A glorious place of power,
The snowy Ararat.
The legendary land,
That the ark melted!
The holy mountain
To us the holy mountain.
The time has come in December.
It’s time to go 🙂 …
The airplane took us
To the ancient city of Van
With a great lake,
The ocean.
The fiery Van seals.
We were there to meet –
At the airport
There was a memorial 🙂
We ate in the evening.
In the city of Edremit,
Early in the morning we rushed
To Dogubayazit.
The first was a surprise.
The waterfall of the mountains,
With breezes that breeze,
It was the same as the sea.
About the third year
It’s time for a diva’s visit –
We were over the road
Ararat was there.
It was impossible
To take our eyes off
You could see how beautiful
How the snow glistened.
With a cauldron in the hotel
The evening passed.
In the afternoon already on Eli.
The transfer was waiting for us.
From a height of two or two hundred.
Our journey began.
In the rocky
Lava fields.
We walked a kilometer
Up a hill of height –
And we fell down without strength.
It was hard to walk.
Our base camp
We were gladly welcomed.
Each all inclusive
For dinner.
We were invited
To the mountain regimen
And we adapted.
To live clearly with him 🙂 The tabor was greeted by us.
From the tabor was giving in.
Those close to us were already over.
They were trespassing.
Going the extra mile 🙂 Stop – first things first.
STOP – you have to go first.
To go for a ride.
One kilometer to go
We need more heights
At 4200
We have been there for a while.
And back to the base.
We went downhill
For the next race.
The same path was waiting for us.
At 4200
The line was tight.
Nearby we saw
The Small Ararat,
The ark’s lakes
Are still lying
Three hundred meters more.
Up the hill,
And in their own rooms.
They all went to sleep.
The night awaited the assault –
In the hour of rising from sleep –
And on the next day
We were in the air.
The hillside.
All grew quickly,
That’s a lot to take in.
Few would have expected.
The winds have shown their power…
Demonstrated to us,
Everyone in mittens
Hands lusted.
And in the night, in an old-fashioned way.
Uphill for all of us,
Until the sun
When the sun goes down
The beautiful people…
The true mountain’s shadow,
The sun’s flickers,
The snow from far away.
Enraptured by beauty,
The cats wore
And they went on their way.
And went on with the flames.
And about twenty-five –
It’s time for victory.
The peak is already there.
We are greeted 🙂 .
And even though my fingers were freezing.
In the picture,
I was happy to see.
The sky and the mountains!
Then the descent was long.
On the rocks,
Where the end of the route
was still not to come.
We slept for a while.
We went to the campsite two –
We went to the base,
Watching the diva.
Fine Kurdish dancing
And cool songs,
Then we had a rest.
In a sound sleep.
And back to Eli.
Our descent was already three.
A bed and a shower in the hotel.
Everyone already expected.
Then on the program
To Itzhak Pasha.
To the palace as a guest.
Together we came
A fine evening for us.
Adam had a wonderful evening,
Tasty lamb
Each man had his meal.
We also saw
Akhtamar Island,
Where the Armenian church
Kept the vivtars
Tribute is returned
To all their heroes
Adam, Sergei –
Boys in combat 🙂 .
Enemies and emotions.
The place of latitude –
The couloir, as always.
You are at the height!
