ADVENTURE

The Satan’s Bridge

Have you ever seen Satan’s creation? We have… But about everything in turn.

It was hardly 7 am when I and my friend Tomasz woke up in our temporary Yerevan apartment. We had decided to continue our journey to the south of Armenia.

I and my companion are medical doctors. But whenever we aren’t practicing medicine in our home town Lublin, we go traveling. We just love it.

If your idea of traveling is staying at luxury hotels, taking car rides and shopping for expensive souvenirs, this story is not for you.

MY HEART IS IN THE HIGHLANDS

A JOURNEY TO KHUSTUP

There was a commotion in the evening. I felt ill at ease too. I was trying to show I had known everything in advance, but… But the last time I was on top of Khustum was… well, I don’t remember, I think it was in the late eighties.

It was still a predawn hour. I opened my eyes five minutes before the alarm clock went off. I disarmed the alarm clock. When I and my wife Anna went out to the balcony, the sky began to lighten up from the left. “Good,” I thought. “There is not a single cloud, it’ll be difficult to climb in the sun. But Khustup will be open and the target will always be before our eyes.”

The “target” was Mount Khustup, a two-head handsome giant standing 3,214 meters high. When you look at it from distance your first desire is to appear on its slope or at its foot. “I want Khustup,” my father’s friend exclaimed years ago when he came to our home (our summer cottage is right at the foot of Khustup, in the village of Vachagan). But overcoming a 13-kilometer way is not an easy thing to do.