The view that unfolds when we crawl out of the tent in the morning is nothing short of spectacular. We have set up camp on top of a 2640 meter high pass with a view into Turkey and across into Georgia.
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The Rally, day 18
We wake up at what we thought was a field with a treeline, but turns out is an industrial-sized dump with a few bushes on the side of it. Oh well, we had 5 hours of sleep at least.
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