On a freezing morning, I drew back the curtains and was dazzled by the golden sunrise over the Kazbek mountains [facepalm]. Being able to lie warmly in bed watching the Holy Trinity Church in Kazbekistan slowly light up from its silhouette was such a blissful experience!
After breakfast, we set off from Stepanciminda town. The off-road vehicle drove for about 20 minutes on a gravel road to the parking spot at the foot of the church. Further up was a hiking trail; the wind howled down from the snow-capped mountains, making us bundle up in our coats.
The Holy Trinity Church stood there all alone on a grassy slope at an altitude of over 2,000 meters. Small, made of stone, without elaborate carvings or a glittering golden dome. In a city, it would probably just be an unremarkable old church, easily explored in a few minutes.
But it was situated on this mountain. Behind it rose the perpetually snow-capped peaks of Kazbekistan, and below, wild grass, gravel, and layered ridges. In the distance, the town in the valley looked like tiny building blocks. Clouds rolled in from the mountainside, sometimes hiding the snow-capped peaks, sometimes revealing them. There were no railings, no interpretive signs; the wind was the only sound.
After visiting the church, we returned to town and chose what was probably the best hotel in town, Rooms, for lunch—a panoramic view with the church and snow-capped mountains standing neatly in front of the window, which was why we had booked well in advance.
However, the service was surprisingly poor. During the reservation verification, there wasn't a single smile; in fact, it was cold and indifferent. For a hotel of this standard, there was absolutely no sense of service. After a simple "find a seat," no one paid any attention to us. When we asked the waitress for the menu, the girl taking our order had a sour face, seemingly unhappy about something.
The food was mediocre at best, poorly presented, just like what you'd get at a street stall. But we came here mainly for the view—sitting at the table, our eyes were immediately drawn to the small church nestled at the foot of the snow-capped peak.
On my way down the mountain, I left my lunch behind, taking only the tranquility of the church standing side by side with the mountain. The scenery didn't disappoint, and that was enough.