Amazing place. It is very accessible and unattainable for most. Takes all the strength and gives even more. There is no Internet, phone, advertising, or news of the pandemic. No government, no money, cars, houses, shops... Many colorful and always cheerful people living in tents. A lot of sky, icy water and pink mountains at dawn. Bears and drunken men on horses come in. They eat tea here, a lot of tea. It is accompanied by the freshest curd from the shepherd. Porridge, dried fruits and alcohol. A helicopter arrives to collect the garbage. Every night, closer to dawn, miracle men in hard hats come out of the tents and leave in orderly columns, hung with backpacks, ropes, carbines, cats, ice axes. They go up. They return with staggering feet and go to sleep in silence under the scorching sun. And then all night long songs to the guitar from all sides and from every second tent. The Caucasus is a different reality!