

Throughout the mountain there were points where people were transplanted from one lift to another. And around the lift built a whole village of 10 houses, souvenir shops, rental of snowboards, cafes and small hotel shelters. All sorts of knitted goods and magnets were on the street but one we could not pass by. The woman beckoned to taste local alcohol. For almost a month of traveling around the Caucasus we thought we would see more often such traders, but surprisingly it was the first. She said drink as much as you want and whatever you want for free. I asked when she was going to stop us, she said that until she got bored. And she offered a spruce jam in the form of a snack. This was the first time Chacha was tried and the real Abtsent, which she does herself and which taste was far different from the store ones, but it was still green and strong. Drinking plenty, it became not so cold and we rushed downstairs admiring the mountain yaks grazing on the mountain slopes.