ARMENIA

The cyclists’ grandfather

I was enjoying a two hour downhill to the border of #Iran in #Armenia when a guy called Avo stopped me, feed me, washed me and offered me a place to sleep. Later on I learnt that dozens or hundreds of cyclists have enjoyed the same hospitality. We did not have a common language, except my very very broken Russian, but we tried to share stories the whole night anyway.

#biketouring #Armenia

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