We had seen, to our pleasure, glimpses of sunlight on our first day out of Yerevan, but this day there was not a cloud in the sky. It was cold, sure, but there is nothing better to keep you motivated than a bright sun. Our avid swimmers were getting a bit out of practice and energized by the blazing sun they could'nt resist to conquer lake Sevan. Preparations were made and after Anton broke the ice, they were introduced to their coldest dive yet.
That night we found our way into an old Soviet factory where we explored its maze of hundreds of rooms. We went our seperate ways to find hidden treasures, got lost a few times but Marco Polo'd our way back to each other. The result: a giant stack of firewood, stacks of personnel records, four chairs, some bottles of questionable liquids and a rusty piece of metal that would serve as a makeshift firepit. We made our home of the central hallway and selected our winning team from the records to start the fire without a spark, and soon we were no longer dancing in the dark.