.. wake up at dawn and continues in a northeasterly direction, a last look at the dunes and then away with the wind, after 40 km to do this Kurt was slow and stop the chain to pull it, let go of 6 vehicles in head and look Suke to the driving purpose, the tail of the convoy, and 'he who has all the luggage and gear. The operation After that takes half an hour 'immediately leave again to join the others after 25 km we have not reached yet, to avoid losing Suke we stop waiting, he knows the way but after half an hour of waiting does not appear on the horizon Suke. . four days later will come to know that she had taken a shortcut to the other. We wait another hour, but nothing, we decided to adopt the rule when you lose, you go back to last place was where we had been together or pulled the chain. Do the math, not notice having lost the first two hours (think of those in front and behind us to have us believe Suke front), two more hours to come and take mean that we should wait at least 4 hours. The sky is is leaden and after half an hour down a torrential downpour, we in pedi like two idiots who do not know where to take shelter .. wait until the evening but not even a passing vehicle, one big off-road French tells us that the two rivers 'in the east are terribly swollen due to rain and if you expect someone on that side will not be' able to reach anyone before two days. We remain stunned, stuck in the middle of the Gobi desert without water, fuel, maps, food .. no nothing, all our possessions are the vehicles of the convoy! When night falls leave a bike on the track, see if someone is looking for and an arrow made from the stones to show the direction where we moved, we refuge in a ger. While drinking mare's milk fresh from a plan to do the next day, and tomorrow we will go back on the road where we came from. Continue into the village more 'near where you shall find gasoline in sight, we reach a ger and pointing to a piece of paper the name of the village to be reached, the owner indicates another ger barely visible on the horizon, there will be the 'indicated another, so' to the village. We try to ford the rivers' upstream as possible but the process takes hours, a motion is passed, then another, mud surrounds us constantly but we are in the village at sunset. An Australian lady gives us $ 100 and buy a foul-smelling liquid that sell for gasoline, Jucerday and 'unwilling to drink the stuff but there is no' choice, with a satellite phone to send an sms to a German group informing them of our decision and we see the capital as soon as possible, we're fine. Let us attempt the ascent to the north, and 'the only track that I think I remember that made the first leg, with no maps and GPS have no alternative. Individual track almost immediately, that first leg was mud and now 'but turned to stone and earth that had' become sand as fine as talc, while the motion of floating Kurt Jucerday well with his weight always tries to sink , I offer up to 650 km from Ulaanbaatar Dalanzagdad almost always standing. After 4 days we are at Ulaanbaatar, Kurt embraces his wife Anita in tears, I will be away, and moved a bit 'embarrassed to stay and watch while tapping his fingers on the bike serbatopio.
Anita thanks me for bringing back Kurt, I say that the merits and the 'state of both, and those who do not say' I would want someone to wait for that day too ..
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