We live as long as we fly
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We walked and walked, and finally arrived at the Monastery of the Holy Great Martyr Theodore Stratelates. Which suits us just fine, because we're sort of great martyrs ourselves — trekking through the mountains on foot and dragging our bikes along. I hope Theodore didn't suffer too much with his bike, considering he probably didn't even have a gear shifter.
The next day we grabbed our feet in our hands, or rather our bikes in our teeth, and rolled off wherever the GPS was looking, namely somewhere in the area of the Belbek river and the villages of Maloye Sadovoye, Bolshoye Sadovoye, and Tankovoye. We were hoping to find a cave city there, but for some reason we found a monastery in the rocks. But first things first.