We had an interesting bus ride to the office today. After waiting quite a while for the bus to show up, we waved at it to stop. Yes, we don't have to be in a station to get on the bus. We boarded, and started our long ride across town to the office. All went as usual, we were staring out the window, as the slow minutes in the infernal midday traffic passed. The interesting part began when we reached Opera Square. A large number of people were standing in a bus stop, surrounded by cameramen and police officers, in some form of protest. We didn't exactly know what to make of it, until the next bus stop. As our bus slowed down, protestors ran at it full speed, sticking messages printed on paper, with scotch tape on its edges, to the windows. We couldn't read what it said, but one thing we could make out: 100 Dram. That's when it hit us. The bus fares had suddenly hiked 50%. We knew this was expected to happen, we just didn't know when. The bus immediately stopped. The driver got out and circled around to rip the papers off the windows of his bus. While this was happening, we noticed the piece of paper that was placed above the windshield. "Bus Fare 150 dram", was written on it in armenian. Once we arrived at our station we got off and admired the chaos this sudden rise in bus fare prizes has caused. Bus drivers cursing at people who wouldn't pay the new price, protestors in every station, running after buses, sticking their messages to their windows, people encouraging the protestors and yelling at bus drivers. An interesting sight, to say the least. Once at the office, our hosts encouraged us to join in the protest, and not pay more than 100 drams for a fare. We also believe that a 50% increase is too radical, but it is yet to be decided whether the members of our group will join, or just let this thing pass them by.
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