18.09.2021

In terms of landscape, the next day offered variety, colours and stones. There were also more metres in altitude to climb, about 6-700. But first we took the unfrequented road to the next village, Kapuyt.

Opposite mountain wrinkles

And above the stones it suddenly looked like the Changthang! Well, a little bit, at least that’s what I thought.

Nearly like in Changthang

However, I left the Changthang to the right and went on a great high trail where I found even more great rocks.

Rocks with maybe recognisable elevated path

Rock left of the path

View back to the rocks

Mhm, I think I’ll cut it short here after all. I think it gave an impression that I was very pleased with the rocks, the colours and the altitude. And yes, I was also pleased by the absence of people.

I then went down another valley to the next village, Artavan. This looked a bit scattered to me and I had no idea how to find my hosts. At the first turn-off I called them – but only had an Armenian-speaking woman on the line. I called Hamlet again, who also only spoke Armenian, but who had arranged the accommodation for me. I was actually able to make myself understood. Various calls followed, first from a young woman with broken English and then from another with very good English. This was Nune, the fiancée of my hosts’ son. And she was now trying to find out exactly where I was and how I and my hosts could find each other.

All of a sudden, my eyes fell on a person – I ran to her with Nune on my ear and just passed the phone:

Old armenian woman with my mobile