On the way up, our taxi ran out of gas. The driver turned his old Volga around and coasted down hill, while we were met by these Yezdi boys from their nearby camp. Check out the cool toy.

The Yezdis are a minority in Armenia, most of them are shepherds.

A small Yezdi camp in the distance. From the peak of Aragats you could see a few of those settlements scattered throughout the plains around the mountain.

The pregnant man and his family invited us to breakfast, and of course, vodka. They said last time they were there some foreigners (Frenchmen) invited them over, so now they were just returning the favour.

We started off at Kari lake, at an altitude of 3200m, visible down below. Stepan and I swam in the lake, then we were invited to breakfast and Vodka by a picnicking Armenian family. Having to walk over an hour prior to that (because of the taxi that ran out of gas), starting at such a high altitude, and being a wee-bit drunk and later hung-over made this a pretty damn tough hike.

It was a tough hike for everyone except for wonder-boy here. Check out the two bags he is carrying, he climbed over the southern peak with those bags while Sanne, Shiao-Ma and I found a slightly easier way, then he helped a lost hiker find her way back to the lake, back over the ridge, then he climbed down to the crater with Shiao-Ma, and only then he started feeling "a little bit" tired.

The high point of Armenia, Aragats' north peak, is visible above Shiao-Ma's head.