And now we will drink a toast to nature.

Every self-respecting Georgian male carries a flask of chacha and a couple of miniature drinking horns with him at all times, in case of a toasting emergency.

Joy

So, I am in Armenia, and there are old churches and green valleys and spring sunshine and Mount Ararat and fruit brandy and orchards blossoming and I am having one of those days where I am filled with a fierce happiness that the world exists and I am in it.

Escape

And all it took for me to run screaming to the Aeroflot booking website was the 437th dreadlocked idiot urging me to stop thinking and feel, man. I am en route to Armenia, where I am reasonably sure no one will tell me this.