Everyone pleases their own worm - a journey to the lake of the throat

Everyone pleases their own worm, and everyone's worm is different. My worm is called wandering in nature, and I have a worm that is too long, as practice shows. You have all had a moment when this worm grabs you and won't let go until it makes you do what you want. My worm's appetite was whetted, and I also ate "like a piglet". The wolf was played by the harsh nature and the "soldiers" of the Russian/Ossetian border control, and the piglet was your slave-submissive. The worm tickled me and I dared to do it too. I wanted to visit Lake Keli. Lake Keli is located on the volcanic plateau of Keli, where the so-called occupation border line passes. The lake itself is beyond the occupied border. After much thought and hoping that no one would bother to catch and eat me at an altitude of 3,000 meters above sea level, I decided to try my luck.

I drew the route on the map and made a plan: Mleta - Lake Keli - Keli volcanic plateau - Lake Kelitsadi - Truso Gorge .
• Day One: On the first day, I was supposed to walk through our “controlled” territory and camp near the so-called border line near the lakes;
• Day two: I had to cross the so-called border, see the lake, and continue my journey to the volcanic plateau of Keli, reach Lake Archvebi, where the so-called border is, and cross over to Lake Keli Tsadi ;
• Day three: From Kelitsadi - to Truso and then to Kobe.

"A man's heart is of iron, even if his armor is of wood" - I couldn't go completely unarmed, and I don't have a heart of iron either. I thought I'd ask for binoculars and scout from afar before I ventured into "uncontrolled" territory. I couldn't find binoculars in a short time, but an employee lent me a digital camera with a 55 - 250 lens. The camera was a camera and the lens did its job successfully.
I had to move quickly, so I packed only the necessary things in my backpack and sent my planned route to my friends just in case. I was traveling alone, so I was extra careful and cautious. Fear is a big deal.

I jumped into my blue jacket early in the morning and by 9 am I was already in Mleta and was getting ready. Retreating was out of the question and I set off. From Mleta, I first followed the valley, then took the path and followed the slopes. The weather was good, our “controlled” territory and I also followed the path slowly. Before my mobile phone catches up, I chat with my friends about my last location and call my “wife”. My wife is vacationing in Racha with a friend and only she knows that I am going on a hike. I told her that I was alone and going to Kelitsadi Lake , I did not give her any more details of the route. I tried to encourage her, but she said, “This is not my first time going alone.”

I walked a lot or a little, and I approached the so-called border. The mobile application and the recorded route told me to be more careful and walk a little further. I moved forward with increased caution and frequent checks of the horizon. I had to set up camp near three lakes. I found the nameless lakes (or I couldn't find their names) on Google Earth and had decided to camp there.

The setting sun made the lakes especially beautiful, and my happiness knew no bounds. I pitched my tent among the lakes and grabbed my camera.

I had a camp spread out between large lakes. I heard a man shouting and a dog barking in the distance. I guessed from the shouting that he was Georgian and that he was probably near the smallest lake. My camp is not visible from the small lake, so I didn't want to test my luck, maybe I was wrong and he wasn't Georgian, so I didn't go over to meet the man.

Enjoying the view, filled with the hope that the voice I heard was Georgian, I drifted off to sleep.

I got up early in the morning, got ready, and set off. I had very little water, and first I had to replenish my supplies. I soon found a stream and made my way to the now extinct volcano, from where I could look out over Lake Keli. The hike turned out to be much easier, I had to walk on an almost flat surface to the end of the gorge. I found a path, and the climb no longer seemed difficult. When I got to the volcano, I left my bag under cover, grabbed my equipment, and started climbing the volcano from the back. The poles did their job, and I climbed faster in the "4X4" mode.

The "border line" runs along the mountain range on the left. The brick-colored peak is an extinct volcano.

The lake exceeded my expectations, it turned out to be very beautiful and large. At that time, I had crossed the so-called border and before I could get busy capturing this beauty, I started to scout. There was no one around the lake and I was happy, I wanted to get closer to the lake. I noticed a hut on the left side of the lake and threw my wishes into the water, but I did not lose heart. There was no one outside the hut and, inspired by this, I began to immortalize the environment from the extinct volcano. When I finished shooting from all possible angles, I prepared for relaxation and ate the last apple, which I had carefully preserved, against the backdrop of a beautiful view.

Who would dare to enjoy the beauty in peace? Soon, I heard a dog barking in the distance. I gathered all my things, looked at the lake once more, and headed down to the bag. The route from the bag went deeper into the occupied territory. I looked at the distance to be covered, checked the topographic map in the application, and thought that if I could climb the mountain that would take me to the foot of the Kelis volcano, then I would feel relatively calm. The terrain looked relatively straight on the map, and in an hour and a half I would reach the Kelis volcano. Everything went like this; I soon reached the foot of the Kelis volcano, and when I looked back, I calmed down. No one would see me from the lake, and no one would bother me with climbing to the top. To the south of the Kelis volcano, I saw a very beautiful, nameless lake, which I think is the highest above sea level.

Soon I moved towards the Lake of the Arachves, returned to the territory we “controlled” and felt calmer. The road ahead was clear and I could breathe peacefully.

By crossing the gorge , I left my worries behind and settled down to enjoy the beauty of the gorge . It's a different feeling when you remember all this after the peace treaty and still enjoy the beauty of the gorge.

Now that I'm writing this, I'm thinking about why I went and I can't come up with a specific answer. There are many reasons. You can't appreciate what you haven't seen, and I wanted to see it and show others what places we've been to.