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.. 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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GOBI DESERT!



Dalanzadgad arrival .. and I do try to do in an SUV on which to load the bags with a valid driver to lead me through the desert dunes to reach the ancient Mongolian capital, Karakorum, no way! Not to try and 'present in this remote village .. But luckily I
assists (almanco is time!) and met a caravan of seven off-road are taking a walk in the desert, the guests of two newlyweds, he and her French Mongolian, I join them immediately as follow my own route! Following the convoy there 'Kurt, Norwegian friend of the bride, he preferred to rent a bike, he traveled on an old XT 600. Free
Jucerday to luggage (so 'has been dubbed my bike by drivers of SUVs, in honor of the gallant General Genghis Kahn's right hand) and suspension rise of almost 10 cm, finally after 45 days, take off that heavy burden he carries on his back since we left!
seems reborn, I follow the train along the track on the right hand side at a distance of 100 Kurt on that left me spellbound watching me, I drive at full speed, the rear tire from behind the stones and clods of mud flying 20 m high, Jucerday climb on grassy slopes as if seeking its own way and I let go of doing everything in circus acts, ford a few streams to 120 per hour unleashing a cloud of steam when water flooded the engine, the drivers constantly with his arm out the window and raised his thumb, never seen a horse so 'frisky!
Almost at the close of second day we reach the sand dunes, some 800 m high, and 'a unique, shaped by wind and time seem a long cashmere scarf dropped from the sky .. Pitched his tent on the edge, the night a spectacular night sky seems to fall on top on him at any moment, the wind sings a sweet music ..
Again I've done it!
Before you go to sleep I think about where I will bring 'tenacity next time, I will' can not be confused with the stubborn determination not planted in some other mess?

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DALANDAZDAG



.. the road from Ulaanbaatar to the south-eastern Dalandazdag the edge of the Gobi desert and 'long 650 km and with the rains of July and' transformed into a huge swamp endless ..
Wrong track twice but the third attempt mouth that good, just an hour before the GPS is finally me completely filled with water ..

.. the first day I manage quite well but the second forces me fail, too hard to drive in these conditions, I'm tired, sometimes also used two hours to free the bike from the mud ..

.. I fall twice but the third and 'the fatal beating with a face on the windshield, face down on the ground and a hot liquid over me sweet mouth .. I have the upper lip split the two, judging by eye I need at least 2 points and the left shoulder to be dislocated, I recall the words of Dominique met a few days before "you were born in the year of the dog and you are faithful like a dog to your decisions, in some cases until death, "desist from reaching the Gobi ..




.. I do not know where I am and asks for hospitality 'in a ger, Oiun a girl of only 14 years lovingly takes care of me by asking a mix up throughout the mouth (the smell should be done with 99% goat shit) and the night when he returned his father, a descendant in direct line of Genghis Kahn, a knee with my system, my shoulder, I thought I had torn my arm
.. The next day, always with the help of Oiun, I try to fix the bike, call missing two lamps, an arrow, I split the fairing with the mouth, the GPS shows no signs of life and compass I had in my pocket and 'completely shattered ..



.. I stay with them two days trying to get started in the third milking of the goats but I feel it forces me and childbirth, fuck the words of Dominique, still point towards the Gobi desert ..