From the Caucasus to the Crimean mountains
Hello, dear casual readers! )
I am a student of the Faculty of Geography, so the world is not at all indifferent to me: I really like to study it, to try it by touch and taste. Thus, this summer I managed to try two sweets at once - the Caucasus and Crimean mountains.
I can mean spoiler, it was arrrr how unforgettable!
My five crazy friends and I saved up a monthly stipend and sold marbles in the park to save up a small amount of money and fulfill our big geographic dream. Our budget, of course, was limited, so we chose hotels carefully, although not always successfully. Be patient, you will soon find out about this incident)
With grief in half, by bus from Krasnodar with a couple of changes in 12 hours, we reached the glorious mountain village - the village of Arkhyz. We are winners, so our little vacation fell right on the rainy season and each of us wept quietly into an inflatable travel pillow, seeing how bright lightning cut through the darkness in all the windows of the bus... While in the Crimea and Sochi the cities were flooded, over We only had two light drizzles of rain. Winners! )
Prices for accommodation in Arkhyz are very contrasting, for good accommodation you will have to pay a large amount, which we didn’t have, so we chose the nice nice Arkhyz camp site, which we got to late at night, or rather early in the morning, so we can really appreciate nothing was possible, except for a chic shared shower.
When we nevertheless woke up in the morning with a cheerful, our courage was dulled by rain and a thick cloud that swallowed up our camp site. However, somewhere high, high, a piece of a mountain suddenly looked out... It is nearby, right above us! My heart froze and continued to beat languidly, already looking forward to a wonderful day.
Beautiful Karachai girls laid a table for us, from which I remember delicious herbal tea and airy donuts, mmm... And I highly recommend trying their homemade cheese, it's something!
Immediately after breakfast, we saw a funny old "pill", a car in which they promised to take us to the Sofievsky waterfalls - the pride of all Arkhyzians. The road, I tell you, was very extreme, we were driven through all the pits and hills, and even right along the river! And all around, high mountains with slender coniferous trees, standing exactly in a row, somewhat reminiscent of fish scales, have already opened their beautiful faces. 
After two hours, getting out of the car and going along the mountainside, stepping over the flowering "endemic Caucasian rhododendrons" (an indescribably beautiful sight), we reached the waterfalls. Oh, yes, this spectacle is worth a lot: huge powerful jets of water flowed down almost the entire wide surface of the mountain, and in the center one huge jet was visible, the droplets of which the wind sprayed still very far. . .
After our ascent along the glacier to the waterfalls, an incredible hunger woke up, praise the gods, there turned out to be something like a cafe below, where we decided to try a strange national dish - khychiny. They advertised them to us as really the food of the gods, but it turned out that this is a huge round cheburek) But my advice, baked khychins are tastier than fried ones; ) and we realized this only towards the end of the Caucasian trip.
After returning from the waterfalls, we decided to go crazy and go rafting along the stormy full-flowing Zelenchuk River. 
Mixed feelings. . . Someone screamed with joy, someone with fear, and someone turned out to be a calm poop (it was me), and someone (our instructor) yelled very funny with an accent "Right spared, left back! ". Mahmed, from now on you are our favorite instructor! ) Thank you for saving us from inevitable death))
Wet, cold and hungry, we had dinner, got a little "warmed up", thanks to the staff for calming down )) and finally went to bed. . .
