Jill and Janos….of the famous Silent Green Bubu bus. We first met them enjoying themselves trying to get their Russian visa in
The boys!!!! Up to no good again.. as you can see from the laughter..Thats Gregoire on Jon’s right,and Arnua is the other one.After cycling with them in Syria/turkey,then meeting them during their “resting”phase in Uzbekistan,we cycled together in northern Mongolia for 9 days.They now feel they know us well enough to take the mick out of our “English”,despite the fact that their pronouciation is as dodgy as ever![Yees,it isss!]They spent hours with jon discussing various bike mechanics,and then when we left them still both of them had put their tyres on the wrong way round.[Ask Jon if you want to know the technical details of mud elimination etc].
We stopped to wash and get water at a stream… We noticed something shining in the river!!! Thinking that we had found GOLD!!!!!.... Nic got her hat out and started to use it as a pan.. I thought it was fool’s gold…. but who knows? May be it was gold and we have just thrown a fortune away?
But we have marked the position on a map…..so….next time we are here we can check it out again.
Last day in
Clickers, clackers, buzzers and whirrers etc.
What is this? Do you remember eating chewy coloured snakes as a child….here is a live one. We have had a few problems with insects and other small creatures. Jon doesn’t much like “creepy crawlies” and includes ants in this category whereas I like ants…always busy doing something and they NEVER give up, no matter how much too big a bit of bread you have put in their way. We had a night in a ger [Mongolian yurt ]where it literally rained beetles, inside as well as outside [like a locust plague….there were piles of them all over town next morning.].We’ve had moths so desperate to lay their eggs at night that we are still finding eggs in our panniers. We have accidently run over loads of different kinds of grasshoppers; sometimes there have been so many, particularly the ‘clacker’ flying ones, that they’ve smacked us in the face, gone down our necks ,got squashed in between sock and shoe….its their own fault, they have no directional flying /hopping skills.
But of course by far the worst is that pointless invention ‘the mosquito’. Woe betide you if you ignore that lightest of tickling sensations. It is a mosquito tip toeing across your face in search of a new drilling site. If you don’t whack yourself and kill it you will have a huge itching sore lump the next day….to go with all your other ones. Being nice to mosquitoes [incense etc]is for wussies…….we must have killed 100’s by now [each]and made a decent dent in the overall population.
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