The cramped minivan, the tour operator's logo boldly emblazoned on its sides, bounced along the dusty main road leading to the outskirts of Yerevan. Sitting in companionable silence, occasionally jolted by an unexpected pothole, I sat among a mixed group of Armenian, American and German tourists.
The bustling streets of Yerevan receded into the rearview mirror, replaced by low concrete dwellings, parched grayish-brown fields, and sudden patches of lush green vineyards. Weathered men and women gathered stones and weeds beneath the scorching sun, before vanishing like specks of dust in the vast expanse of desert landscape.
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