OUR EUROPEAN ODYSSEY pt 24
As we passed through the gargantuan arches at the top of the pass, I found a sense of awe tangled with surrealism washing over me. We’ve been over higher passes on our travels, as well as several more beautiful than this, but this was different, this was more than just a road. This was the Silk Road. Armenia’s Silk Road.
Driving along it felt as if we were following the ghosts of times gone by, travelling not just on asphalt but through the annals of history.
My thoughts went back to a time long before motorhomes existed, when caravans of camels and horses would have travelled huge distances, carrying all manner of goods to be traded in the great bazaars and markets of the world.
On this particular day, with snow covering the whale-backed mountains in the distance, this ancient road carried a dream – my dream. I had long imagined what it would be like to travel through Asia, following the
