Stuart and me went out again last night. Heather rang at 2am telling us that she’d gotten word from their boat, it would leave soon.
So we said good bye a little later. Good times, great people, unfortunately leaving Europe. Schniefschnuff.
After few hours of sleep I packed my stuff, said good bye to Michael, and left the hostel at noon.
I had a great tail wind today and rode southward with 30-40kph. Stopped in Qobustan to have a look at the petroglyphs and Roman grafitti there. The former are from various centuries and between 2000 and 20000 years old. The latter is the easternmost Roman inscription found to date.
I also visited the mud vulcanos near Ələt. Tiny little mini vulcanos spitting mud. Funny to look at.
Asked at a road side kafe/restauran for permission to pitch my tent in their backyard. Got invited to scrambled eggs and tea, and was questioned about all kinds of aspects of my life. People’s inquisitiveness is getting a bit annoying and tiring.
Throughout the day’s riding I had a gut feeling that was a mix of being hungry and feeling lonely.
Top speed: 74kph