Days To Remember-Part 1

It was the perfect spot to end the last day of being 27.

Our friend Trui gave us the hints for the location where there were petroglyphs that we absolutely wanted to see. The road up in the mountains didn’t make it easy for us. A lot of single track but there was a track so we were confident we could make it.

Upon arrival I fell in love with this majestic place, I still dream of it now years later. There was a radiant presence of the past there. Of a time when people roamed the earth in tribes. And it’s so close within reach.

As so often with higher grounds, as soon as the sun had set, it chilled down to freezing temperatures even though it’s the second of September. We seek refuge in the tent and we keep chatting and munching on some dried fish. No one but maybe wildlife is going to disturb us this night, that’s for sure and for whom camps in the wild too, you know that doesn’t happen very often. There is always someone somewhere, but not that night.

At 00.01 the third of September, Jeku pulled out a bottle of brandy, ‘Happy Birthday, love’.

And so began the 28th year of my life. Just us. Surrounded by the vast emptiness that only nature can provide. Our bikes beside us. Some 4200km away from the bricks we use the word ‘home’ for.

We felt more at home that night than any other night inside them bricks.

-Armenia, 2018