A polish layover and Day one armenia

In poland, they love their booze, chocolate, and the pope. Although I was kind of disappointed with it all. I was expecting to get in and find like 4 pound polish dogs and the locals walking around with dog shit in their hand saying "Look at what I almost stepped in!". Absolutely none of these unique polish fantasies were true at all... Sad day. My hot dog was pretty good, but easily 3 lbs and about 4,000 calories under what it should be. The poles are awesomely devoted though, the airport came fully loaded with a catholic chapel in the east side of our terminal, we were impressed.
We end up getting more or less locked in our gate, which could have doubled as a meat locker, I get a nap and around 10 we load our flight.
Arrival
We get in around 5, start getting through all the passport checkpoints and realize that armenia is the only country that wants all the documentation possible. "Your boarding pass please? baggage ticket? do you have the tag on your pillow? would you please submit the receipt for the toblerone you bought in poland?" We have absolutely nothing and they just let us by regardless which makes you wonder if this whole checkpoint is just a place to put overstaffed employees.
We get outside the terminal, amazingly enough, to find a very tired looking cabby holding a sign. I still can't believe they got our last minute email that we're showing up around this time and just some-what thinking about staying at their hostel. I'm pretty sure the walk from the terminal to the cab took a year off of the cabby's life. He was tripping over everything and is working past a SERIOUS wheeze, I honestly feel like I should have given him a piggy back over the 30 yards to car. I feel kinda bad.
We drive through southeastern yerevan to our hostel and once again a look at the architecture makes you expect to then look at the sidewalk and find a legion of zombies out marauding for flesh. BUT i finally see mount ararat on the drive; the birthplace of the most extravagant christian folklore in the world.
When we got to our hostel we basically slept until 1pm ( which is when they kick us out to clean"... but really I'm not at all sure what they actually do with the time, it looks exactly the same when we return.