Did I tell you that I have just lost my special power. These things happen. Yesterday I lost at least 20 times the front end of the bike on the muddy roads, and always found it. But this morning, when I started to look for my special power in the room, I could not find it … of course, I told you about it. I am invisible. Since I left Moscou, no cops have arrested me, like if I were invisible. But, as I lost this special power, this morning, as I was coming out of Chita, immediatly, the cops arrested me. The purpose of it : just curiosity.
The little guy tried to be very serious at the beginning, but the tall simpleton behind him bursted out laughing because I said : « Ne ponimayu » (I don’t understand). It was fucked. They started to talk to me about our president François Hollande and also about the Tour Eiffel. They wanted to see a picture of my house. I diverted the conversation, telling them that they really had a beautifull country with nice people, which is true. But, I also made them understand that the time was going by and that I had a lot of miles to do today. The tall simpleton bursted out laughing again.
The small cop tried to be serious and told me that I should be very carefull because recently, a Japanese guy, a tourist like me ( ?!?) had been shot on this road. The tall simpleton did not laugh at all. They told me to go flat out to Vladivostock without stopping. 3.000 kilometers without refuelling, it would be rather complicated. I sat off again but it did worry me a little bit. I went 160 km/h, but about the fuell, I had to stop. And I did. A very nice guy welcomed at the petrol station me and immediatly asked me if I were french. I said « yes ». And he talked to me about « Jean-Paul Belmondo, Le Louvre and this old movie of the 50ies “Fantomas”. » I was stuned. I didn’t know that it took more than fifity years for the Hertzian waves to reach Russia. By the way, this guy was not talking about François Hollande or Gérard Depardieu and I was happy about it. Kidding aside, I have been told in Moscou that they recently discovered a village in Siberia which inhabitants had never heard about Second World War. Truth or urban legend, I still don’t know, but people from Moscou do believe in it.
I sat off again, 160 km/h on the dashboard, but with a speed average of only 144. The reason why is that the 2.000 kilometers going from Chita to Kjhabarovsk are astonishing in more ways than one. This highway was inaugurated in 2011 by Poutine who did the all way at the rear of a yellow Lada Samara. He told that he wanted to discover some regions of Siberia. He certainly did not watch by the window more than ten minutes because the landscape is always the same, very boring. And after those ten minutes, I can imagine than he spent most of his time having nausea because of all these huge bumps on the tarmac. The Multistrada and its fantastic suspensions really love this exercice, but when it happens in curves, it is sometimes risky.
It made my day and that’s a good thing because I had 1.400 kilometers to do in this huge desert. Fortunately, at a petrol station, I met some russian guys on german bikes going from Vladivostock to Lisboa. Of course, I am not the only one to travel. That was a fortunate and historical meeting because otherwise, the only picture of the day I had to show was this one of a dog following me everywhere in a petrol station. Tonight, we will have a drink with my new friends and talk about bikes and travelling for sure.