13/8/2016
The idea is to quickly make breakfast, load the bikes and go, but remains an idea.
Accomplices numerous passages in the bathroom by Sabrina and movements slowed because of the heat, we say bye to Aral just past noon.
600 km of smooth asphalt and we arrive in to Aqtobe in the evening.
The only thing of the day worth telling is the newly bought drink: Top Russian Lemonade.
When I see the two coming out from the store laughing with the bottle in their hand, I enter the door and I go out a minute later with my usual iced tea: shortly after they hide from me, while spilling to the ground their purchase and drinking mine...
14/8/2016
"Direct road to Atyrau is very very bad, if you go to Uralsk and then Atyrau is good"
The first 100-150 km is not bad either, then it descends suddenly and ceases to be a road.
The side tracks by side, in the steppe, are undoubtedly easier and even fun.
The drink of the day is called frizz something, but I pretend not to notice that they have bought it otherwise this time I should force them to drink it all... of course when I hear Roberto say "but it is sparkling!" it's hard to ignore it