Hello all, I write in Italian 'cause I is more' easy to tell emotions and feelings that this journey is taking me. Many things have happened since the last post from Minsk, Russia and the great mother did not give us more connections up there.
Well, last night we arrived on the shores of Baikal, and we have wet boots in its cold waters. 8700 km from home, asphalt / gravel / holes to more 'can not, moments of elation, but also moments of total Scazzi, nights in the most' diverse, driven in torrential rain and scorching sun, rode the bike into the steppe with sunset behind burning .... we did it!
But let the record of the trip.
Leaving Minsk Belarusian bikers and friends we head toward Moscow. The road and 'simple, straight across. Some problems at the border (there frontiara between Belarus and Russia) 'cause no one stamps your passport and there is some suspicion. After many questions, no answers and a few phone calls we decided to go ahead anyway. We arrived very late in Moscow, and called saskha of local bikers who are hosting us in a beautiful cottage at 40 km from the center. I reach over, Sylvia reach by taxi in the city '.
The next day you turn the city ', Vierne Sylvia. Reached by train, we provide local bikers helmet and jacket and go to sylvia at a time of great cities'. It 'Sunday, no traffic, so it moves pretty well. Stages forced the pinch "local, the Red Square, the university ', then the hostel for registration, lunch, and it 'already' evening. Greetings and kisses, exchanging phones and mail, and then off again to the east.
It 's late and then do a few miles. In Vladimir we are guests of Saskha and his wife, a local biker who took us in his wonderful Dacia in the hills. It almost seems to be in a hut with us. Fantastic! We eat from god and we also banja, a kind of turkish bath typical of Russia. Escapes anehe a nice drink ... After a refreshing night's sleep
sharing, visiting Vladimir (very beautiful) and then with Saskha way to Kazan. The road and 'decent, but' only ever straight (much coffee '). A kazan vinene we encounter a biker with a local off-road worthy of the most 'noble rapper American immense and all chrome! He takes us to a hotel safe and tells us that the city 'and' governed by local bands and not 'very safe turn. Well, then we rest and do a little 'maintenance bike.
Directorate UFA, we start with the sun (water yesterday abbondanmte) de usual straight road. The landscape flows fast and slow at the same time that never seems to end. Fields of fields of dwarf birch, hills, downs, curves and few decent roads, with some huge holes here and there that 'spreads the street (very dangerous). We arrived late, and even here is to pick someone (usually pickup a 6 meter all chrome). He takes us to the company (I think he has a construction company). We have dinner and we settle in the gym in the offices. During dinner, surprise: Andrej decide that the bikers are too. He has a BMW 650 GS Dakar and will be very nice 'with that. The group is expanding. Andrej and 'a big man, we discover that even well-placed to be a former colonel in the Red Army Special Forces, a kind of super-marine .... obviously gives us great confidence to have him with us. Not just the big sleep in the morning and we're ready. Kurgan direction.
Finally, the landscape changes, the mountains begin, approach the Urals and the gap that will open 'the gates of Asia. Hump, road full of holes but fun. The bikes are good but gas begins to be a little 'low octane and Mukka knocks if the throttle .... patience, slow down a bit '. A qusi 5000 km from home cross the imaginary border between Europe and Asia. Open wide the doors ahead of Siberia and we are all visibly excited ....
ok guys, the internet and our time 'ended. I hope to have more soon. We have to arrange the return and the clock is ticking.
soon, greetings from Irkutsk.
Fab
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