Crimean safari

At the height of summer, the middle ridge of the Crimean mountains turns into a visiting branch of the African savannah. Well, a trip through this area (cave cities and others like them) cannot be called anything other than a Crimean safari. Among the tall grass scorched by the sun, a group of tourists crawls exhaustedly behind an imperturbable guide, clearly posing as black slave porters. The sun beats down mercilessly on their heads, and when the porters begin to see lion scruffs behind every bush, they have to take a break in the liquid shade of low-growing thorny trees. The guide quietly pours something into a flask of water and after a few sips, life returns to the thoroughly fried bodies