The days between our entry to Russia and arrival in Moscow not many things happens worth writing about. We made over 160km on one day and broke our tour record with this, slept in pine tree forrests and and had perfect cycling-weather with wind from the back, besides one totally rainy day, where everything got wet and we hated Russia for its vast and wide landscape where nowhere a piece of blue sky could be seen. A depressing view.
But lets get to the nice parts. The roads are catastrophic. Ahm, sorry , the nice parts in deed:
Camping in the wild is respected an tolerated all over the way to moscow. There are farmers sitting along the roads selling their honey, dried and smoked fish and dried pears. Ahm. Sorry, I believed it was dried pears, but it was dried balls from any kind of farm animals. Poor animals. Paul rescued me from trying them and the farmers women laughed out loud as I explained my mistaking.
We bought some dry fish instead, which against our previous idea about it, is an delicious and satisfying “snack on the road”.
Have a break, have a dry fish.
Yesterday we started our day by being stopped by the police. We though they might wanna see our visas and I walked up to them to say hello. The conversation went like this.
I: priviet, klaschileniu, Ja ne goveriu po russki.(which should mean: hello, sorry I don’t speak Russian)
They: priviet, English better? How are you
I: I am fine, and you?
They: Fine, yes ( he looks at the other one which says: fine thanks) Where you come from?
I: Berlin, by bike.
They: wow( laughing something in Russian). Where do you go?
I: Shanghai, China, by bike.
They: MOTHERFUCKER.
I was quite astonished to hear this words from a policeman. They wished us good luck and drove of. . They didn’t even control us. They only came to say “Hello”.
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