On a four day road trip through rustic terrain, a flat tire was going to happen. It was just a matter of when and where. Well it happened on the way to Dadivank, in a river valley. At least the tire had enough foresight to go flat on a really beautiful stretch of road. What can I say, we made productive use of our time there- by learning how to fence with sticks.
(Images from top: The road we were driving through before it happened, the van and a bunch of confused volunteers, the tire, Haykak reading the directions on how to change a flat- never a good sign, how many people does it take to change a tire, fencing with sticks, the river).
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