Bus ran Gagra, towns and villages, nearly joined with it into one and svernul left, in the valley of the river Bzyb. At first it looks like the valley of the Mzymta river, but then the mountains on the sides of the river become higher and higher, the shear cliffs high above his head.
The first stop along the way — at demonstration apiary.
Here the valley of the Mzymta and Bzyb river still can be confused.
The second time the bus stopped near a small souvenir market, which is facing a cliff. She’s not looming over the market, and over tiny, like a fragment of stained glass, Blue Lake Azibiza.
His water seems opaque, dull, fantastic colors contrasting with white sheer walls of the mountains China on it and the green of bushes around, but if you get her in the palm of your hand, it turns out that it is transparent and clean.
This water, once in the Bzyb, it seems, still carries a bit of its mysterious turquoise color, and then dissolves into the grey waters of the river without a trace.
Valley in these parts turns into a long series of gorges along the bottom, sometimes crossing the river bridges, road.
Gorges replace each other, becoming deeper, all skalistie and all the more stunning.
First — the Bzyb.