So last night once i was finished on the computer i went outside to my bike got on and rode down the road and guess what game i got to play. Yep, deal with a flat tyre again. Its not my favourite game anymore! I just wanted to get to the motox track and lo and behold i met a guy crossing the street who was an official today and he helped me find someone with a compressor to pump up my tyre. I bolted out there, the guys sat me down and fed me while they changed my tyre. After that they put me in the shower for a wash and once i got out passed me a cold beer to drink. I tell ya, these guys are amazing and this travelling thing is a tough business!

Spent the morning and part of thisafternoon watching the racing which the guys really do well at. It became known around the event that i was a foreigner and the bloke who helped me last night find a compressor asked if i took photos. When i produced my camera this meant that i suddenly became an international photographer and was told to put on an officials vest and do me thing in the middle of the course if i wanted. Having a bright orange vest also meant that people could find the foreigner quite easily too! Anyway had a fantastic time, thanks to all that i met there last night and today, you are a great group and made me feel very at home. Time now to hit the road towards Kostanay.... Hopefully my tyre game is over for a while now.... Im starting to realise that the bike is great. Whenever i have problems with it i meet many fantastic people. without it and its problems i would have many less experiences with the local people, and this is what travelling is all about isnt it... :)