After filling our stomachs with homemade jam and vegetable omelets, we noticed Anton didn't nearly finish his portion of food and his face showed fifty shades of grey and green. Even though we had one sick member we started the day with an epic descent through a rocky canyon where, to our surprise, there was no patch of snow in sight. At the bottom of this canyon we found some cows grazing around a teal river that marked the official border between Armenia and Azerbaidzjan. Old war territory, yay! Boom boom! Of course we did our research and knew the actual conflict zone was 100 km further to the east, and this Nagorno-Kharabach province is in reality Armenian territory. This implies that we could play hide and seek in all peace and quiet in the remaining minefields on our way back into mountains. Yippy! Sadly, the explosions made the seeker's job too easy so we decided to continue, leaving a few legs behind.
We followed the zigzags of the road, three of us enjoying the staggering valley views, while Anton fought his way through a series of cramps and hot flashes. Stef and Yuri lead the cavalry up to 1700 meters where the four musketeers powered up with some sugar and water for the long decline. We rocketed down, stopped numerous times for pictures and gazed mouths open at the majestic view over the valley below us. The landscape was idyllic. Another frozen lake, horses running free and grazing in the barren fields. Step of your bicycle, and the silence reigns. We arrived early in Kapan and settled in a € 10 euro hotel. We knew snow was coming, and didn't want to be out in the cold.