GORNOALTAYSK

Later in the town which seems to have only one street and the center located all around it (the impression pretty much every new small town gives us) we are shopping for the stuff we need for the planned Belukha climb. By the way, it’s impossible to buy a woolen cap here; they all say “it’s not the season yet”. Already after three days we have spent in Altay, it is clear that we can forget about Kazakh hospitality, too. Most of the staff are unkind and moody; for instance, a waitress in a café we stopped by for a dinner, informed us at the doorstep that we better think twice ‘cause we’ll have to wait for at least an hour. They are not very talkative either. In the evening we decide to take a look at a show called DJ Parade next to the Aya Lake. Allegedly, the best European DJ’s have arrived. The entrance is 1, 000 rubles (about 30 EUR), however, the danceground is about 10×10 meters large. There is some high youth jumping around the stage, some thirty people. Doesn’t seem to be a good plan to attend this show, so we just walk by and successfully: we find a hip bar with bartenders from Barnaul just few kilometers away.