Im not alone out here!!!

Ahead of me were three nights camping at the less than appealing border between
Kazakhstan and Uzbekistan, followed by a 400km stretch of long, straight,
road through the karakum desert with only two water stops along way.

and that was only to reach the first town of a such a size that it
 would be mentioned in Google-maps.

This would be my hardest and most famously desolate desert stretch to date...

And just my mind begins to come to terms with the
long lonesome ordeal ahead this happens!
             .            

Breaking my own records

Through most of this journey there has always 

been one aspect of the day working against me. 

Be it the howling headwind, the seemingly endless rolling hills, 

the sun beating heat, the bike breaking, the wild people 

or even just the trap of my own mind.

But for a two deliciously chompable days in Kazakhstan things were as close to

 perfect as a man cycling through the desert could ever ask for!
And on these days,...

YOU GO FOR IT!!!