i am only happy on the road.

when it’s not the source already and it is not the destination yet.

i remember from the last trip the town and the white mountains behind the buildings from the pink stone under the bending low sun rays. the rays made clouds also slightly pink by proficient stroke of cyan shift.

i was too sick and weak to get out and make a photo.

then the road back on the ice. low gear. higher rpm numbers. do not touch brakes, noch, do not.

i remember stars over the lake from the other trip and that thin girl who was looking at them through the manhole in the car roof, stunned, unable to deviate her eyes.

i remember the alternate route to the village, deep canyon right near the edge of the road. the line of aragats mountain seems only a bit higher than the road i am on. and then the plate at the entrance with the non standard funny font.

cup of water with pieces of ginger to drink while driving.

white foxes. green lightnings in their eyes.

hama wire from the phone to the aux line of the audio system. german speech is interrupted for a moment - means email. ‘it’s snowing here, be careful. please.’ - i’ll read later. as well as the other, more excited text along the lines of ‘it’s snowing here and it is so nice’, from the other author.

no breaks, noch. turn the steering wheel a bit left then right, left then right.

one route. one tree there. one moon there. one cup. one. and many many bright stars.

stars, narrow serpentine, sudden spans of ice, canyon, contented rumbling of the engine, stars, reflections on the surface of the river far far below, stars, ice, river, rumbling, stars, shining river, ice, stars, river, ice, ice, stars, stars, stars, stars.

i am only happy on the road. #road

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The Armenian government has allocated funding today for the completion of the construction of a strategically important road that would link Armenia and Artsakh. source

Well, that road exists, but it had no asphalt covering last time I’ve been there, and is full with pits, and not very much usable. Road from #Drmbon(western shore of #Sarsang reservoir) to Sotk takes 5 hours, though it’s very short. When I was going to drive by that road for the first time, some told me “don’t go there, you’ll break your car”. That was amazing night, yes, night! And we did it!
Imagine, the Ter-ter river flows at the left side of the road, you can hear it, but you do not see it, and at the right side there is a sheer rock, extremely high. And then there’s rusting remainings of the dead tank. And traces of caterpillars everywhere. That first time was hard but unforgettable experience.

In USSR they’ve used to put hatches not at side-walks, but in the middle of the streets. They were afraid that in case of war, ruined building might prevent to access the infrastructure. That is why these hatches are hated by careful drivers who tend to avoid these hatches while driving, bypass them. I was never really in to that, but since we’ve passed that Drmbon - Sotk road, I realized that bypassing hatches has no sense at all. At least for me. If we have passed that road, then who cares about street hatches? No, no. Just keep going by your line and ignore them.

#road #martakert #drmbon #sotk #ter-ter #artsakh #nkpeace

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