A young Chicagoan's strange erotic journey around the globe
Bird on an old metallic wagon wheel at a rest stop in transit to Yerevan
One of those claw crane games filled with packs of cigs for kids who like to suck ash
In Soviet Armenia, ice creams you!
Marko playing for a pack o’ smokes
Natural gas pumps
View across from the rest stop
Bieber sticker on da baffroom. My friend Chloe had bought me a couple packs of Bieber stickers back in Sri Lanka and I decided Armenia was a good spot to start getting rid of them.
It’s hard to get used to the driver being on the right side of the car when car’s drive on the right side of the road especially when the wheelman is a maniac who blindly veers into the oncoming lane to pass slow-moving trucks on skinny, winding mountain highways.
View from a different gas station
Awesome view from that same spot
And yes, another view from that same gas station
Hilariously, this claw machine had smokes mixed in with stuffed animals and soccer balls
Armenians just hangin’ out and bein’ Armenian at the gas station
Horribly fuzzy photo – I know, but it’s the only one I got of a roadside homemade wine vendor and felt the concept needed to be conveyed
Underpass bums in suits out in the countryside
Armenians love to booze
Statue bro as seen pulling into Yerevan, the capital
I’m thinking this is a Persian-style mosque we’d been driving past but since only less than 0.1% of Armenians are Muslim, I can’t be sure.
Jaundice guy with a little indication saying that Yerevan was the 2012 World Book Capital – A recognition of the quality of the city’s programs to promote reading and books and other gay stuff like that
Another Beatles Bar – any affiliation with the one in Tbilisi?
The Fans of Facebook Club. “Got way too wasted last night at Facebook and was friend requesting everybody. Even tried ‘poking’ a bunch of hot chicks – none of whom poked me back.”
“Do what you want couse pirates are free” So it’s okay if I piss on the wall at Tortuga Pub? How ’bout on the drum set? Can I piss on the drum set?
“Natural Born Killah”
Justin Bieber making yet another appearance
What ees dees?
Pull on his beard, it’s not real
Average-looking intersection in Yerevan
Bunch of Armenian flags waving
Out for a stroll
Giant crack pipe?
Statue in front of Armenian Opera Theater
Locals chillin’ on the statue
In da club
Shout out to Trayvon!
Armenians reppin’ the red, white & blue
Phil & Alian, the two Frenchmen, posing under Place de France
Front of the opera house
Armenian couple on a date
Da po-lice with the Yerevan Cascade in the background
Looks like someone sliced off the upper part of this dude’s hairdo
Yerevan street scene
Black jackets are a dime a dozen in the Caucasus. The red hair, however, that shit seemed quite uncommon for a local.
“ANELIK BANK” – I went in there when I was drunk and pulled my pants down. When nobody started licking my anus for me, I knew I’d misinterpreted the title of the locale.
The Yerevan Cascade
Some art in the park at the base of the cascade
Big fat dude with a pin dick
I pulled out my camera a second too late to catch this kid in a green jacket hanging from the statue’s pee-ner. It’s probably for the best.
Armenian couple on an ice cream date
Awwww gurl – dat ass!
Sniffin’ on each other’s butts
Marko grabbin’ hizself some titty!
Although this adjective is largely reserved for homosexuals to describe an intense dance performance, I’m gonna go ahead anyway and say that this lion looks “fierce.”
View from about halfway up the cascade
View from the top of the cascade
Rainy day lovers looking over Yerevan
Armenian bros posing for a photo
Bieber strikes again on the front window of a day care center
Me flipping off my shadow who’s flipping me off in return
Traditional Armenian dancer
Folk band playing their rendition of Dre’s “Bitches Ain’t Shit”
Yeah, you better blow that thing, buddy
My man Ryan in the background with Bieber lookin’ cool on the wine bottle
Part one of my tip left for the waitress
Part 2 of 2
I guess Bony M once ate at this restaurant. If you don’t know this band, do yourself a favor and YouTube their song “Daddy Cool.” It’s fuckin’ amazing – not as cool as their coked-out dance moves though.
This guy’s “Tasty”
“You have to pay the troll toll, if you want the boy’s hole”
A Bieber sticker placed in the hostel room Bible next to my favorite passage – Deuteronomy 23 – which lets us know that dickless cowards ain’t allowed into the kingdom of heaven
Looks like someone left Meatspin on the hostel computer…that someone was me
Bieber sticker on the hand back behind Marko’s head
“Damn, we ended segregation years ago. Can’t believe that shit’s still goin’ on here in this day and age.”
I wanna suck your stache
The road between Yerevan and Goris in Armenia’s southeast was mountainous and foggy as fuck
Our mashrutka driver
Dog at a rest stop
The Commie’s make damn good ice cream
On the left wall up above this toilet, take note of the two-fingered shit smear someone had left after digging out their asshole with no TP
Statue I saw in passing
Can’t remember the dude’s name – maybe cuz he fed me too much of his homemade wine? – but the dude on the right had an amazing collection of all things Soviet
Birth Certificates and other official Soviet documents
Soviet Birth Certificate
25? What that is with Lenin on it?
Knick-knacks, patty-whack give my dog a boner
Damn, check out those jugs
I actually have one of those Commie banners hanging in my bedroom. You hear that Senator McCarthy, you big pussy?
Mr. Girly Man’s got no marbles!
Flags of the Soviet Union
This dude from Bulgaria I used to work with told me that listening to the radio was banned back when he was a kid so they’d take it up on his roof and see if they could get stations from far away. He could and told me his favorite song growing up was “You Sexy Thing” by Hot Chocolate.
Communist propaganda targeting Latin America
“It’s like Lenin said…” “I am the walrus?” “…you look for the person who will benefit…” “I am the walrus?” “SHUT THE FUCK UP DONNY!!!”
What time’s Commie Idol start?
Alain, the crazy sword-wielding, wall-barfing Frenchman
An authentic Communist DuckTales plate
DJ Iron Kurtin is da house!
Jerry Lewis lookin’ ass
Stamp collection 1 of 5
2 of 5
3 of 5
4 of 5
5 of 5
Epitome of a millie-whiffer
Eastern Europeans love tracksuits
Armenian Dram. 1USD = approximately 405AMD
Interracial salt ‘n’ pepper orgy
Marko, who’s fluent in Russian, asked the taxi driver why so many windshields in Armenia have cracks like this in them. He explained that drunks don’t wear seatbelts and when they slam on the brakes, said unaware drunks go flying and hit their heads on the windshield
Although it was mid-April, it snowed a few inches overnight
To stay warm, I turned up the heat in the hotel…if ya know what I mean…
Come and get it, ladies
“I Love You M”
Another old, busted-ass bus I saw similar to the one the day before
On our way up to the hills
Church – 93% of the population belongs to Armenian Orthodoxy
Alain tugging on something he probably shouldn’t
Church within a church
Heading back out to continue the trek
View of Goris from the church
Finally up in the hills. Similar to Cappadocia, Turkey – here they got strange rock formations that people had once upon a time lived in.
Looks like the type of building you might come across in the snowy-ass level of Goldeneye for N64
Marko said that tying plastic bags to the trees up in the hills is considered good luck
They were all over
Alain delivering a powerful speech in French that neither I nor Marko could understand
This part of the climb was extremely steep and I slipped on more than one occasion
Okay, first check out the photo that I took of this rock with my camera…
…then check out this one that Marko took. If you look really closely in that hole there you can see me mooning the camera. When “posing,” I was worried I was gonna back too close to the edge and fall out and be found dead or crippled with my pants at my ankles in a pile of snow.
Foggy hills as seen during the descent
Gate leading to a cemetery at the bottom of the hill
In the Caucasus, a lot of the graves had the person’s face etched on the headstone
Tales from the crypt
I wonder who decides what picture goes on the grave.
Dude’s last dying wish: “Use the photo of me in my striped shirt on my (coughs) headstone” (gurgles), (croaks).
I did like this cemetery though. Very cool.
That’s the position my brother used to squat in when he’d hide under tables and crap his pants
Casualty of the Nagorno-Karabakh War?
3 bodies 1 grave? Funerary Groupon?
Couple bros pushing their buddy’s car which apparently wouldn’t start until it reached a certain speed
Old Goris broad
Eagle on a government-type facility
Face on the same building
Woman in a little cigarette hut
Local dudes hanging out
“What happens in Armenia stays in Armenia”
Alain riding the spinner at a Chuck E. Cheese type facility
Television monitor in the eatery part of the restaurant placed so parents can keep an eye on their kids. There’s Marko jumping up and down on camera in the little playland area. Pervert…
They had a guestbook at the pizza place which we all signed. This is Marko’s letter.
Here’s mine. I didn’t include Alain’s cus he wrote it in French and didn’t explain what it meant.
Closest I got to any sort of pussy in Armenia
Painting in the lobby of the hotel
We went back to the same memorabilia restaurant for dinner the next night. Here’s the one dude serenading his woman whose face I superimposed a Lenin statue over.
Me, Phil, Ryan & Marko
Jumpsuit boy ’bout to cap Ryan
Marko with an ancient calculating device called an abacus.
Check out my man checking out a Lenin poster
At the base of the monastery, a bunch of vendors had been selling baked goods
Bread vendors were by far the most popular
They’d yell at everyone who walked past urging them to buy a loaf
Since they’d all basically been selling the same product, they’d get jealous and yell at each other over purchases.
They got especially jealous when a dude like this guy would buy 3 or 4 loaves from one vendor and none from any of the others.
It truly was a funny scene.
The uphill climb to get to the monastery
I don’t know what this guy was doing, but he was just hanging out up in the grass stomping around all weird ‘n’ shit.
You ain’t Armenian if you don’t wear a black leather jacket.
The main chapel of Geghard was built in 1215 but the complex was founded in the 4th century by Gregory the Illuminator – no relation to the battery-powered, glow-in-the-dark football I had as a child.
Chapel with mass in session
For a dude who hates church as much as I do, I gotta admit that attending this Mass was really something special.
Da whole crew
Candles in the vestibule
God speaking to Ryan
Young church-going Armenian bros
Around the complex
Surrounded by foggy mountains which added to the experience
Alain climbing a staircase
Another shot around the complex
Somewhere on the complex had been a bridge where a lot of foxy ladies had been posing for pictures
Raven-haired ladies. I call the one on the left!
Damn, son! Check out that Jesus piece!
“So I shot that motherfucker right in the head…”
Get a longer broom!
Dudes walking in the gate to Garni Temple
Dudes at Garni Temple
Garni Pagan Temple
View of the surrounding area from the temple
Bros discussing bro shit
SUCK IT! Marko!!!
Look how happy this same woman gets when…
…I put an “Armenia” hat on her head.
Same mustache guy we saw at Geghard
Suck it Garni Temple!
Agarak is a border town just north of Iran where Iranian truck drivers head up to when they want some action at the local strip clubs
Bunch of Agarak cabbies
Old Agarak women…
…young Agarak women.
I love all the old cars in the Caucasus.
Heard some yelling in the morning, looked out my bathroom window and realized our hotel was right up against an army base.
So many vodkas to choose from
“Parental Advisory, Explicit Taste”
Commie Food product. Hope it’s as good as the ice cream.
More Commie shit
“New Cream” – the Armenian Nutella
Who wanna take a bite of my Snickers Super? Better not if you’re allergic, ‘cus I guarantee a mouf full o nutz…