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Let me introduce myself. I'm a half-korean russian girl. It's my sweet seventeen and like any self-respecting teenage girl with a hormonal surge, I fell in love without a response. It was critically painful and extremely disappointing. I looked as if in my free time I was moonlighting as a rug at the entrance, a rug on which everyone would get their feet wiped. This lyrical digression is here to make it clear why with almost no money and absolutely no experience traveling without parents, I agreed to a two-week stay in a tent camp with an expedition of archaeologists a thousand kilometers away from my home. I wanted to feel like I was the lyrical hero of the song "Forever Young" - Youth group - to feel the ease of being, freedom from time frames and attachments. And, believe me, a society of strangers keen on excavating century-old artifacts and inaccessible mountain peaks gives you such an opportunity. Every morning the rays of the sun staged a race in which the first will receive the honorable right to wake you up. In the afternoon, the southern sea glowed from the inside and shimmered with all shades of blue, from azure to pale cornflower blue, and in the late evening it changed its coloring to the color of blueberry yogurt. In those fourteen days I almost forgot words like “internet,” “social networks,” and “stable connection.” To occasionally make a call and tell my mother that I was still alive, I had to climb mountain Ayu-Dag. And I liked the damn thing that as a gift for a telephone conversation I got a unique feeling of freedom and love. Just imagine. The sea sways below. Today is the very day when the boundary between water and sky is erased, turning the horizon into that infinite which resonates with pleasant longing in the heart of every person who loves life. The mountain air and the proximity of the sea make you drunk with happiness. You look and understand that you live. You understand that happiness is the moment that takes place here and now, at any second of an ever-lasting life. I don’t know what helped - the sea air, indecently tasty local dolma or long conversations, accompanied by a crash of dancing flames, but this leap into the unknown has healed me. That spring smelled like hope and it truly gave it to me. I realized that there are mountains that cannot be overcome, but each mountain is surely followed by a sunny valley or a sea boiling with sincere life.