When I was younger, my class and I went to Arshan. It was a great idea, because sometimes it's worth getting out of the grey bustle of everyday work and going on adventures, especially with such a fun company. We arrived by a school bus, ate in a cafe, walked around the market. Also, before that, we managed to look into the local old school, look at the exhibits and the ancient gramophone. No signs of trouble... Then we decided to take a walk around Arshan. Greeted the mountain goat, bought ice cream. Walking through the market, I bought magnets, someone bought knives. After that we decided to go to the waterfall. The road was long, strange, sometimes confusing. Finally, we got to it.

 We took photos, looked at the local spider, and enjoyed the fresh aroma of clean water. But it was necessary to return back. Since the road was forked, we went the wrong way, turned the wrong way. After walking a few hundred meters, we looked to the right. Far below we saw a market and a lot of people. This meant that we seriously deviated from the route and went up on the hill. There was nothing to do, it took a very long time to return. We decided to descend directly: to run along the side of the mountain, grabbing the trees. It was difficult and dangerous, but finally descended. Then we, as if nothing had happened, laughed at this situation and went to eat chebureki...