August 4th, 2018

I can rest when I am dead!

That moment when you’re eating lunch at a truck stop and you’re dirty and tired and your whole body aches.
The last 3 days have been tough. I rode 1350 km on my Vespa and today I’m trying to pass Omsk.  Bumpy roads with lots of road works and a strong, very cold wind from the east blowing in my face all the time. The temperatures have dropped 25 degrees since Kazakhstan. The road and the surroundings are rather boring and uneventful. Swamps, fields, and forests alternate in a flat environment.
However, the people were very nice. I shared a meal with some truckers, got a bottle of home-distilled beverage at a gas station in case I got cold, and even the police who pulled me over today wouldn’t end up fining me (even though they were obviously chasing and pulling me over), but helped me figure out the best route to take.
Then I remember – I’m on a mission! This is no joyride and I knew it would be the biggest challenge of my life so far. I put in my headphones, put on my helmet, and sunglasses, put on winter gloves (yes I have those with me), and head out of the truck stop with AC/DC in my ears on Rosinante! Siberia is waiting.
Still 17 days and +-6600 km. My ferry leaves in 18 days and in 19 my visa expires.
I can rest when I am dead!