I left the Oasis Guest House about 2pm. To say I was hesitant to leave is an understatement. For the last few day's it had seemed a bit stupid to be here, I had started to wonder if I should of just stuck to Russia. Most people that knew had said it would be a hard ride over the next week or so and some of the stories I had heard at the guest house about other travelers braking bikes, bones and giving up half way through and returning home beaten had shocked me into reality. This wasn't going to be easy and I had to keep my head together if I was going to get back into Russia in good enough condition to make the rest of the way to Denmark, I wasn't even half way yet...
This was the first time I had questioned myself about what I was doing, but luckily I ignored the sensible voice's in my head and listened to the crazy ones.
As soon as I got away from the city and the roads opened up into dusty tracks all thoughts of disaster disappeared and I was back in my element just enjoying the ride.
Due to my late departure I didn't make it too far before the sun began to set in front me and I was forced to stop and camp. The surface had loosened up in the last few km's and turned into sand that seemed to be getting deeper so I was happy to stop, get some rest and tackle the sand first thing in the morning. I hate sand.