My Bezoar Family

Family, friends, and Armenian mountain goats, The last time I wrote something consistent in this blog was about two months ago. You might be thinking that I just have a boring life, or that I went back to my old hyper-busy way of life and couldn't find one minute to update my loved ones. Beware; there is a far more interesting explanation to my prolonged absence.

On January 6th, as I was out and about for some wildlife observation in the Khosrov reserve, I got kidnapped by a mountain Bezoar goat (threatened species of the Armenian highlands). I tried to escape, but then I understood that he was purely motivated by traditional bezoarian hospitality, and that it would be too rude to fight. Then, he brought me to his cave where his Bezoar goat wife and children were happily living (the kids were watching TV and the mum cooking some wild grass soup).

Picture: My Bezoar parents and bro's

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They adopted me, taught me the bezoar customs and ways of living, as well as some recipes and other cultural peculiarities. I felt so happy there, away from the cares of urban life and computers that I decided to stay for a while.

They released me yesterday, and of course, I was on the forefront of the national news all day long. “It’s the first time that someone survives a Bezoar goat kidnapping!”, they were saying. Anyways, I learned a lot from this experience, and I will keep visiting my host family as often as I can. I will update you soon about my life in Yerevan, it’s a bit hard to readjust to being in the city with other humans, but I’ll get used to it, meanwhile I try to keep the Bezoar attitude… meeeeh!