Just a quick note to start. This trip report covers a climb that starts on the NW side of the mountain at Jele Soo West, spends three excellent days hiking and climbing to the SW side of the mountain, and then climbs north on the western side of the mountain from the SW at Khotutau Pass to the NW ridge just below the West Summit, descending by the normal South Route. The same route could be climbed in two fewer days by starting from the normal southern starting point of Terskol and using one day to climb to somewhere near the site of the helicopter crash referenced in the report. And now for the report...
Like far too many people, I eventually decided to climb Elbrus (pronounce this like “El Bruce” or people won’t know what the hell you are talking about) simply because it was one of the Seven Summits and because I had never been to Russia. I was not looking forward to the climb much, as the standard route from the south looked boring, dirty, and crowded. The climb from the north looked cleaner and much less crowded, but still boring. Then I learned that the Chrome browser (which I seldom use, except on my phone) could translate web pages from other languages. This changed everything for me. I started looking at Russian language pages about the mountain. I got quite excited when I learned that unlike American and European companies, which only offer climbs from the south or north, Russian companies will take you up the remote and seldom climbed east or west sides (with the west being the harder of the two options).
I am, at heart, an adventure seeker more than I am a climber. I would always choose a good adventure where I fail to summit over a boring climb where I reach the top of the mountain (or whatever other destination I set as an initial climbing/trekking/travel goal). As the NW route looked the most challenging, I decided to attempt that one. An additional motivation came from the knowledge that there were no trip reports from this side of the mountain. If I managed to complete the climb, I would finally have something meaningful to contribute to this site. I contacted mountainguide.ru (they have since created an English language page at mountainguides.pro) and explained my desire to book a private climb from the west. Sergey Baranov was very responsive and we agreed on $2750 USD for a private climb, with Aleksandr Eliseev as my guide. I was unable to wire transfer money to their bank due to the sanctions currently in place on Russia, so Sergey said that he would trust me to just bring the money with and pay when I arrived.
Aleks turned out to be an excellent climber. He summited K2 with oxygen in 2007 and Manaslu without oxygen more recently in 2017 in an alpine style climb. Aleks brought his 16-year-old son, Andrei, along with us. Andrei was spending his summer working as his father's assistant. Also, he was studying English and wanted to take advantage of his father having an American client. Aleks and Andrei are fantastic people and I enjoyed spending time with them. Both speak passable English and they helped me a bit with my considerably less good Russian. Andrei and I really hit it off, and we have remained in sporadic contact via WhatsApp following the climb. Aleks has a fantastic knowledge of the Elbrus area and can guide you to many places that American and Western European guides either can't or won't. An Elbrus adventure with him will be far superior to what 99% of climbers experience. He does, of course, also guide clients on the standard south and north routes, if that is what you are looking for. You can reach out to Aleks directly at email@example.com. I recommend checking with him to find out if he is available on a certain date.
One single note of caution, should you choose to hire a Russian climbing company. Russian commercial climbing guides have a reputation for not being like those in the US or Western Europe. Russian climbers are famous for having a high tolerance for risk. The guides don’t hold your hand and look over you, repeatedly offering helpful tips and guidance as a teacher would to a pupil. It’s more like climbing with a patient buddy. If you want more active guidance and instruction, as well as inquiries into how you are doing, like with American guides, talk about this with the company beforehand. Otherwise, they will show you where to go, not tell you what to do. My experience fit the stereotype perfectly. Personally, I was OK with the Russian style, as I am used to hiking and climbing alone, but everyone needs to know their own comfort zone and make the effort to communicate it.
At this point I want to bring up Summitpost member Michael Haifa. He made an awesome trip to roughly the same area in September 1994. Unfortunately, he did not submit a trip report. He did, however, submit many photos with useful titles/captions. He started in Khurzuk and hired a local as a guide. He then spent a considerable amount of time exploring and climbing the peaks on the south side of Ullukam Valley. The adventure that he undertook was far more daring than mine, and he did it in late 1994, when the Russian government was in the early stages of fighting a war with separatist insurgents in the North Caucasus nearby to the east. He hasn’t been active on SummitPost for a while, but if anyone reading this knows him, please reach out to him for me. I would love to hear about his experiences there, as I want to return to the area. Plus, this is simply one daring MF. We should all be willing to explore the world as he once did.
My Flydubai flight landed at Mineralnye Vody Airport just before 1:00 am on Saturday, June 23. I disembarked into the spartan entrance of the airport with the handful of others from the flight, which was only about 20% full. On arrival in the entrance hall, I was instructed to fill out a migration card, and was assisted in this by a security officer. After presenting my passport and migration card to the immigration official, things took a small detour. I was pulled out of line and escorted to a room nearby, where I was questioned by two security officers for over thirty minutes. They never quite got to any really focused line of questions. They asked about my previous travels, my education, my work, my family, what guns I used (too many Hollywood movies?), and of course why I was coming to Russia. Almost all of this information had been provided in the lengthy visa application, so I was confused as to the point. I was to get a hint later, however, when I was again detained (for a much longer period) prior to being allowed to board my departing flight. More on that later. Anyway, I was eventually released. I cleared passport control, collected my luggage, and went outside to meet my patiently waiting taxi driver.
If you don’t speak Russian (or even if you do), I suggest arranging your taxis through Kiwi Taxi online. You can set the pick-up place, time, and destination, and pay by credit card in advance. When the day of your trip nears, they will email you the name and cell phone number of the driver who has been assigned to you. The rates are good and there is no worry about getting a fake taxi or being given the “tourist rate” and driven the long way. I paid $14 USD each way for the thirty-minute drive between MRV Airport and the Inturist Hotel in Pyatigorsk. My Russian language skills are poor, and the driver spoke no English, but that didn’t matter as he had all of the info he needed from the online booking. I arrived at the hotel without incident.
I chose to find my own way from the airport to a hotel I selected and booked myself, instead of using the standard pick up by the guide’s company and use of their contracted hotel, both to feel a bit independent and to provide a rest day not included in the contracted time of the trip. This turned out to be a great choice, and if I go back I plan to add one more day for rest and exploration on top of that. I had booked a suite (the double size of the room gives ample space to spread out your gear) for Friday and Saturday nights to enable me to check in at 2am Saturday morning the way I would if I was staying at a hotel here in the US. The desk clerk, however, only charged me for Saturday night - a pleasant surprise. The room was clean, and had a nice view. Get the “mountain side” instead of the “city side” of the hotel, if you can. The "mountain side" view is far superior.
The area of the city near the hotel is quite nice, and I really enjoyed my time there. Visually, much of it reminded me of Mendoza, Argentina. There is a park adjacent to the hotel on the south/front side. The park is linear in design and gets wider on the western end, which is officially named Ploshchad Lenina (Lenin Square). The western end has a fountain and benches, and is wooded rather than paved. The eastern end climbs up quite a few stairs to a large statue of Lenin that can also be seen from the upper rooms on the mountain side of the hotel. There are good restaurants and bars, as well as a shopping district with a grocery, pharmacy, and sporting goods store with climbing equipment within walking distance SW of the hotel. If you would like information and recommendations on places I visited in Pyatigorsk, you will find it in the "In Pyatigorsk" section at the end of the trip report.
Pyatigorsk is not Moscow or St. Petersburg. It is a resort town of sorts. People are smiling and I felt safe taking shortcuts alone in unlit alleys at night. There are children and unaccompanied women all over in the dark of the summer night. I never saw one person who looked even slightly concerned for their safety. Perhaps this is one benefit of living in a police state, though I never once knowingly saw any law enforcement in the city (not all police wear uniforms, though). I want to mention that the one option the hotel offers, which I don’t recommend, is buying the breakfast. It is served in a grand dining room, but I don’t think Americans will find the food worth the walk from their room even if it was free. Pack some food in your luggage or walk into town to a restaurant. I bought food for lunches at the grocery store. I had breakfasts packed in my luggage already.
Aleks arrived at my hotel room after breakfast, as we had arranged, to inspect my gear prior to departure. He took out a few of the pieces of warmer clothing that I had packed in case the forecast changed for the worse. He also took out a lot of my food as he said that he was well supplied there. Otherwise, everything looked fine and we headed out after repacking and putting my remaining luggage in the hotel storage. We then walked outside and I discovered Aleks’s son Andrei was waiting in a taxi with the driver. Aleks explained to me that we needed to use a taxi to get to our starting point as we would be descending a different side of the mountain. I climbed into the back seat with my pack situated between me and Andrei (the trunk already being stuffed full of gear) and we took off.
After about 3½ hours of driving in hilly and scenic terrain (in which we saw few people) we arrived in Khurzuk, the last village on the west side of the mountain. We unloaded our gear and had a tasty lunch in a local home. We ate boiled potatoes with homemade butter and homemade cheese, followed by a kind of homemade yogurt - lots of everything and all very good. After lunch we reloaded our gear into a large and serious looking off-road vehicle (no photo, unfortunately) and left for the mountain. We drove up a rough road (really just a jeep trail) for about a half hour, heading more or less east up the Ullukhurzuk Valley. We then took a spur road to the left toward Jele Soo West, where we were planning on camping, and arrived shortly thereafter.
Jele Soo West (2,550m) is a seasonal camp on the NW flank of the mountain with a few houses for local herders. There were a lot of cows and yaks, but only a handful of people. We camped just below the village near a hot spring (which was unfortunately not running hot at the time we were there). Over dinner, Aleks mentioned that he wanted to consider altering our plans, but I left that discussion until the morning. We finished dinner and went to bed in pleasant weather.
The day started with a short drop over the east side of the pass. We then turned northeast, heading toward the site of a helicopter crash. We walked across the edge of an ice field and soon found ourselves moving upward on a gentle slope to the crash site. We spent some time playing around in the wreckage before moving on. At that point we turned north, and we held that general line of travel for the next two days, moving from the SW slope of the mountain to the ridge that led to the summit from the NW. It was up, up, up on ice and snow to a more level area and then over a large hump to our campsite.
The campsite was near the foot of the glacier that would provide us a perfect ramp up onto Kukurtlu Dome the next day. All of the climbing after the helicopter was on the Azau Glacier. We set up our tent near some large protruding rock spires that stuck up through the ice above the wall at the upper end of the Ullukam Valley to our immediate west. The site is left/west of the ramp in the center left of the photo. We were now on top of the cliff that we could see from near our camp two nights before. Today we smelled the volcano venting some sulfur gasses for the first time. Camp at 4100m.
Two fun bits from this camp. The first was a feature of the large cliff visible to our NW. The glacier on top of the cliff was scouring a band of very red rock, which it then carried over the top of the cliff with the ice. This gave the cliff the distinct appearance of bleeding from the top - a very good blood red in the clear light. Second, we had a little extra time after setting up camp. Andrei decided to have some fun and started to excavate a large hole in the snow slope between our tent and the rock spires. He dug down at an angle into the rising slope. I joined him for a while. He told me that he was making a toilet. I said that we should carve a lifelike toilet into the mountain. He worked for maybe an hour and a half, with me joining in occasionally. When it was finally done we had a urinal on a raised platform at the bottom and a very nice toilet in a stall next to it. Due to the depth of the hole, you could have actually used this in a full blizzard in relative comfort. Well done, Andrei! He really added a little humor to the climb.
Please note that if you look at our .GPX track, you'll see that the data from our camp on the Western Plateau all the way to the NW ridge is missing. I don't know what happened with the GPS. Just head north from camp on what looks like the most reasonable route and you'll do fine. We didn't make any crazy deviations.
After a few hours, we made it to the steeper terrain to the west of the western summit. We began a more strenuous climb at this point that never abated until we reached the top. It was here that I really regretted my decision not to take a rest day. Two things quickly became apparent to me. First, the weather was taking a serious turn for the worst. The skies were clear, but the wind became a dangerous obstacle. The slopes from here to the summit were never all that steep, but they were very icy at points, and the extreme winds repeatedly made me jam my crampons and ice axe pick into the slope and huddle down in order to prevent being blown off of my feet and sent into an uncontrolled slide, with nothing but occasional protruding rocks between me and the truly steep faces below. A fall in this area, in icy surface conditions (barring a rapid self arrest), would likely prove fatal. That said, in decent weather this area would make for a generally pleasant summit climb. The second problem was that my illness had progressed to a serious form of bronchitis. My breathing took on an odd, both scary and simultaneously curious, quality. Every deep breath was noticeably audible and sounded, to me, like the woodwind section of an orchestra warming up. Also, I had been coughing for days at this point, but now the bouts of coughing became severe. I was forced to take brief breaks to breathe, often half collapsed, more and more frequently.
Eventually, I was forced to stop and explain my condition to Aleks. My head was fine and clear, and I had no lung rattle, so I wasn’t worried about any kind of edema or AMS. Still, breathing was extremely difficult, so I decided to dig out the Nifedipine that I was carrying in case of HAPE and I took one. This soon seemed to be a good choice. As we continued upward, my breathing became noticeably less labored and the audible element, as well as the worst of my coughing, subsided. From there it was a slow and steady climb to the NW ridge, which we then followed SE to the western summit.
The summit winds were very strong - strong enough that I would have been happy to stop a few meters short of the summit and head down by the standard route. Aleks, thankfully, urged me to crawl the final thirty meters or so with Andrei so he could take a picture of us. We crawled the last few meters on our hands and knees and anchored ourselves with our axes for a memorable photo. I’ve previously played around in 80mph winds on a few occasions. Twice in my life I have been picked off of the ground and flown through the air by extreme straight line winds, once in a place where the meteorological equipment had been ripped from the mountain by wind that read 170mph before the equipment failed. I found it difficult to gauge, but estimated the wind to be 120mph with a few stronger gusts. Kneeling, let alone standing, for the photo was clearly not a safe option. The summit photo was risky but fun. Never before had 5642m seemed so dramatic to me.
My breathing immediately became very labored, and I struggled to maintain a steady pace in the dark and cold. At many points I fell to the ground, forced to simply breathe and nothing more. After what was probably two hours of stumbling and bumbling in abject misery, I finally told Aleks to call for help. I was going to pay for us to get a ride down on snowmobiles for the remaining 1000m, from 4700m to the company cabins above the top of the ski lifts at 3700m. Once the call was made, we didn’t have to wait too long. The snowmobile driver arrived, picked me up, and sped down the mountain. Next, he went back for Andrei, and then finally for Aleks. The simple bunkhouse cabins were warm, clean and quite spacious for a party of three, as they were designed for eight. I was breathing quite easily now and actually had a great night’s sleep.
After I got checked into the hotel, Andrei offered to show me around the area, but I wanted a shower and to have a few minutes of quiet, so I arranged for him to come back later in the afternoon. After washing up and putting on clean clothes (which I had stowed in the bottom of my pack for use after the climb), I decided to begin a course of Clarithromycin that I had carried in order to treat respiratory (and a few other) infections. I also called my wife and asked her to change my flights so that I could fly back on Wednesday the 4th instead of Saturday the 7th. Later, feeling relatively well despite my still raging bronchitis, Andrei and I took off on a short hike through the forest, which looped back to the road at a souvenir market. I picked up a couple of small things, including the obligatory Matryoshka nesting doll for my two-year-old daughter Eliana.
We returned to the hotel by way of the road this time and met Aleks for a very nice dinner there. After dinner, Aleks and Andrei left for the house where they stayed between climbs, and I settled in for a little relaxation myself. It was World Cup 2018 time and Russia had a game that evening. The game was on the television in the lounge. Being the height of summer, however, there were few people in the hotel, which I assume caters mostly to skiers. I saw just one other guest and a few locals who showed up to watch the game. After the game ended and the locals left, the hotel staff decided to go home, as I was the only one remaining in the lounge. I guess they figured that there was no way I would drink enough beer to pay the wages of whoever would be there to serve me. In yet one more example of how friendly and polite the people in this area are, they left the bar open when they went home. A notepad and pen were left on the bar and I was told to just write down what I drank and that I could pay when the staff returned in the morning. I sat down with a section of a dismembered hard cover copy of Reinhold Messner’s “Antarctica” that I carried on the climb, had a few more beers, and finally retired feeling quite pleased with myself.
Aleks and Andrei joined me at the hotel for a good breakfast. Despite having almost no guests in the summer, the hotel seemed to maintain a good kitchen. After breakfast I paid the previous night’s bar tab, which was comically low compared to any ski resort in America. One thing Russia has in abundance is cheap alcohol. Shopping in Pyatigorsk, I picked up a couple of bottles of decent wine for almost nothing. I have heard that if it isn’t French, no one here is willing to pay real money for it. Apparently they negotiate some good prices from other regions. I brought home, as a souvenir, a cork from wine made in the Republic of Abkhazia (a part of Georgia that broke away in the brief Russo-Georgian war of 2008).
Checking out of the hotel, I climbed into a car with Aleks, Andrei, and two women (who worked as cooks at the hotel) with whom they are friends. As the climb had ended a day earlier than scheduled, Aleks and Andre had just enough time to drive home and visit family before their next scheduled climb. The cooks also had a break and we were all headed to points along the same line of travel. The drive was scenic and pleasant. We made a brief stop in Tirniaus to drop off one of the cooks and, once again, everyone was pleasant and welcoming. Scenically, a portion of the drive east of Terskol reminded both Aleks and me of a part of northern Italy that we had both seen. Before long we were in Pyatigorsk, where we dropped the second cook off before continuing on to the Inturist Hotel. Soon we were shaking hands and promising to keep in touch. As always, it was a little sad to say goodbye to new friends, but I was grateful to have gotten to know them a bit and I honestly wished them only the best. Andrei and I are still in touch, and I have sent information to him on places to hike and climb in the US in case the opportunity ever presents itself, offering to provide any assistance that I can.
Once at the hotel, I retrieved my luggage from storage and went up to my suite to begin repacking for the return flight. After a shower, I decided to make a return visit to Magnit for groceries, and then went back to my room to eat lunch and take a nap. After the nap I ate dinner in my room, as I was still feeling pretty rough. I did go out after dark for a walk and a few drinks, but the weather was uncomfortably humid for me, and I soon returned to the comfort of my air-conditioned suite.
After a long night’s sleep, I woke and had breakfast in my room. Then the repacking began in earnest. I spent the bulk of the late morning and afternoon hours packing and replenishing lost calories. I had arranged for Kiwi Taxi to pick me up a little after 8pm, and decided after packing that I still had time to walk over to the Georgian restaurant Kolkhida for dinner. This made for a nice end to my time in Pyatigorsk. After dinner I returned to the hotel, grabbed my bags, and went out front to meet the taxi.
I arrived at the airport by 9pm for my 1am flight, not wanting to risk any problems departing. I wasn’t able to check in yet, so I went to the lounge, where I had a glass of wine and read a little. When my flight number was finally called, and I was able to check my baggage, I encountered a problem. The Flydubai staff kept wanting to charge me for my "overweight" baggage, even though both bags were under 50lbs and my flight had originated in the US. The staff and I were unable to resolve the problem, their English being as poor as my Russian. Eventually a supervisor was called. It still took a while, but at some point he remembered that flights to and from the US had different weight limits and he sheepishly apologized for all of the confusion and checked in the bags.
From here I went to passport control. When I provided my documents and the agent entered them into his computer, something apparently happened, because there was a phone call and then security services arrived. I was once again pulled out of passport control and politely, but firmly, escorted to a nearby room for questioning. This was a surprise to me, as I was departing this time. I was questioned for well over an hour. During this time the security officer made a remark that stuck in my mind. He told me that the flight "would not be allowed to depart until we are finished". Why would they delay a flight for me? Anyway, the questioning went on and on. Most of it went nowhere beyond the lines of questioning that I faced entering the country.
In retrospect, the questions I faced this time were a little harder and deeper, with less friendly implications. On a normal day this would quickly have begun to piss me off. However, I was in a great mood and refused to take things too seriously. I joked around a bit, smiled and laughed, complimented the agent on his English skills, and generally decided not to let this dampen my experience in Russia. Two things finally drove the seriousness of the situation home. First, they took my phone and recorded its IMEI number. I now assume that they have hacked it (not that they would find anything interesting). Second, I was asked point blank who I know at the CIA. I told them that I had gone to college with someone who joined the CIA, but that I haven’t heard from him since. It wasn't long after this that they finally allowed me to board the plane and the flight departed.
Having time to reflect since the trip has allowed me to put a few potential dots together. For whatever reason, they seemed to dig into my information a little. I guess things would have looked odd to me as well if I was in their position. I’m mostly a ghost online. I have no social media presence. I look, physically, like I’m active military - lean, muscular build with a buzz cut. I speak directly and confidently, not at all like an average tourist might if pulled into an interrogation room. There is only one photo of me online where my face is recognizable. This is from a newspaper article announcing that I had accepted an appointment to the US Military Academy at West Point. The photo is of me with the US Senator who gave me the appointment.
So, from the Russian perspective, I get it. They see me posing with a Senator on my way to West Point. Then I disappear. No Facebook. No Twitter. I arrive as a ghost who looks military, has training in multiple languages, has a wife who is the daughter of African diplomats, has a passport full of stamps from around the world, and who hired a Russian climbing company no American has heard of. All this while claiming to be a truck driver who just wants to do a little climbing. Yeah, I think that get it now. I’m an odd bird and my file raised a few flags. To their credit, they were always polite. I was never made to feel that I was in physical danger and I never seriously doubted that I would be allowed to go home eventually. Plus, I was immediately conscious of how I could use the experience as fantastic fodder for storytelling with my friends.
The Flydubai flight was almost full this time and it had an interesting mix of people, including students from Africa who decided to go to college in Russia. We soon arrived in Dubai and I made the trek from the remote terminal used by Flydubai to my connecting gate in the main terminal. When boarding began I was given a final and very pleasant surprise. I had been bumped from economy all the way to first class on my Emirates flight to Chicago. This. Was. Awesome. Except that it has ruined air travel for me for all time, as I will never be willing to pay for this. I could climb another mountain for the price differential, and I will make that choice every time. The flight home was relaxing, as I was actually able to lie down. I felt rather beat up, and my illness still hadn’t begun to abate despite the antibiotics, but some good food and wine helped me to sleep. In the end, it took a few more weeks before I began to feel healthy again. Arriving in Chicago, I made my way to immigration control and had a new perspective on the process here. I didn’t even mind the line for once.
This was a thoroughly enjoyable trip, with absolutely no complaints, which is something that I have never experienced previously in my travels. That being the case, I have no choice but to recommend this trip with my highest regards. There are, of course, a few small difficulties, which is normal. Most of these involve money. Russia still has, at the time of this writing, sanctions on it. They don’t look likely to be lifted soon. You can’t wire money there, but TransferWise is supposed to work, since money doesn’t actually cross borders. You add money to a pool in the US and withdraw it from existing pools in other countries they operate in. The fees are quite reasonable. I should mention that I had no problems carrying several thousand dollars in cash into the country. There are a lot of stories out there of travelers being extorted at the airport, but this didn’t happen to me, despite my problems with security. Also, I had no problems with ATMs in Pyatigorsk. The Google Translate app allowed me to point my phone at the ATM screen and see decent live translations of the options presented there. Russian ATMs do, however, have lower transaction limits than those here in the US - probably a means of collecting more in fees.
For once, I find that I have both a reason and a desire to return to a mountain which I have just successfully climbed. The reason is that the NW face of Elbrus that I came to Russia to climb is still unknown to me, as is the eastern side of the mountain. Trying to do a west to east route would check off both boxes - up the NW face to the Western Summit, down to the saddle, up to the Eastern Summit and then down the wild east side. This definitely seems interesting enough to cause me to revisit this mountain while others on my list still remain unclimbed. I would also consider a ¾ circumnavigation of the mountain, with the same starting point. This would be a trek from the NW, moving in a clockwise direction and ending in Terskol. The desire to return comes from the simple fact that I had a damn good time on this trip. I like Pyatigorsk and want to see more of it. The drive to the west of the mountain and the drive back to the east of it are both nice, and I think that it would definitely be worth spending a few days around the villages on the west side, if it could be arranged. The whole area around the mountain (except the standard route on the south) is beautiful, offering a lot of great terrain to explore and trek in, with challenging rock walls and seldom climbed peaks (at least by non-Russians) to test yourself on if that is your thing. If and when I do make it back to Elbrus, I definitely intend to reach out to Aleks to see if he is available. He has a fantastic knowledge of the mountain and the surrounding region. I'm sure that he could facilitate any adventure I am able to dream up.
I welcome all questions and polite criticism that readers of this report may have. I would love to learn more from others who have been to the area, correct my misperceptions and false memories, and help fellow travelers hoping to explore near to where I have been. Please provide correct info if you have knowledge which can make this report more accurate or more helpful to others in a revised version. All well-meaning comments are appreciated.
I used several images that I found online in the creation of this trip report. If any of them belong to you, and you wish them to be removed, just contact me and I will take them down. Thank you to Aleks and Andrei for providing many of the pictures from this trip.
I want to mention here a recurring sadness in my life. I believe that I have failed to inspire my loved ones to experience the indescribable joys that I have discovered. I want to share with everyone the amazing love and freedom, the absolute transcendence of everyday life, that I have experienced on adventures such as this, to my eternal benefit. It is a rare gift, in the history of the human race, to be able to choose to temporarily "shuffle off this mortal coil" at a time and place of our choosing, and to regain it at our whim. In exploring a space where beauty and pain are one, where life and death are at the whim of the moment-to-moment choice, we experience the hubris of imagining the mind of the Divine.
In is commonly said that in war, you form the strongest of bonds in an environment that can challenge your belief in God, that can cause you to doubt the power of love, and even question the value of life itself. In the toil and risk of true adventure, be it on land, sea or air, you form the same bonds, in an environment that strenghtens your connection to God, that enhances your belief in the power of love, and that unceasingly reinforces the value of life. It is a continuing wonder to me that this can be done in as little as a week, without injury or sickness, and that the whole of humanity isn't lining up to take part.
I have spent hundreds of days alone, where being alone is deeply painful, so that I can spend a handful of days alone, where being alone is sublime, where it puts you in touch with that which is eternal, and gives you the merest glimpse of what man could have been without The Fall. In such places there are no tribes, no nations, no enemies. Every man and woman is your brother or sister. I have put my life on the line for yours, and you for mine, even if we have never met before and don't speak each other's languages. We are all children in a Garden of Eden produced by mutual struggle and shared joy. This is the only place that I have found where there is no fear of your fellow man.
The spirit of adventure is the desire to test yourself against the unknown at the same time as you embrace it, to seek to a greater knowledge of both yourself and the world around you, risk be damned. It is the choice to gamble your very existance, at times, in the pursuit of setting yourself as a contestant in a fight in which you will not know your adversary until after the bell of combat has been rung. It is an all-or-nothing struggle that you enter in the hope that, should you survive, you will finally have a window to look through in the search to understand who you truly are and how you fit into a universe full of wonders.
If we fail to embrace all that we have been made capable of, we show little difference from a child of parents "of means" who makes and desires nothing of him or herself. We are then nothing more than an object lesson on wasted opportunity and ungratefulness.
If your spirit is free and brave, you will hear the call. If your mind and body are strong and disciplined, you will be able to answer the call.
It is my belief that it is a crime against our Creator to allow ourselves to give up our sense of wonder in the world around us, no matter the reason.
Restaurants and Bars
Both Wood Bar and Tesla are located on the west side of Prospekt 40 Let Oktyabrya, which is a N-S road one block west of the larger N-S artery Prospekt Kalinina. If my memory serves, there is a pedestrian underpass on Prospekt Kalinina located on the south side of Ulitsa Kozlova, the E-W street which passes between the blocks where Tesla and Wood Bar are located. If it is not that intersection, than it is within a block or so either way. The underpass is lighted and felt safe at night.
American Bar (also called Ambar) - American Bar is located SW of the Inturist in the same area as the Lower Market, the restaurant Kolkhida, and the sporting goods store Equipment Center “Primus”. It was nearly empty when I stopped by briefly one evening, but it looks like it would be a great party bar on a busy night.
Zlato Bar - Zlato Bar is a cozy basement-level bar with outside dining, located a block west and a block north of the Inturist on the NW corner of Ulitsa Mira and Ulitsa Kraynego. This might be a fun bar during televised sporting events. I did not try the food. I believe they had some craft beer.
Grocery - There is a grocery store (one of the Magnit chain, I think) in the Lower Market - a small enclosed mall only about 2-3 blocks to the southwest of the hotel, near American Bar and Kolkhida, where I repeatedly went to buy food and drinks. There is also the Upper Market - a large traditional (but partially modernizing) market - three blocks to the northwest of the hotel.
Sporting Goods - While there are sporting goods stores all over Pyatigorsk, most tourists won’t have access to a car. Therefore I will recommend two. 1. Equipment Center “Primus” - This store is a quick walk from the Inturist. It is located just west of American Bar on the opposite side of the same street. This is a smaller store, but it has an adequate supply of climbing gear should you find that you left something at home. 2. Ekvator Pro - This store is not walking distance, but it is close to the Inturist as you approach by taxi from the airport on the main N-S road Prospekt Kalinina. This is where you should go if the airline lost one of your bags and you have the money to replace everything. They are very well stocked with climbing gear in name brands that Americans are familiar with such as The North Face, Arc’teryx, Outdoor Research and La Sportiva. I recommend doing a quick Google search of both establishments prior to leaving for Pyatigorsk. Copy down addresses and phone numbers, or print a map with the stores marked on it. That way you can give the necessary info to a taxi driver should you need to make an emergency visit. Bonus - a Google image search of either store will yield a good virtual tour of the store, allowing you to see the products actually on their racks.
Pharmacy - There are two nearby pharmacies. Both are over by American Bar and Equipment Center “Primus”. One is Pharmacy Low Prices. This is located immediately east of the Central City Library near the SW corner of Lenin Square. The other, at which I purchased bandages for my leg, is Social Pharmacy. If you start at the intersection west of American Bar, turn south and it will be a half of a block down the street on your right/west. The N-S street is Ulitsa Kraynego.