Dagli Urali al Bajkal Ciao Ragazzi,
ecco poco alla volta il resoconto del viaggio. Ripartiamo dagli Urali e dall'emozione di questa terra di confine.
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After a quick look at souvenirs and the temptation to buy a knife on a stand (readily deterred by Andrej on the quality of merchandise, and that our understanding has pulled out his machete from 30 cm with a fabulous temperament), you again. Adrenaline and 'the stars, we load more than ever. The general (it ', and I have nicknamed Andrej ale "general", it seemed to fit well) took command of the group and goes down' to the winding, so to speak, the streets of the Urals. Unfortunately after a few hundreds of kilometers covered by the steppe, flat more 'than ever, and immersed in the fields of dwarf birch. For a supply Hannes meet again, the truck driver Finnish traveling alone on a GS Adventure towards Mongolia. As we make the same street is queued to the group expands. General addocchia a motel in the evening "safe" near Kurgan and decides to make camp. The motel 'so that safe and' full of truck drivers and pretty girls in skimpy clothes to settle peacefully in the corner of a bar ... who knows' that will ... mah? Dinner fleeting and sprayed plenty of beer, and we together with Hannes evening. Sashka in and change the rear brake pads yamaha olia and the general duty to the chain (W drive shaft). Then to bed in the morning wake up at dawn that awaits Baikal.
3/6/10
The landscape rushes under the wheels of the bike. Whole forests were flying and running away as the road seems a huge line that cuts through the dark horizon. Ups and downs of the hills (this is where they come from a roller coaster) interspersed with open plains pamper us dangerously throughout the day. In the evening the general cleverly solves the problem of finding accommodation usually safe motel near Omsk. Again the kingdom of truckers but accompanied by very nice guards drunk. They are former soldiers of the Red Army, probably be forced to change jobs, with wonderful family (they show us the pictures) and share experiences from our military (KFOR). I am happy to exchange a few words with us and labored in a few photos and a few jokes we can escape the fateful (fatal) evening of vodka that we envisage. Same old same old dinner and beer. Now we are settling. Our hut and 'comfortable enough and it was not that Russian Ale would be perfect. Never mind, I turn away.
4/6/10
Even today starting at dawn. Sashka want to do a service to the bike and have a bikers meeting in Novosibirsk that "pay" the garage and all the necessities. Disappear gradually dwarf birch forests to give way to steppe, studded here and there 'by countless lakes (or rather breeding of mosquitoes as I call them and wings). It seemed too good but the afternoon it starts to rain, torrential at times, and proceed with caution in Siberian traffic. The asphalt becomes slimy and soon the tension and 'very high. Suddenly Sashka who has a jolt ahead of me and do not understand as well but lost the front and the bike is skewing the street and falls. We are 90 and you make a good 100 meters of slip. I take a scary fright but I can Mukka stop and block traffic behind me. The general is the same. Meanwhile, the bike crossing the road and stopped in the oncoming lane, but fortunately Sashka remains on the run. She gets up immediately, much fear but no broken bones (except the rain suit). The yamaha is fine, just bent the gear lever that readily settle. Ale and 'forward and knows nothing. engaged in a pass and did not see anything and 'made at least 30 km. We try to leave but Sashka's bike will not start. We try to push but nothing. Flooded? we hope. Meanwhile we are stuck. Sashka called the boy in Novosibirsk, Mikhail, who promptly joins us. Together try again to turn the yamaha that magically shows signs of life again. Meanwhile, I contacted Ale that turns and comes to us as we are returning to Novosibirsk. Once in novosibirk unload the luggage at the home of Mikhail, then we bring the bikes in his garage and Sashka is to it right away. You see that and 'still full of adrenaline and we let him work. Me and Ale we settle into the car of Mikhail and try to get some sleep '.... we are a bit 'wet and we would gladly a nice hot shower, but we are at the mercy' of Sashka and we have to wait. We also wash your bike in a nearby car wash (it was a bit 'filthy) and do the checking ritual (tightening bolts, tires, general inspection, etc.).. Finally we go. At home waiting for us to Mikhail Marina, his wife, who has prepared us a delicious dinner. During dinner, the Al points out that Marina and 'an Italian name but she immediately replies that and' greek and immediately suppresses it, well, these Russian women ... and who then discover 'in pregnant and attach all of the pregnancy hormone . Mikhail in our honor break 'em a bottle of Chinese liquor we drink greedily. What a day, road, rain, the danger always around the corner and the voltage to the stars. Accomplice in the liquor are cooked right and go to sleep, tired but happy. Mother Russia is giving us just as we expected and we can abandon ourselves into his arms.
5/6/10
leave the garage accompanied by Mikhail, who with his BMW F 650 takes us outside the city '. The greetings are always a bit 'sad and we go with a head full of thoughts and heart a little more' tight because someone new has taken its place. Travel and 'a bit' too, take the road that gives you 'and jealously guard it in your heart.
The landscape seems to be the same as yesterday, endless plains of the steppe and lakes, interspersed with an occasional hill that nice cradle latch. A few drops of rain, a memorable lunch of pizza and sashliki (the superb barbecue Russian), and then off, riding in the desert. We then also the chance to admire the most 'beautiful rainbow ever seen. A perfect arc of 180 degrees is silhouetted in front of us and we can not help but be dumbfounded at him .... as 'perfect way' to make us real me want to go and touch. What a magnificent spectacle. Loads of these beauties still rely on, Krasnoyarsk and 'our goal. The road is 'but' very challenging. Holes bigger and bigger, bad asphalt and wet night that slowly goes down and brings with it very low temperatures. The general and Sashka are cold, we have to stop more 'times to retrieve them. Eventually we arrived late at night near the city '. The motel "safe" that are not 'definitely a 5 star, indeed, we could declassify at least a few stars. No water, so no shower and the room and 'a little' wild. Sashka and 'disgusted but we adapt ourselves in our sleeping bags. The adjacent bar 'and I anything but safe and very fast we drink the beer of the evening. At least the bikes are in place.
6/6/10
Departure at dawn, breakfast and go. We want to quickly leave this creepy motel and would aim to Irkutsk. If we can perhaps come tonight. The goal and 'close and enthusiasm back. Reappear in the woods of dwarf birch and get the dirt road. Mighty as we expected the first section has huge hole full of water that you never know how deep they will be. Proceed with caution, do not know how the bike will behave and we want to do some 'practice. But Mukka immediately feel at ease and so forth, third and fourth slalom between the holes. Fun and 'maximum. Sections are spaced at intervals of pure dirt perfectly paved. A few more years and everything will be 'paved, a real shame. KAMAZ overcome through the dust and we immerse ourselves totally in the street. Who knows' how will 'was to Italy 10 years ago, who knows' ... Fast-forward but inevitably slows us down dirt roads. We arrive in the evening that is already 'night just before Tulun. We find by chance a charming motel on the road, wooden structure, simple, square for the bikes. Price and ok, that's incredible, Banjo. ... Yeah! We settle, beer, and now in Banja. General before us. He seems to know what's what, in fact, it seems an expert in Banja. It also takes two bundles of dry branches of "beriosa" (birch), which carries with it the structure. We are preparing, we are a little 'practical, and then enter. General washed down with us from the inside of hot water on hot stones, and I can almost die. There will be 80 degrees. Sweat everything possible and then the surprise. The branches of birch dipped them in hot water brought in and now explains how to use them. Ale is a guinea pig. She lies face down on the bench (ouch ...) and General The ritual begins with the leaves of birch. Overall, a great feeling. The drops of hot water falling on the skin giving off more 'warmth that seems cavarti skin. Then you need to whip (so to speak) in that sleep and magically go away hours and hours of riding in the wilderness and we seem to be born again .... but how and 'we can not be anything like that? mah ... between a seat and chat happily with the other general, which explains the secrets and tricks of the banja. Exhausted but regenerated we go to dinner. more beer, breaded and fried potatoes ... that lust.
7/6/10
missing a few hundred kilometers to Irkutsk and head in a religious silence. The Netherlands the night before we met are already 'out. Kazakhstan and now have crossed the link to Mongolia. Many ideas are blending the head, and we look forward to going. The last km run fast. We arrived in Irkutsk in the afternoon and we stopped for the usual photos under the banner of the city '. We are in seventh heaven. We've really made, and the Baikal and 'only 90 km. We reach our local biker brings us to the workshop of the bikers. Sashka to do an oil change and the general has problems with a fork. It is 6 pm and the workshop closes. Sashka decide who goes to sleep by the biker and the next day service and the lake, but I aim to the lake and ale. The general 'agreement and they all go to the lake. The road never seems to end. Up and down endless hills and make us get the adrenaline through the roof. Now we see only the final corner which will open 'ports on the Baikal. To get thin, magical, indescribable. Unfolding before our eyes the great lake. As if by magic, the sun is setting and its latest lights make everything perfectly magical. Escapes even a tear. After 8842 km we did. We reached the goal. I never thought to review this lake after a ride like that 'intense, but life and' full of surprises and here I am, as excited as ever to see the ripples of the wind on this lake, the lake, which is now 'became our lake . Almost lost in this magic we head to the country in search of accommodation for the night. The general, as usual, is the right place. Lakefront and price. Then we settle on the beach. The water of the lake and 'cold, unthinkable without the bathroom wetsuit. We remain endless moments bewitched by the magic of the moment, accompanied only by the sound of waves breaking on the beach slow. We reached the goal and the excitement has completely emptied. We do not have the strength to think. They remain 'in silence, absorbed in deep contemplation, with the deep lake.
How far, how many people, so many emotions. All condensed at this time. I could touch the intensity 'of this moment I think I would burn ... The night
and cold. Dinner celebration, but now everything has no more 'importance. Here we are, out there 'the universe when we are trapped in this dream and' come true '.
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Great mother Russia, the entrance..... 
Sunset east of Moscow 
In the city of Vladimir 
A Detail of a church in Vladimir 
On the road.... 
Refuelling in a old-style petrol station..... 
... Arriving in the city of Kazan', 
Kazan' Kremlin 
Church Tower in the Kremlin 
Tower in the Kremlin 
Mosque in the Kremlin 
River crossing ... 
On the road... 
On the road... 
In Ufa, capital of the Autonomous Republic of Bashkortostan 
