I visited the village Kozerevsk twice, on the way there and on the way back.
Hardly a nation so connects its essence with a single river. A story about a people and many, about refuted stereotypes, lethargic masses of water and the last days of summer.
Ever heard of Tatarstan? Neither do I. "Wow, I always wanted to go to the Tartars!" Say Eastern European friends on request. "Still relatively unknown in this country," says Google. "What do you want there?", Say my parents.
Light fog fogs pull over the landscape and get caught in the tops of the trees again and again. On the slopes of the hills, in the middle of which we have pitched our roof tent, there is occasional snow. The logs are crackling in front of us, and the fire looks like a small warming island to which we force our way, additionally packed in winter jackets.
The Elbrus in the Caucasus is the highest mountain in Russia and is one of the famous Seven Summits. A curious trip to the roof of Europe, between burning summit euphoria and burning plastic garbage.
It tightens - the legs are getting heavy and the long night on the flank of Elbrus is in my bones. Only a few meters left.
Dmitry, Mountain Rider and Seven Summit Climber, tells about Elbrus and his passion. A story with passion and a lot of sweat!
Why do I want to go back to Elbrus? My inner bastard just prefers gravity and pulls me to the ground.
St. Petersburg is also called "Paris of the East". Whether the city deserves this title, you will learn here.