The edge of Bashkhoristan
It was flat until I reached the Bashkhir border, upon which there was this first climb, the foothills of the Urals no less.
Blog: BASHKHORISTAN - and into the Urals
Date: August 13th 2006
Day 68, 7th August. Marx - Balakovo - Pugachev It was raining when I awoke, my legs were aching, I felt tired, my body said to me, “one more hour, you have every excuse to sleep … go on”. But my mind told me to get up and get moving. So I did just that and hit the road in the rain. Not long after, the rain stopped for the day and the wind was in my favour as I headed east and slig ... read more
Date: August 13th 2006
Day 68, 7th August. Marx - Balakovo - Pugachev It was raining when I awoke, my legs were aching, I felt tired, my body said to me, “one more hour, you have every excuse to sleep … go on”. But my mind told me to get up and get moving. So I did just that and hit the road in the rain. Not long after, the rain stopped for the day and the wind was in my favour as I headed east and slig ... read more
