I’m tired of people. I’m tired of explaining my story, where I’m from, what I’m doing, why, and acknowledging for the umpteenth time that, yes, I look like Jesus, or else a Viking. I approach a group of men just in time to hear one of them point at me and lead a laugh. Most of the time it doesn’t bother me—I like standing out, being different… But currently, I’m just tired of it. I’d been in the wilderness for so long, far away from people, out in nature—and then I arrived back to Yerevan, to all the commotion of the city. Now I need to get my head back to the task at hand, to my journey, to keep moving northward and uncovering the hidden corners of Armenia with all the natural wonder of this country. I’m going to stay away from people, from the villages. Just me and my film crew and a good book—at least until I reach Lake Sevan.