Bumps & Bruises
The 132km section today can be best described as pure riding bliss - despite the bumps, the potholes, the dogs, the headwinds and a couple of biking accidents. The day was short, speedy and flat and our sweet little border campsite (we are less than 10km form the Tajik border) comes complete with day beds, a spring that spurts heavenly cold water, cold drinks and shady trees. Who could complain about a biking day when it ends like this? People waved at us all day, cars honked their horns, the roads were fairly kind, the hills just mere bumps, the sun was refreshing, the scenery enjoyable, the dogs, well, they are always around, the rider meeting was full of information about our border crossings and, once again, we were treated a delicious meal to finish the day off! Our two 'patients' are both minus some skin and a wee bit banged up and bruised but will live to ride another day. Everyone spent the afternoon washing, eating, sleeping writing in journals, resting and hanging out. Two words...heaven and paradise!
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Posted September 16, 2007 by Field Writer
Uzbekistan |
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