The Marshrutka dropped me off in the central square of Hadrut at dusk, the town just starting to come alive after as the afternoon heat ebbed away. Here I was, in the far south of Karabakh, with only a couple of homestay names pulled off the Janapar wiki and my phrasebook to guide me. I […]
After my near-death debacle in the ruins of Old Khrot, and the circumstances leading up to it, I considered that perhaps I was not properly equipped yet to head into Karabakh proper. Armenia had proven to be frustrating at times, and information acquired pre-travel was revealing itself as wildly out of date.