The following day, I walk along Altyn Arashan river towards Peak Palatka (Mt. Tent – named so as it resembles a soviet tent).
Young shepherd, in a few more years, he’ll be old enough to find a wife.
Horses, chilling.
If you walk along the river without looking at your surroundings, you’ll miss this waterfall on your left.
I doubt you’ll miss this view though.
The peak to the right, tricky to capture due to the clouds obscuring it most of the time.
Peak Palatka to the left.
Bonsai.
The guesthouse where I’d spent the previous night.
Since it’s raining on and off for the whole day, I decide against spending another day in the mountains and slowly head back down, just missing the marshrutka to take me down the mountain.
Altyn-Arashan marshrutka, ex-soviet former military truck.
Along the way back down the mountain I meet Mikhail Mikhailevich a forty something hippie riding his 60’s era bike up towards Arashan. He tells me of the beauty of our mother, mother nature, shares some of his life’s philosophies and some of his moonshine with me and invites me to his place to smoke weed with him to open my mind to the beauty of the world. I tell him of my journey and some of the things I’ve seen and experienced and he congratulates me on living the life that’s worth living.
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