We left Moscow. The countryside is boring and the streets to good to call it an adventure. It’s more like riding down a highway with birch trees and brown fields on both sides, and probably nothing will change till the border of Kazakhstan, the next 1000 km. it’s the kind of landscape where you wonder: why not take a train.
At least the weather is perfect. And the people unbelievable friendly. I tried to buy potatoes yesterday at a street market but the man didn’t want to sell them to me, he gave them to us as a present instead. This little markets are full of amazing food. Driving by this delicious specialties is not easy, but eating all the time is not an option, we recognized that a fully stuffed stomach is not good for making sports.
Since we left Moscow we had perfect camping-places. The first night it was so windy that we had to ask for shelter in a little barn which belonged to a mine. As we started checking if the place was suitable for the night the owner, Vadim, asked us if we maybe would like to stay at his place, only 10km from here, because this place in his eyes was to shabby to stay a night. He obviously didn’t know the word for mouse so he explained to us:”you know Tom and Jerry? Jerry live here.
We were really tired and didn’t have much energy left to cycle 10 km back to we’re we came from, so we kindly rejected his offer an slept in the barn. We woke up early by the noise of mining workers, Vadim came by with a can of coffee and we silently sat in the sun and enjoyed each others company.
The next night we slept at a small riverside where a beaver had started doing his tree-killing and successfully build a damm. Smart little beasts. The whole night we were accompanied by a cute little dog, which we called pigdog because of his ears and nose looking more like a pig. He gave us the feeling someone is watching after us. In the morning he left with us and barked us goodby.
Now I sit in a little birchforrest (surprised?) on an empty water-canister, the first sun-rays in my face and birds singing sounds like from a gameboy, Paul wants to leave, so I have to finish.
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