Spitak Stepanavan Pass

I saw a dead man. There was a funeral, the service was over and the road was full of people dressed in black as the coffin was carried out of the church. I stopped, took my helmet off, stayed by the side of the road. The pal bearers walked by with an open casket.

The trail points up, the road gets narrow and then becomes a grassy track so steep I have to push the bike. 1200 meters later I'm on the top and I can see landmarks in Georgia as well as Mt Aragats near Yerevan.

It is finally a sunny day, I had no idea what to do and at the breakfast buffet I find this obscure line across a mountain range. Adventure called. It turned out totally epic with a 14km descent into a wild valley. Three farmers and their animals and one tourist for miles and miles around, that's it.Read more