The nite wasn’t too cold – always concerned with the “little battery that could” having a bad day.
The guesthouse I stayed in had filled up with truckers and in the AM there was a bit of, ahem, noise as they went about their ambulations and ablutions. The funniest thing was that THEY waited for it to warm up more than I. At 9:30 my suspension was stiff, my saddle rock hard and the tires granitic from the cold. But off we went toward the Russian-Mongolian border crossing at Tashanta.
The road was quite good and the scenery excellent. With a lack of morning fog I managed to be warmed by the sun fairly soon.
I stopped for lunch at Atkash at a very unimpressive looking cafe that served unimpressive shorba soup and goulash of unimpressive quality with impeccably unimpressive service. Oh well, it’s about the road, not the food.
As I neared Koch Agach it seemed quite reasonable to make for the Mongolian border crossing and get to Bayan Olgai. This would be a fantastic achievement, putting me in Mongolia on Sunday nite. Most of the altitude and snow threats would be behind me. The little battery that could would generally be in a warmer place . . . hurray !
So I used most of my remaining Roubles to buy benzine and headed for Russian Immigration & Border control. I was checked for documentation 50km from the border and ushered onward. Unfortunately at the border the store was . . . closed. At 4:30 ! So to make a long, somewhat angry, definitely frustrating story short – I returned 40 miles to Koch Agach to look for a room and hope it didn’t get too cold at 6500′.
Now able to recognize the Cyrillic for “hotel” I managed to find a simple place with the help of some Russian telecom workers. A short trip to a local store secured sustenance and I managed not to share too many vodka shots with the gregarious and generous Russians who were happy their work was over.
Monday . . . Mongolia.
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