We hired a couple of cars to drive us to the peninsula, where public transport was scarce. The driver of this Mercedes had his leg amputated below his knee, he used his crutch to press the clutch. That's OK though, he made up for his lack of his left foot with a really heavy right foot, reaching 160km/h when all the Ladas around us were struggling to go 100. When he was pulled over and the cop asked him for documents, he opened the door, showed him his left leg, and said "I'm my own document." The cop let him go, without even asking for a bribe. There is a lot of respect here for ex-soldiers who served in the Karabagh conflict.

This nice family gave us directions at the beginning of the hike.

On our way back, one of the women from the nearby farm invited us to come back and stay the night if we were in the area again.

We don't need a stinking trail, I see a shortcut over them hills.

The texture, colours, and smells of the meadows were fantastic.

We lingered for quite a while in the meadows

Ani, Marina, and their other personal photographer, Manushak

Relaxing and taking the scents in.