Leaving Batumi was hard. That meant also leaving Lilia. I just realized that I became extremely sad when I have to say goodbye for the trip. Is not going to be short, and neither easy since I leave far away leaving all the ones I love a bit worried for me.

So I continued my way, a 100 km road that went from 0 to 2100 m high, all the time thinking where the fuck I was going. Who the hells goes to Mongolia? Luckily to cheer me up, when I was going up in the middle of a strong storm I saw 3 people taking shelter I an abandoned bus stop. 2 guys and 1 girl with bikes like mine.  I stop, we introduced each other and I asked them if I could join.  Of course I could! They are going to New Zeeland! So he have in common at least 3000 km.  Its great when you ask each other for each others destinations and everybody things, yeah Mongolia in October, why not…  this gives an instantaneous connection. We don’t know how far we will go together but we start instantly being a family, creating a friendship, helping each other. Although they go much slower since they have time I decided to join them or 2-3 days.

We had great time. Always starting some conversations like “what are your plans for the desert hit?”, “which bike do you have?” “spare parts?”.