We were greeted the next morning by a lovely blue sky and the fog just starting to dissolve over the river next to our home for the night. The plan was to ride the embankment of the railway for some time until the official road improved a bit.
After a couple of kilometers we reached a first river, which was just low enough to cross with the bikes. Kate stopped with the plan to get off the bike and wade trough the river to check for shallow or deep spots, but just before she waded in Flo already bolted trough the river. It was a bit too deep for that, but he made it through nonetheless. Just. Kate then proceeded to scout the river for shallow spots and made it through (without getting her feet wet!). What then followed was one river crossing after another, but they where all rideable after some wading through and checking for shallow and not so rocky spots. We both got wet feet multiple times and after some crossings stopped emptying the boots altogether. There will be another water crossing and flooded boots just around the next corner anyway! Around lunchtime we arrived in Yuktali. Looking for fuel we got directed to the cabin of Jura and Lena. They sell petrol out of their house in 10l jerry cans, which they empty into your thank just wearing shorts (Jura, not Lena of course).
After getting fuel for the next part we headed off towards the Olyokma River. This crossing is not always easy, since the road bridge washed away a year or two ago and one has to cross the railway bridge which is guarded. But we lucked out since as we turned up the guards were asleep or had gone for lunch, so we just stopped, listened for trains and went for it. This would be the last guarded bridge until we reached the Kuanda river.
Only a couple of kilometers after crossing Olyokma we had to cross via the railway bridge again since the river was too high and the road bride being only a pile of wood on the side of the river. Stop, turn off the engine, listen for trains and go for it…this is getting a routine already!
We then drove on through rivers, over wonky bridges and along the railway. It was not possible drive a steady speed since there was always some obstacle in the way which needed to be checked out first. After another 60 kilometers or so we found a lovely railway shack, with a killer view over a river and an oven which we used to dry clothes, boots, laptops and whatnot. We then dug into our vodka reserves, overlooking a river landscape and watching a bear playing in the water on the other side of the riverbank.
