28 May 2016
Sorry for the break in keeping you up-to-date. I had some difficulties to transfer my pix from my iPhone to the MacBook. This morning (6 June) I was able to do so. Good bless computers … On top of this dilemma I ‘lost’, ahemm … actually forgot to take my powercable for the MacBook at Lake Baikal. I know, it’s age-related. So I had to serach for a replacement, but more about this later.
Thanks for sticking with me! it is great to get your comments and it makes me feel connected.
Chita calls me for a rest. Over 600 clicks is almost too much for me.
It almost feels as if one hurries from destination to destination, and meandering or curiosity come short. This will proof true in the following days (well, I am writing these lines days after the actual events, whenever I have time and energy to ‘record’ my thoughts. Allow me therefore to ‘time-hop’ a little.)
We arrive in Chita with no booked accommodation, well I thought we had … After such a long distance, arriving in a busy town tired, sweaty and looking to lay the head down – all I want is some comfort: a hot shower, soft bed, a loo. No sooner have we stopped – looking alien & lost – several people approach and offer help. The issue is to find a hotel where we can park the bikes securely, a locked gate or garage or similar is what we want. However this info is not obtainable from bookings.com. One of our rescuers called a friend who happens to be one-of-five bikers in Chita. Tsyren Nordopov rolls up not even 10 minutes later with another bike-mate and three minutes later offers to stay at his place! However, I have “taken initiative” and booked the first hotel appearing in the app which seems to be a large hotel. Guess they ought to have safe parking(they did!). Tsyren guides us there and later we ride to a Buddhist temple for some Buryat-type food, Buuzy, as he considers himself a Buryat. Buuzy is a meat wrapped in its sauce in a pastry-like round shell. You pick it up with your fingers, carefully bite a little hole in it, suck out the juice and then add some spicy sauce or soy. Three of them and I am full.
My rest-day is used for doing blog-catch up tasks. Weather is not friendly, at one stage even some light hail-cum-snow. Despite Tsyren has taken us to his ‘bike-room’, where we meet other bikers, all friendly, welcoming and certainly NOT fitting a bikie-image many of us hold in Australia.
Good people, helpful, instantly hospitable and we share lots of laughter caused by our limited language congruency. (Gee – THAT is a hell of a word typed late at night).
The remainder of the day is spent by checking out several bike shops, so my travel partner Mario can get some under-gloves. He ain’t got a grip-heating on his bike … Yeah, should ride a beemer ;-))