouveau, an ornamental style of architecture which apparently adorns one-third of Riga’s buildings.

And so without further ado, below are images of residential buildings, churches, monuments all captured as we walked through the old town of Riga. I attempted identifying architecture of a few buildings but later gave up with the amount of time and effort it took!

Image: House of Blackheads and the Latvian National Museum of Art – both in the highly theatrical and decorative style of Baroque architecture

Image: The stunning Riga Nativity of Christ Cathedral (Byzantine Revival Architecture)

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Above: Many more colourful buildings including the Cat House (first image, spot the cats!) and Our Lady of Sorrows Church (Last image)

Images: Inside the open-air ethnographic museum that depicts Latvias historical ethnic groups and their style of living then.

Images: (Left) Architecture typical of art-nouveau style (Right) Freedom Monument of Riga

Latvia: Of Roosters, Rye & Riga Black Balsam

3 beautiful days in Riga. And I absolutely mean it when I say beautiful. It helped that we had perfect weather, great company and a cosy accommodation to make the visit all the more memorable.

If geography is not your forte, Riga is the capital of Latvia which is one of the three Baltic countries in Northern Europe (the other two being Lithuania and Estonia). One advantage of living in Europe is the ease of hopping into another country over a weekend. And so Riga it was, courtesy the husband who had a training to deliver (one less flight ticket to pay for #happydance!). And before he knew it, wife and son had decided to tag along and booked the tickets.

Yes, Riga is another European’ish city with the old town, cobbled streets and a grand church in the centre so if you have been to other cities in the continent, you may think ’what’s the big deal’. Two things to note here – one, the city is not overrun by tourists and yet has its own unique charm and vibrancy along with enough things to do. Two, perspective is important – Latvia was part of erstwhile Soviet Union and is currently part of the Eurozone. Unlike Georgia and Armenia, Riga appears to have taken pains to shed its communist past and embrace inclusion into mainstream Europe — this is evident with the development in the city, and most noticeably in the architecture. I fell in love with the buildings but I shall reserve that to another post.

Rooster

We woke up in a beautiful 7th-floor apartment of a building that had a splendid balcony in the direction of the town centre. One of the most noticeable views is how there are roosters atop church steeples in the old town. According to Christian tradition, roosters ward off evil through their ‘cock-a-doodle-doo‘ and symbolise watchfulness and vigilance and hence were fixed atop. A more factual explanation is that they were used as a wind indicator in earlier times as Riga was an important port city for sailing ships. Either way, roosters were an interesting change from the  typical crosses you see otherwise.

St Peters church Riga

House of Blackheads Riga

Church at Riga Centrs

Ethnographic Museum – Church

Rye

I wasn’t expecting much from Latvian cuisine being a vegetarian but I did my research beforehand and knew I had to try two of things: ‘Rupjmaize‘ or Black Rye Bread and Cold Beet Soup. With kids in tow, eating what you want wherever you want is not the easiest of affairs but we finally discovered a popular chain that served local fare and made everyone happy. My child being a rice-fanatic enjoyed his ‘plov‘ (a version of the indian ‘pulao‘ and arabic ‘pilaf‘). And I loved the cold beet soup that mainly had beetroots blended with kefir/buttermilk and peppered with dill.

The dark rye bread is obviously not for everyone and especially so if you have not been much of a bread/wheat eater all your life – which is the case for a lot of us from South India. That said, I totally relished the loaf bought from a supermarket – it is made of whole grain rye and the addition of malt and caraway seeds give it a distinct flavour. Probably a tad dry eaten on its own but I bought a little bottle of spicy tomato ‘chutney’ (called Adjika) at a weekend market — the combination was delicious! I must add here that Adjika is made and sold in Latvia but borrowed from Georgian cuisine; they were all part of the Soviet, remember? And that explains hot-spice in a cuisine that is otherwise void of it.

I should have realised that food gets the better of me and this warrants a separate blogpost but suppose it is too late now. So may I also mention ‘Maizes Zupa‘? Literally translated as ‘bread-soup’ but is actually a dessert essentially with rye bread, dried fruits/preserves and whipped cream. I wouldn’t have ordered it had it not been for the latvian lady at the cashier line in restaurant where we were buying our food. I asked her what it was and she explained in broken English and then cringed when I showed her the chocolate eclair that I was about to buy. Never a bread-pudding lover but I ended up buying and eating it. And yet again, totally dug into it!

Maizes Zupa

Weekend Market Riga

Fried Rye Bread oozing goodness!

P.S: We also had dinner at a South Indian restaurant at Riga. Yes, you read that right – a south indian restaurant with idli, dosa and the works. Now who’d have thought there was one there??! Something I wouldn’t have done even in my wildest dreams in the pre-kid era! But it was an interesting experience and we also learnt that the Tech sector is developing in the Baltics and unsurprisingly, attracting a lot of Indians.

Riga Black Balsam

As with many european and post-soviet countries, beer is the stand-out alcoholic beverage. However, you cannot miss noticing the abundance of Riga Black Balsam branding all over the city. Black Balsam is a traditional Latvian tar-black liqueur with high alcohol content, known to be flavoured with herbs and having medicinal properties. The drink by itself is supposedly bittersweet but there are a few flavoured variants that make it delectable. One such being the Black Currant version that we tried and were sold!

So as you can see, I mostly ate, drank and saw a lot of pretty buildings. And spent considerable time in a couple of the city’s beautiful parks. That kind of sums up some of the things you can do in Riga over 3 days with kids. And I emphasise ‘with kids’ because travel takes a whole new meaning when they are around!

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It all began in Haarlem

“Dreams do come true but for that, you must believe they will” – A wise old woman

It all came rushing back to me when I first stepped foot into the chilly winter air of Amsterdam in Dec 2018. Yes, it was happening and I was going to actually live in the Netherlands for the next few years!

To make sense of this, I had first visited the country in the spring of 2013, whilst on an English-teaching contract in France.

View of Haarlem architecture and River Spaarne

Also read: Notes from Netherlands

Being an Easter weekend then and with throngs of tourists in Amsterdam, I decided to get away from the city and headed to the train station buying day pass with the intent of visiting Delft, Leiden and Den Haag (The Hague). This, on the recommendation of my ‘Couchsurfing’ host.

Most of the day was spent admiring the beauty of Delft and Leiden. With little time to visit The Hague (that is, rainy weather and an early next morning departure), I decided to give it a miss and head back to Amsterdam. Greed eventually got the better of me and on a whim, I got off at Haarlem deciding to do a quick jog of the town (hey, I used to run half marathons back then!).

Molen de Adriaan

I don’t remember much of Haarlem as I whizzed through from the train station to the town ‘centrum’ and back – and almost got lost too; mobile google maps/4G were not on my radar then. Yes, it was yet another lovely Dutch town but what is vivid in my memory as I got into the train was that 2 measly days had done no justice to this gorgeous country. I swore then that I’d return to visit Haarlem (in a less hurried fashion) as well as few other Dutch towns sometime in future.

Destiny, indeed!

So that was part reason why I wanted to live in Haarlem initially, alongside proximity to Amsterdam. We eventually settled in Zaandam but I have visited Haarlem more number of times than imagined!

As with most European cities, walking is the best way to see the city. The ideal place to start is from the train station, which incidentally is one of the oldest in the Netherlands, and then wander your way into the ‘Grote Markt’ or the market/city centre. Unmissable here is the gothic styled Saint Bavo Church which is known to preserve the ‘Muller-organ’ that has been played by Mozart and other musical greats. Haarlem is known for its medieval architecture and while I have not done it yet, a canal cruise along River Spaarne that runs through Haarlem would be another excellent way to see the city and its monumental buildings including the iconic windmill, Molen de Adrian.

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Travel notes:

• Haarlem is a 15-minute train ride from Amsterdam.
• Don’t miss walking around the Grote Markt and the main cathedral – De Grote St Bavokerk (and of course, the musical organ if you choose to go in)
• Plenty of museums if you are into it….and well preserved buildings if you are more interested in the exteriors
• If you like beer, sample it at Jopenkerk (trust the Dutch to convert a church into a brewery!); it was closed as of May when we visited but appears to be open again.

Read also: The story so far

Zaandam

Zaandam. The place we now call home.

Let me introduce you to this unassuming and pretty town, 15 minutes away by train from its more popular neighbour and capital of the Netherlands, Amsterdam.

So some trivia to start with – Zaandam gets its name from the River ‘Zaan’ and ‘Dam’ which has the same English meaning that is, a barricade or so that prevents water from flowing on to land (more on the awesomeness of Dutch marine engineering in another post). And hence derives ‘Amsterdam’ through which flows the river Amstel.

We had not heard of Zaandam until we arrived in this country. Our initial plan was to stay in Hoofddorp or Haarlem and as a last option Amsterdam which we figured would be a more expensive option than the former two. Our timing of arrival (December and the holiday season) ensured that either we had apartments that exceeded the budget or just very few places being rented out. Till a colleague of the husband (yes, that man from Yin and Yang prominence) suggested that we consider Zaandam and recommended a property agent who’d help us.

This took way longer than our 2 weeks-estimate and by then I was disillusioned with the house hunt. I had very low expectations as I walked out of Zaandam train station for a couple of house viewings. And may I admit, the first view of the town totally took me by surprise!

Zaandam has a unique canal house archictecture where the external facade is painted in all sorts of green hues, with bits of orange and white and topped with the triangular gabled roof.  My first sight was of Inntel Hotels that looks like a pileup of gingerbread Zaandam-styled green and blue houses one over the other. Quite a sight for architecture lovers and one that briefly stunned me as I walked into town. From there on, I was totally charmed by this place and some of the unique sights I stumbled upon.

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So we saw two houses, liked both, finalised one, moved in, discovered it was old and creaking and much too big for us (in short, a terrible decision), moved out and into the second house and finally settled ourselves. Phew.

All’s well that ends well and we love our home now! It is a simple and small place sufficient for the three of us but the setting is as pretty and Dutch as can be. A red bricked three-storied building with a canal running in front, a quiet yet busy street (and by that I mean there’s a school next door so hurray, noise level achieved — I am Indian like that) and surrounded by locals (though it wont take too long for the rest of our country brethren to populate this town).

View from our house in winter…

…and in summer!

From a travellers’ perspective, Zaandam is a great day trip or even a smart and inexpensive base to stay if you want to visit Amsterdam and neighbouring towns. Part of the larger Zaanstad municipality, it is home to Zaanse Schaans, a large open air farm and museum best known for its collection of well-preserved historic windmills.

First view of Zaanse Schaans famed windmills

The area is known for its cocoa factory.

If you are an art, and more specifically, impressionist lover, there is also Monet’s Atelier – a small house in the town centre that is curated with replicas of the artist’s paintings and includes as a short but interesting presentation of his brief time in Zaandam a century ago. Free entry!

So that’s a wrap up for now, but there’s more coming on cycling, the Dutch language and the hormonal weather. Watch this space!

Related post: Notes from Netherlands

…and I am back!

It has been a year since I wrote my last blog post on Ireland. I was hoping to elaborate on that beautiful country and share some photos but never got around to doing that.

While there was no dearth of travel in the interim, there has also been a whirlwind of activity on the personal front that put blogging on the backseat. Numerous occasions when I put timelines and promised to publish a post, brief one if I could, but lack of focus just put me off.  Time to rectify now, better late than never as the saying goes!

So here’s what happened since my travel to Ireland in May 2018:

• We travelled to Romania in August 2018 – a gorgeous country relatively untouched by tourists
• I quit my job a couple of months later, in October
• We said goodbye to the UAE and moved to the Netherlands in December
• Set up home in the pretty li’l town of Zaandam in January this year
• We had our first travel within Europe since moving here; to Turin, Italy for 5 days last month (July 2018)
• Most importantly, I have spent the last 8 months as a full time mom for the first time in 3.5 years! And surviving it a lot better than I imagined 😉

More on all of the above soon…..so here we go again!

Leaving you with the last pic taken in Dubai before departure.

 

The luck of the Irish’s

Ireland.

It wasn’t on my immediate travel radar but it happened, thanks to a work trip. And if I were asked to sum up the country in one word, it would be this: GREEN.

Green and how!

First off, I live in a region where sand dunes are your definition of nature and erm, beauty. So you may want to discount me if I go a little overboard over ‘green’. But Ireland (Republic of Ireland and Northern Ireland) is so green that it could put Photoshop and its myriad hues of the colour to shame. To quote the wise words of a colleague, the Irish landscape was green on ‘auto-enhance’.

Enough with green. Over to the weather.

No one travels to Ireland for a suntan! As a traveller, chances are that you could encounter rain no matter which month you travel. However, in the week that I spent between Belfast and Dublin, there was one evening …yes, just one evening of rain. Rather, a heavy drizzle. Of course, it helped that we went in May and experienced pleasant weather and long summer days. I still can’t get over the sun setting at 9.30pm!

Now on to Irish, the people.

It does take time to understand Irish accents – it took me a couple of years at work and a few Bushmills to get there but when I finally did, I concluded that the Irish are a crazy and funny lot, having met colleagues at work, servers at pubs or just bystanders that you ask for directions while strolling arond. Little did I know then that they are quite famed for their sense of humour.

Due to large scale emigration from Ireland centuries ago, Irish festivals like St. Patricks Day and Halloween are celebrated in many countries. As is with every country and community, they are also very proud of their “Irish” heritage and take all effort to promote it. If you are in Ireland, do not miss visiting one of the souvenir shops (Carroll’s seem to be the most popular) – from shamrocks and leprechauns to Guinness and Celtic souvenirs, there’s something in there for everyone.

And finally food and drink.

As a vegetarian, I cannot speak much of Irish food which is predominantly meat based, however I had no trouble finding decent vegetarian options (and even vegan, in some places) at the hotels I stayed in and pubs visited. The ‘drink bit’ of course warrants another post. It would be unfair to the Irish any other way.

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Slovakia, snow, shoes and more

Yin and Yang are back with their travels. With Young, in tow. They celebrated Young’s second birthday in Jan 2018 (ah, time flies) and and a month later flew to Eastern Europe, thriftlessly paying for a third-seat ticket. On the plus side, toddler was kicking the seat in front rather than his parents’ faces and legs. Oh oops.

But more on toddler tantrums later. Lets focus on how a toddler wrote the narrative on where to travel.

We looked up Google maps and contemplated every place from Muscat to Mexico. True story.  Muscat was too near, Mexico was too far (23 hours flight with child = disaster). And in between were places that were too cold, too hot, too expensive, too unsafe.…you get the drift.

After a few weeks that resulted in extra grey hairs (all mine, of course) and in almost zeroing in a on a weekend ‘staycation’ at the nearby Ras-al-khaimah hotel, we applied for a Slovakian visa. The Austrian embassy (in the absence of a Slovakian one in the UAE) stuck its nose up and kept us on the edge before stamping us a green signal to travel.

The average day temperature in Slovakia was predicted at 1 deg C. Grey-haired Yang was excited for herself yet fearful for her child and drove Yin crazy about the need to stock up baggage solely with baby woollens. Better sense finally prevailed and vacation day arrived.

And so Slovakia, we went. In fact, Slovakia, Austria and the Czech Republic.

We flew into Bratislava, Slovakia’s capital and spent 3 nights exploring the old town, sampling local brews and importantly, enjoying our cheap and cheerful Slovakian-decored apartment.

We then took a train into Vienna and spent another 3 nights there. The capital city snowed us over, quite literally, and with a night to spare before heading back to Bratislava (for our return flight), on a whim, we took a 90-min bus ride to the student town of Brno in the Czech Republic.

The highlights of our 8-day vacation was:

• Snow

Lots and lots of it, being that time of the year. And coming from the desert, we absolutely loved it! More importantly, the boy was fascinated by the whiteness and much to our relief returned unscathed, despite an evening out in heavy snowfall.

• Walking

As a lot of travellers will vouch, most European cities are best experienced through walking. Both of us love walking and that just made everything easier. It also helped in losing considerable calories being gained steadily through beer consumption.

• Picking up shoes

Whilst we walked, our boy was latched on to a stroller. The shoes being a wee too big for his feet, he used every opportunity to fling them both on to the cobbled streets. More calories were lost before we decided to release his feet and double-sock him. Don’t you call me paranoid; we were in sub zero centigrades, mind you.

• Using two online disrupters

That is, Airbnb and Uber.

We used Airbnb for booking our stay in all three cities and stayed in apartments owned by locals. Great decision and while I’m conscious that it may not work for all cities across the world, give mainstream hotels a miss and try this when holidaying in Europe.

Uber was really cheap in Bratislava and we used it to our advantage for longer distances and where we didn’t have to worry about taking strollers up and down an underground tube.

• Beer

The obvious highlight. Cheaper than water in supermarkets!

Town centre 2

Bratislava Graffiti

In-house Pivo sampling

Snow time, folks!

Brno’s buildings

Town centre 1

White holiday

Dilijan

Where time stopped still.

My closest comparison to this sleepy town is the Dalhousie trip I made five years ago.

The August weather of Yerevan was getting a little too hot to be out and about so we weighed our options and decided to drive up to the cooler climes of Dilijan, a little town about an hour from the capital.

En route, we stopped at Lake Sevan. The dad took charge of entertaining the boy by the waters and I made a short trek up to Church Sevanastek.

The route upward was dotted with pomegranate trees. Pomegranate trees galore!! (If you didnt already know, seeing fruits on trees make me go berserk). These fruits are symbolic to Armenians and every souvenir shop I’d come across had something and everything on pomegranates!

Church Sevanastek is archaical and beautiful but what makes it stunning is it’s position atop the hill. It is situated amidst a lake and over time, has risen over. The view from the church was incredible, to say the least, despite the hot sun that hovered over me. I can’t imagine how much more pleasing it would be in cooler weather.

I made it to base in 27 minutes. Yes, I timed it- and time management is essential when a toddler is part of the travel picture. We eventually reached Dilijan late afternoon and checked into, what we realised much later, the popular Tufenkian Heritage Hotel.

Now I don’t mean to advertise a hotel but our Tufenkian stay in Yerevan was so pleasant that we looked up online and saw that their presence in Dilijan so made an impromptu booking the day before heading there. What we didn’t realise is Tufenkian Dilijan is a heritage hotel – that is, the historical site was bought over by business magnate James Tufenkian and restored into a hospitality area. We were put on the ground floor and over our first evening, window-watched tons of passing tourists stopping to take pics of our building.

With a restless 18 month in tow, Dilijan may just be the place to relax with a pint of Dilijan (side note: cheap and cheerful)! However, if you are looking for a lot more activity, I’d suggest staying put at Yerevan. The town had nothing much to offer but we spent a couple of hours driving up to Park Dilijan – a nice place to chill, perhaps even do some adventure sports if you are around earlier in the day. I took a walk to the town square one late evening to search for the nearest grocery store but hurried back as it was fairly deserted despite being a weekend (I would add though that seems like a pretty safe place).

On Day 2 of Dilijan, we asked to move to the first floor of the hotel which had a balcony and a better view. Sitting out, we were witness to an ‘Armenian pop video’ shoot taking place in front of our hotel! With at least 25 retakes of the song, it still rings in my head.

The town also me an opportunity to savour two lovely Armenian dishes – Borani, a pumpkin-chickpea soup and Gata, a warm pastry served with a scoop of yougurt. Delicioussss, to say the least.

As I look back, Dilijan was a great place to relax and bond as a family.