Kekemeren Valley

After Suusamyr the road was still bad and tricky, switching sides every now and than, to avoid the wavelets. The first village I cycle through was Kojomkul.
Nobody around, few voices of kids playing, one distant truck turning left on a side road, abandoned houses, or never finished constructions, curios dogs, wavelets, broken road, old rusty skeletons of some soviet machinery. There is beauty in desolation.

Suusamyr

Once I’ve reached Suusamyr at 2100 meters, I’ve decided to spend two nights to rest and refill my body energies.

The road down from my last campsite, was not that easy, even if it was compacted soil with stones and holes, something much worse was in the road, small wavelets created by tractors and trucks, when you ride over those wavelets even with 3 inches tires, I could feel my jaws shaking violently in a non stopping ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta......, this is the worst I can think off that you could impose to the bicycle and trailer and racks, everything shakes so fast and violently that you can really mess your gear up for good.

Little camp site

Down the Susamyr Valley, was a display of beauty, no tourists insight (since few days already), just the usual broken road and few small rivers to cross. Shepherds, animals, yurts, white cottons in the sky. All, except what above, was flowing on the green carpet of life, munching, running, traveling, day dreaming.

Eldos

The way down from Karakol Ashuu mountain pass, was miserable, cold, tired, wet, and really hungry... And a steep rocky downhill to shake my body up. ...Rain, cold rain started drop by drop, wind was pushing me left, violently.
Weather on more than 3000 meters altitude it’s no joke.