Today was wild. What day here isn’t?!
I woke up in the yurt by Song Kul. Breakfast and off by 9:15. Fish caught up with me and we climbed out from the lake together. In fact, not just Max & Justin decided to scratch there. Fran, Carlos & Philipp all scratched too. I was more determined than ever for CP2.
The descent was radical. Looked like a gnar gravel Alpe d'Huez. I got a snake bite. What is that my 6th flat in 6 days? I was trying to make a patch work but no luck. Philipp, Carlos & Max stop as they pass me. I get a tube from Carlos. (Mega nice and I get to keep my reserve of three patched tubes stowed.)
They roll off. I keep going. Gingerly. Is gravel puncture PTSD a thing? (In hindsight, I think that I simply was under-inflating…)
I pinch flat again. I was out of ear shot of anyone. Alone. I try to patch it. Nope. I reach for my reserve. It is gone…
I have a dark moment. I contemplate a solemn reality: no more tubes means that I would need to scratch. I see Max coming back up the hill. He hands me a Tubolito
. And out of nowhere a couple (@more_erratic_wanderings
& his girlfriend) roll up & lend me patches. AND THEN!
A Kyrgyz truck driver rolls up with my saddle bag full of spare tubes! I was back in business! More about this magic moment here.
I roll with Max to the bottom of the descent to the Nomad’s Cafe that everyone had been raving about through the grapevine as they have an espresso machine ; )
Long story short, Dominic and I join forces to continue on to CP2. We set our goal for 120km for the day. We have great conversations and make great time. We camp in an abandoned farm house & pass out at 1:41am. The alarm is set for 5:45.