Day 113 Nukus Karakalpakistan
There need to be some perks to these 04.45 alarms to beat the heat. (Andy has been heading out at 5am to get 100km's by miday so then to get out of the sun)
At the end of my first full day riding in Uzbekistan, I have never been so happy to join a queue of guys washing with a hosepipe. It was a straight 140km ride between towns without a single building or feature on the landscape to distract from the intense desert heat and head wind.
After a morale boosting chat with an Italian hitchiker I set off again only to find I had sheared a bolt supporting my rear rack under the load of the additional water I have been carrying. Attempts to repair it road side were futile and the as the road had again deteriorated I didn't want to risk further damage. After some waving down a car and some negotiating I had a ride to the nearest town and managed to drill out the offending bolt the next morning.
A ship in a very dry dock at the town of Moynaq, Karakalpakistan. Unbelievably this town was on the coast of the Aral Sea only 50 years ago and once had a thriving fishing industry. The Aral has no retreated over 150km and shrunk dramatically leaving only a graveyard of former fishing boats on the outskirts of town.
There need to be some perks to these 04.45 alarms to beat the heat. (Andy has been heading out at 5am to get 100km's by miday so then to get out of the sun)
At the end of my first full day riding in Uzbekistan, I have never been so happy to join a queue of guys washing with a hosepipe. It was a straight 140km ride between towns without a single building or feature on the landscape to distract from the intense desert heat and head wind.
After a morale boosting chat with an Italian hitchiker I set off again only to find I had sheared a bolt supporting my rear rack under the load of the additional water I have been carrying. Attempts to repair it road side were futile and the as the road had again deteriorated I didn't want to risk further damage. After some waving down a car and some negotiating I had a ride to the nearest town and managed to drill out the offending bolt the next morning.
A ship in a very dry dock at the town of Moynaq, Karakalpakistan. Unbelievably this town was on the coast of the Aral Sea only 50 years ago and once had a thriving fishing industry. The Aral has no retreated over 150km and shrunk dramatically leaving only a graveyard of former fishing boats on the outskirts of town.