We burned it from Chelyabinsk to Novosibirsk. Our brief flirtation with a stop over in Omsk was destroyed by weather that looked like this:
That led to one particularly muddy session after wild camping:
where Patrick had to rescue all 3 bikes:
(And yes, I cackle like a witch.)
When we arrived in Novosibirsk we were greeted by John, a friend of Patrick’s from his first world trip. We spent a couple of days with him, and we spent a Sunday grilling Shashlik next to the river.
I studied Environmental Protection and I read Eating Animals, between animal cruelty and environmental destruction, I try not to eat a lot of meat. In fact, I want to give it up completely. But then chunks of grilled meat that are sizzled to perfection are laid in front of me and I become a drooling cave man.
Shaslick, it could break the strictest vegetarian.