About ten years ago the Smithsonian's Summer Festival was The Silk Road and I ate it up. The food, the music, the fabrics, the crafts. Never thought I would get close. But this week, I actually was on part of the Silk Road that went through Armenia. It took extra dram, but I was not going to miss the only surviving caravanseri in Armenia if I could help it. In my mind's eye I see silks and beads and spices making their way from east to west.
The caravanseri were places where travelers on the road would stop to rest and feed their animals and make trades. Sort of camel truck stops. Not everyone went the whole road from China to the Mediterranean. Some people just worked part of the road or were distributors for others.
Lavash rolled around Lori cheese--delish! |
12th C camel truck stop |
Imagine bedding down here |
Traders and their goods would rest in the center. Fires could be built to cook food and create heat, with the skylights providing an escape for the inevitable effluents of all kinds. No bath or toilet facilities. Lucky to have water and food and enough warmth to keep warm overnight.
Looking south - the day ahead from Selim Pass |
It is hard to imagine they would stay only one night. This travel was rough and very slow. My experience involved paved roads and well-engineered switchbacks. Imagine trying to coax your tired oxen or donkeys or camels around one more ess curve before dinner.
Bottled gas pump along the road |
Refueling takes time because the automatic propane gas (used in most cars along with gasoline) is limited to 250 pounds of pressure. So it takes several minutes to fill up. I found it necessary to get to the edge of the "gas station" once I noticed that no one put out their cigarettes during this process. Maybe the problem is not the same as it would be with gasoline, but I wasn't taking chances.
Caravanseri 2012 |
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