It seems we too are growing older. Slowly, body and soul alike sometimes long to rest in the embrace of…

It seems we too are growing older. Slowly, body and soul alike sometimes long to rest in the embrace of stillness. They want conversations without strife and claims. Otherwise the burdens, visible and invisible, known and unknown, weigh heavily on this frail body, on this lonely soul. The mind that wants to guide others tastes the hardship of setting its own ego on the right path. At such moments a journey into nature turns out to be beneficial. It turns out this is not a matter of reason, but a need that arises by itself. We had climbed mountains before as well, but it turns out the hardships of a journey pass easily with a guide. Our acquaintance and younger brother Usmonjon was our guide on the trip organized by @hamrohtrip. We went to Chukurak, the Baltav (Boltog) waterfall, Obi Rahmat and the Baltav cave. We walked on foot all day long. The sun and the wind, the shadows of the clouds and the rocks of the mountains were our companions. By the way, Baltav, in my opinion, is the original name. The Russians adapted it for themselves as Paltau. It would be good to drop the Russian pronunciation and say Baltav — and Allah knows best.

Akrom MALIK