I’m not dead! I’ve just been (surprise) incredibly worn out. The past three months were pretty crazy at work, but now thanks to employment no longer encumbering my life and suddenly moving into my car for the summer I finally have some free time to write again. Going to try and crank out two posts a […]
The Marshrutka dropped me off in the central square of Hadrut at dusk, the town just starting to come alive after as the afternoon heat ebbed away. Here I was, in the far south of Karabakh, with only a couple of homestay names pulled off the Janapar wiki and my phrasebook to guide me. I […]
After my near-death debacle in the ruins of Old Khrot, and the circumstances leading up to it, I considered that perhaps I was not properly equipped yet to head into Karabakh proper. Armenia had proven to be frustrating at times, and information acquired pre-travel was revealing itself as wildly out of date.