Woke dreading breakfast ... I was still stuffed as the pizza had not yet worked its way through.
So suited and booted, we followed Alan to the "only" fuel station he had spotted the day before ... which after going round in circles for 15 minutes, he admitted he could not remember where it was. I asked why he didn't way-point it on his Garmin ... "
what's a way-point?" was the reply !
Now we had lost Jeremy too, but using a well rehearsed plan ... we simply fell back on the "everyone for himself" routine ! Me & Alan eventually found a fuel station, then another, then another, and two more on the road out of Naryn that we should have taken in the first place. Bloody rumours again !
Heading out, the first 5 km looked like a farm track, and we were dreading another 150km of this .... then it just changed suddenly, to a race track! Why they started 5km outside of town beats me, but this sort of planning is becoming the norm the more I ride in Asia.
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| And then there was this Muppet ... guess he fell asleep ! |
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| We then turn off towards our camp site. |
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| This is the actual caravanserai called Tash Rabat, which gives the area its name. |
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| Quite scenic, but was a lot colder than the sunshine makes it look. |
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| Well signposted, at least. |
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| Looks desolate. |
