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Over 3,500 miles and now in Ufa, Russia.

Almost three weeks now and the fears, the angst, the tummy rumbles have eased and we're starting to enjoy ourselves and relax into it.  Apart from yesterday it has been bright and sunny all the way, but the rain yesterday turned the streets of Samara into a quagmire of mud, slurry and... well, in truth, some of the worst conditions I have ever ridden in.  The car drivers have a Lemming type attitude to their driving, again, some of the worst driving I have ever seen.  One one stretch of road yesterday, between Samara and here in Ufa, a twenty mile stretch of road yielded some twenty plus fatal RTA sites, some of the stones bearing three or four photos of the people having died there.  A tragic wast of life... everyone seems to be in so much of a hurry... to die!

Last Thursday, gosh, was it almost a week since! We just quite simply couldn't find a hotel in Brjansk, after being sent here, there, and everywhere.  Went out into the country, asked a policeman, sent us to a small Motel in the middle of nowhere... couldn't find it, took a couple of hours.  Now dark, we decided to camp on a disused railway station.  Cooked supper and then the police came, could understand the word "Niet" and "Dangerous!"  from what we asked, but never found out!  We packed everything up, they turned their car's headlights onto us while we did so... to make it easy!  We felt like miscreant schoolkids caught playing truant from school.  We followed on the 'bikes to, yes, you've guessed it, the bloody Motel we'd been trying to find.  Introductions over, left us with the proprietor.  He didn't like the idea of the 'bikes being left out, so we followed him to a toilet paper factory about five miles away where the 'bikes were locked up overnight with the 'night shift' looking after them.  We jumped into his car and went back to the Motel... a Motel we could never find again, with our 'bikes locked up five miles away in a factory we could never find again... mmmm!  But the Motel was great, the owner took us back the next morning... and all's well.  But being deep in Russia, with a stranger, in his car... my mind was working overtime... but there was no need.  Lovely people.

Into Orel for the night... couldn't find an Internet Cafe.  Evening stroll and saw some kids, through a small window close to the ground, playing on computers in the basement of some place or other.  Walked down the steps and everything went quiet, guess they thought it was a police raid.  They were only kids, we were two oldies!  Two minutes and we were hooked up to check e-mails, but too late to start sending updates. The kids were so interested in us Brits... suddenly "We All Live In A Yellow Submarine"  was played at full volume... and we all sang along together.  Lovely people.

The 'bikes are singing along, although my rear mudguard broke the other day, and Sue's today! So taken them off altogether!  The Wilbers suspension units are great, these roads are the worse I've ever been on, and the suspension soaks everything up in it's stride... no bottoming out or crashing around.  The Continental 'Escape' tyres also proving a revelation.  Converted from the Tourance now.  So much mud, shit, slurry, gravel, potholes and debris on the roads, and not a mufty from the tyres!

The BMW underwear (yes folks, that's right!), Rally II jacket and Atlatis pants are certainly doing what 'it says on the tin' and I wouldn't want to be wearing anything else I can assure you.... great!  It's very cold here and the Widder jacket's showing its true colours too.

Over here in Russia you have to pay for a given amount of petrol before you fill the tank.  But how do we know how much we need?  Now learnt to 'deposit' 400 roubles with the cashier, fill the tanks, and then go collect the change.  Food's a source of much amusement, what with Sue "Cluck cluck clucking" and me "Snort snort snorting" we aint going hungry!

Last night was in a small Motel, run by Armenians.  Cheap, very cheerful, wonderful smiles, and a warm welcome... lovely  people indeed.

So, as you can tell, we're working our way slowly eastwards, on time, and everything is fine. A great adventure indeed... a dream coming true.

Hope to get more information off to you as and when we can.

Take care... and thanks to those who send us messages... keep us going they do.

TTFN, Mick