Monday, May 14, 2007
Aline, Matt, Janette, and I are at an internet cafe next door to our hotel (Ani Plaza). The place is small, no more than 300 sq. ft. and it has about 11 people cramped up using computers in it. And the worst part about it is the two guys sitting in the corner smoking cigarettes. This is pretty common everywhere we go in Armenia. I smell like I've smoked a pack of cigarettes at the end of each day.