This hike started before dawn and finished not after dusk but in the middle of the night. It was because we overcame about 34 km this day. Our way laid along the rough mountain river Koksu to the place called The Crack. Weather was beautiful – sunny and not too hot. Spring, first leaves.. I have no words to describe)

The river is amazing. Sometimes it quiet like slipping baby but in most cases it like galloping mare. Turk languages have one word meaning green and blue colors – it’s Kok. And Koksu shows itself in all palette from green to blue.

A path is different. Sometimes it’s good road but occasionally it becomes narrow thread along the cliff. Beware – it’s real challenge!