So feeling like a king again and with my head in the clouds I set off. Leaving many friends, who I will definitely see again, behind.
The first day I managed 80k in 8 hours - that's not good. Then the second and third day were no better. The "winds of hell" we playing a sound game against me.
Then yesterday I realised I'd only been playing the reserve team. Beelzebub had a broken metatarsal and the devil himself had been sitting out a two match ban for eye gouging in a pre season friendly were both back in the team.
Barbed wire, tumble weed, sand, it was all flying down the road and it was like an old Spectrum game - I had to dodge left or right to miss the obstacles.
But I'm here now and yesterday was treated to a guided tour by Rina (local girl) who wanted to help me and pratise her english. Awesome!! :oD
Continueing straight on today though - no time for rest. Might not speak again to Uzbekistan. Love ya!!
PS Camels all over the place!! :o) Their pert humps blown to sagging sacks by the force of the wind!!! :o)
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