Armenia: or there and back again! In this chapter, we will reveal the unexpected costs linked to the Georgia Armenia border crossing and leaving the country and tell you how we found ourselves in Western Georgia on that day instead of strolling through Armenian Highlands.

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After hours of driving through Eastern Anatolia towards the Armenian border, the landscape was still the same: wide plains occupied with agriculture. There was hay everywhere: either being cut, collected by tractors or lying around. People were busy with harvesting and the tractors were driving back and forth in the fields. It looked like Pol Pot’s dream — turning everybody into a peasant.

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