Getting Lost 295km I left the Oasis Guest House about 2pm. To say I was hesitant to leave is an understatement. For the last few day's it had seemed a bit stupid to be here, I had started to wonder if I should of just stuck to Russia. Most people that knew had said it would be a hard ride over the next week or so and some of the stories I had heard at the guest house about other travelers braking bikes, bones and giving up half way through and returning...

"There is no fun to be had here any more" 0km One half of the owners of the Oasis Guesthouse, a man named Rene had broken a few of his tows at the afore mentioned motorbike race. I can almost hear my Mum saying "I told you motorbikes were dangerous!" This, however did not dampen his enthusiasm to find me a tyre. Nothing had been done on Sunday as Rene really needed to find a Doctor that was not drunk, pretty hard thing to do in UB app...

The Oasis 526km On the infamous road to Chita I had met a few people riding the other way, mostly Europeans who were almost at the end of their journey. There were usually big waves and a few of them pulled over and we had a chat. One such couple were a Swiss/German pair riding a KTM Adventure. We had the usual bad road conversation and they gave me a business card for a place to stay (called Oasis Guesthouse) in Ulan Baatar, Mongolia (known as UB from no...

Kick back, relax, it's Mongolian Customs 480km I left the guesthouse about 8am with the usual crowd of people watching me leave, though no questions which was unusual. I stopped along the way around the big lake and took some photo's. Riding through another storm I made my way back to the normal weather patterns of Ulan Ude. After some breakfast of borsch, the famous Russian soup that I now seem to live on and coffee I pointed the DR south for the first time...

I owe you $A6.50 898km I left Chita feeling great, completely revived after having the Far East beaten out of me with some dryed branches in Andreys sauna from hell. They're onto it these Siberians. I forgot to mention that while at Andrey's place with all his mates I expected the bottle of Vodka to be cracked open at any second and for all of us to be good and hammered by midnight. But, as with my bikey mates in Vladivostok we had drank nothing but tea and Kva...