Talking with hands
Again, I don’t know why but I feel as I if I had always been living here in Russia. This morning, I got out of Irkoutsk very relaxed. Completely destroyed roadways, missing pavements, huge holes in the tarmac, it seemed very usual to me. And this driver just in front of me zigzagging to avoir those holes, it doesn’t bother me either way. I would not pretend that I am Russia, but I found a little bit of my seat here.
I think that I even tend to weaken in my riding style and I often need a russian driver more nervous to realise than I have got a lot of miles to do everyday. So, when this driver pass me, I follow him and like always, he is going to early to the apex and also brakes too early.
What a waste! Especially because the road is so curvy and hillier, that it reminds me of the track of Spa Francorchamps. Including the rain and the wet track, I mean the road… this is why I also starterd to be carefull, to go slowly on the the gaz. All the more since the rear tire is now completely square. When it’s dry, I have fun giving more gas to get out of the curves, and I imagine that it makes round again. It certainly doesn’t work, but I like the idea of it.
I also used the heating grips this morning. I have no problem saying this, I love my confort. I could ride for tousands miles so long as I have waterproof equipment and I am warm. I got to the south side of Lake Baikal. Yesterday, it was only 100 km as the crow flies from Okhlon Island to Ulan Ude. But there was no ferry to cross to the east side of the lake. So I had to go around the lake: 767 kilometers !
Sometimes, the Transsiberian landscape reminds of model train world. A lake or a river, woodden houses, metallic bridges, the road and the train. Exactly like when I was a child and that I played train toys. I don’t why, but those toys always looked perfect. Perfect train station, perfect houses, perfect green meadows, a little bit like in Switzerland (please forgive me). Here, it’s more like russian style. More destroyed. So, I made fly my drone, I made some pictures and videos, it will be my memory trigger for tonight when I will watch all the video rushes.
While flying my drone, unavoidably, a railroad employee came to me and asked what it was. I quickly packed up my drone, and did not insist on it. I just said “Ne ponimayu” which means “I don’t understand”. This is what I think because some kids learnt it to me in a village. I hope they were not kidding at me and they did not teach me bullshit. Sometimes, I doubt and I say “ruska niet”. This one doesn’t mean anything, I am pretty sure about it, except for me.
I showed him an old train and said ‘kaput”. he showed to me many other things that were “kaput” here. Then, he watched at my Ducati Multistrada which was not “kaput” at all. He tried to ask me things just with his hand and I undestood everything. I understood that he wanted to know if it was not too difficult when it was raining. I answered that no, you just need a good equipment. Then, he asked me if the seat was not too much boneshaker. I hope that I did not misunderstand this one. I showed him the impressive suspension travel of the Multistrada and he looked happy with my explanations. So I think I was right with my translation.
I set off again and arrived this time in a normal town, Ulan Ude. No huge chimneys that stinck. Just small houses, a few supermarket and a downtown place. I would say, something normal and it makes you feel good. Tomorrow, I don’t know what to do. Go to Kyakhtanext to Mongolia and go direct to Chita. We will see.