Meal on the Run

Here's my lunch of lavash, basturma, and a picked pepper bought in the town of Ashtarak, the seat of Aragatsotn marz, the province where I was monitoring presidential elections last week. My team (Armenian driver, Armenian interpreter, and Slovak partner) and I spent the morning before election day scoping out our territory north of the town in Aparan in a mountainous area inhabited by Yezdis, a Kurdish-speaking sun-worshipping minority, and then returned to Ashtarak to watch a precint election committee pick up their ballots and other election materials. I grabbed this food from a store while a on a sort of goose chase following the Alagyaz election committee around the town of Ashtarak who didn't feel the need to inform us where they were going before returning to the mountains. It was no problem in the end, since the traffic back was so thin. We waited for their car a few miles outside of Ashtarak and followed them back to watch them set up for election day.