27.09.2014 From Chita to Yakutsk

the 7 July 2016 in Uncategorized

Hello, hello! So how many things to tell since we left Chita! ! So we'll make it short, I shall write a book one day … From Chita we followed the road of Vladivostok, up to Skorodinovo where we turned on the famous M56.

From Chita to Skorodinovo the road is asphalted all the way, and it is apparently so up to Vladivostok, but as soon as we turned to the North, finished ! there are works as far as the eye can see making a quite beautiful future road, but altogether by bicycle even on a non asphalted road it goes rather well, frankly we do not complain, that could have been worse.

On the M56 from the intersection to Yakutsk , we were surprised in the end of the number of parts that had  been asphalted, almost all of the road is in progress or has already been completed, so the next 1 or 2 years this road will be completely asphalted ... 

Apart from the roads, what happened ?! Well, we have not seen bears, we were honked thousands of times, photographed, greeted, in brief good atmosphere on the road, cars and trucks deviated from us except for maybe 2 morons who almost touched us ... We saw lots of striped squirrels, discovered a mouse no bigger than a golf ball, met a long-distance truck driver on a car-park lost in the middle of nowhere, who invited us for a coffee, it was 3 days that he was stucked there waiting for something to repair his truck, this thing having left St Petersburg by plane and supposed to arrive via another truck, no stress, it is normal, here, you know when you leave, but not when you will arrive.

We passed from forests of fir trees to forests of birches...

We met a lady in a store, who during 30 minutes did not stop coming to bring us little gifts to be eaten, it began with a tea, while we sat in front of the store to nibble something, then she came back with cookies, then a bag of tomatoes, a lemon for the tea, 2 oranges and by leaving she still returns with two apples …

We met a whole group of  bikers who go round the world. We were accommodated in the premises of a "weather forecast station" then in workers' base camp of a gold mine. We were invited to have dinner by a family of Azerbaijani immigrants which had run away from the war 20 years ago,

they let us leave in the middle of the night on our little bikes, on a dark night without light, warning us that there were many bears around there, I think they did not even realize, we were fine anyway, on the national road at night without a light, before finding a corner to put the tent 

But we had eaten well !!!

We passed through a village where everyone came to speak and bring us something to eat. Then when we landed some km further after the town to eat, a young man who had heard of us, came on the side of the road to talk to us , he loves the French people, he studies our language and in 2 years he plans to come to visit our beautiful country ...

We had our first severe drops in temperature after a pass at 1400m with the wind, the sizzling and cold ... I was frozen. Fortunately in the evening , we arrived in a tiny village , where there is just a café , a store and buildings. We asked where we could sleep and a girl with her brother went looking for a lady who took us

to an apartment, we were super dirty, we entered with our bikes: no problem, you have three bedrooms, the kitchen is there, the bathroom... Tomorrow when you leave you knock at grandma's in front and she will close the door, good night!!!!

We were as idiots, in a great ultra hot apartment for us alone, we never saw neither the women nor the girl , just the grandma who was so great and quite surprised that we leave the next day under a wet snow!!!

We would have done better to stay , after 2 hours we were soaked, frozen , fortunately a workers' camp appeared , we thought that there was nobody . While I had taken refuge under a duvet to warm up , a guy arrived quite surprised , he did not understand everything right away, after a moment's reflection he took us in his wagon where we could warm up .

At night, we slept in another car without heating but it was still better than under the tent, in the awakening it was all white.To be beautiful it was beautiful, but then what a mess with bikes without spikes, we slipped every cm and as I began to run well finally, I looked back and saw Damien 500m behind, a truck being loading his bike. He had just broken his luggage rack for the second time, the repair of the day before had not held.

So after going to the base camp of the workers to eat something , they took us into town to repair. It was a bit the flood, trucks and cars through the road , snow and huge puddles of water , no more electricity , in short we were glad to be invited by Galina , a couchsurfer who waited for us for several days. Her dad picked us up in his 4 × 4 , bicycles remained in town, we spent 3 days in the countryside in a lovely little village with tremendous people . We tried the Evenk costumes, visited the theater, talked to the pupils of the school , visited the nursery school, there met a writer passionate about Siberian rivers ... In brief a moment more than magic that we are not about to forget.

We resumed the road towards Yakutsk. A truck driver offered us 2 apples from his truck, a waiter, 2 breads filled with cabbage and carrots, we slept in the private room of a long-distance truck driver as we were covered with mud. We crossed the Lena in a ferry without paying, because the guy found us so crazy !

We were housed in a sports complex, thanks to a lady met on the road, the next day she came to us before we left to bring us potatoes and freshly cooked eggs for the road and a mushrooms jar , we were the first foreigners she met.

And finally we arrived in Yakutsk.

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Hello, hello! So how many things to tell since we left Chita! ! So we'll make it short, I shall write a book one day … From Chita we followed the road of Vladivostok, up to Skorodinovo where we turned on the famous M56.

From Chita to Skorodinovo the road is asphalted all the way, and it is apparently so up to Vladivostok, but as soon as we turned to the North, finished ! there are works as far as the eye can see making a quite beautiful future road, but altogether by bicycle even on a non asphalted road it goes rather well, frankly we do not complain, that could have been worse.

On the M56 from the intersection to Yakutsk , we were surprised in the end of the number of parts that had  been asphalted, almost all of the road is in progress or has already been completed, so the next 1 or 2 years this road will be completely asphalted ... 

Apart from the roads, what happened ?! Well, we have not seen bears, we were honked thousands of times, photographed, greeted, in brief good atmosphere on the road, cars and trucks deviated from us except for maybe 2 morons who almost touched us ... We saw lots of striped squirrels, discovered a mouse no bigger than a golf ball, met a long-distance truck driver on a car-park lost in the middle of nowhere, who invited us for a coffee, it was 3 days that he was stucked there waiting for something to repair his truck, this thing having left St Petersburg by plane and supposed to arrive via another truck, no stress, it is normal, here, you know when you leave, but not when you will arrive.

We passed from forests of fir trees to forests of birches...

We met a lady in a store, who during 30 minutes did not stop coming to bring us little gifts to be eaten, it began with a tea, while we sat in front of the store to nibble something, then she came back with cookies, then a bag of tomatoes, a lemon for the tea, 2 oranges and by leaving she still returns with two apples …

We met a whole group of  bikers who go round the world. We were accommodated in the premises of a "weather forecast station" then in workers' base camp of a gold mine. We were invited to have dinner by a family of Azerbaijani immigrants which had run away from the war 20 years ago,

they let us leave in the middle of the night on our little bikes, on a dark night without light, warning us that there were many bears around there, I think they did not even realize, we were fine anyway, on the national road at night without a light, before finding a corner to put the tent 

But we had eaten well !!!

We passed through a village where everyone came to speak and bring us something to eat. Then when we landed some km further after the town to eat, a young man who had heard of us, came on the side of the road to talk to us , he loves the French people, he studies our language and in 2 years he plans to come to visit our beautiful country ...

We had our first severe drops in temperature after a pass at 1400m with the wind, the sizzling and cold ... I was frozen. Fortunately in the evening , we arrived in a tiny village , where there is just a café , a store and buildings. We asked where we could sleep and a girl with her brother went looking for a lady who took us

to an apartment, we were super dirty, we entered with our bikes: no problem, you have three bedrooms, the kitchen is there, the bathroom... Tomorrow when you leave you knock at grandma's in front and she will close the door, good night!!!!

We were as idiots, in a great ultra hot apartment for us alone, we never saw neither the women nor the girl , just the grandma who was so great and quite surprised that we leave the next day under a wet snow!!!

We would have done better to stay , after 2 hours we were soaked, frozen , fortunately a workers' camp appeared , we thought that there was nobody . While I had taken refuge under a duvet to warm up , a guy arrived quite surprised , he did not understand everything right away, after a moment's reflection he took us in his wagon where we could warm up .

At night, we slept in another car without heating but it was still better than under the tent, in the awakening it was all white.To be beautiful it was beautiful, but then what a mess with bikes without spikes, we slipped every cm and as I began to run well finally, I looked back and saw Damien 500m behind, a truck being loading his bike. He had just broken his luggage rack for the second time, the repair of the day before had not held.

So after going to the base camp of the workers to eat something , they took us into town to repair. It was a bit the flood, trucks and cars through the road , snow and huge puddles of water , no more electricity , in short we were glad to be invited by Galina , a couchsurfer who waited for us for several days. Her dad picked us up in his 4 × 4 , bicycles remained in town, we spent 3 days in the countryside in a lovely little village with tremendous people . We tried the Evenk costumes, visited the theater, talked to the pupils of the school , visited the nursery school, there met a writer passionate about Siberian rivers ... In brief a moment more than magic that we are not about to forget.

We resumed the road towards Yakutsk. A truck driver offered us 2 apples from his truck, a waiter, 2 breads filled with cabbage and carrots, we slept in the private room of a long-distance truck driver as we were covered with mud. We crossed the Lena in a ferry without paying, because the guy found us so crazy !

We were housed in a sports complex, thanks to a lady met on the road, the next day she came to us before we left to bring us potatoes and freshly cooked eggs for the road and a mushrooms jar , we were the first foreigners she met.

And finally we arrived in Yakutsk.

2 commentaires

  • Damien M says:

    Sympa ces récits, ces tranches de voyage, de vie. Je retrouve en quelques phrases un condensé de mes propres voyages en Russie, pays que j'adore. Les gens sont très accueillants. Et parfois les personnes qu'on rencontre au fin fond de la Sibérie ne nous croient pas quand on dit qu'on ne parle pas russe, qu'on vient d'un autre pays. Cela donne des rencontres étonnantes et extraordinaires...

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