First, visiting the monasteries along a route is just something people do here. It is awkward to tell the tour guide you are not interested in these treasures. Second, each monastery has its own history and charms. They are not all alike. Duh. So, get ready to hear about four unique monasteries dating from the 9th to the 12th C. This post will cover the first one we visited as well as another well-known site called the Field of Khashkars. Tune in to later posts to see how they differ.
Hairavank on Lake Sevan |
Water levels were as high as the top of the white rocks at one time. |
Exit to the lakeside. |
Simple front door |
Khashkar in side of building |
The second aspect we saw again and again were khashkars or highly carved memorial stones. The stones were embedded in the walls or placed on the ground, often in cemeteries.
Ceiling of main worship room |
Starting the monastery visits with Hayrivank turned out to be a good thing since it is small, relatively plain in appearance and we were the only people there at the time--which made it feel very special, something we did not fully appreciate until later.
Not far from
Hayrivank is another national site called the Field of Khaskars, pronounced something like but not exactly, "hahsh-cars." If you can get
a good gutteral sound into the first two letters, you will be close.
This large cemetery at Noratus has been partially restored with the
support of the US and Italian governments and private companies in
Armenia.
There we saw the first of several places with an unusual accommodation to people who have visual impairments. A panel of explanations in Braille in five languages sits at the entrance. This seemed especially remarkable because accessibility for people with mobility handicaps or who use wheelchairs is quite limited here (except all the corner curbs have ramps) and I have never seen this in the US that I recall.
Gor with his distant cousin among the khachkars |
The guidebook warns that visitors will be approached by local women selling their hand-made wares at the Field of Khachkars. And indeed when we entered, it was as if some little bell went off and four or five women started to head our way. Our tour guide/driver, Gor, had actually met one of the women on a previous trip and established that they were probably related in some way from a century ago when one of his great uncles settled there. Here she is showing us how she spins yarn by hand. A pair of thick wool socks later, we bought hot pads tied together with yarn (like strings on kids' mittens) from each of two more women. Gor called a halt at that point, or I would probably still be there buying things.
One
of the most interesting khachkars we saw told a very tragic story. A
wedding party was attacked by Mongol invaders and everyone was killed.
The stone pictured below shows the attackers on horses, the bride and groom, the
bride's parents, a wine jug, lavash, and the table set for the party. Tragic in its own right, I felt saddened that still today we hear stories like this, though now they are often bombings of whole families celebrating a wonderful event.
Can you find all the elements? |
Among the ancient stones we saw much newer ones as well, including one that had had a visitor within the past year. Pictures of the buried families members are etched in the granite stone of some newer memorial.
Next monastery and related sights: Tatev, deep in southeastern Armenia and accessible by the world's longest cable car.
Poor Gor had no idea about your dual interest in knitting and desire to contribute to the local khachkar economy! ;)
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