I got up and was standing next to my tent pondering the day when a motorcycle with a sidecar started coming down the road toward my tent. When they looked down the road and saw my tent they immediately turned around and left. I started up my motorcycle and used my inverter to charge up my laptop while I tore down my tent and got ready to leave. While I was in the process of getting ready to leave a small truck drove up the road until he saw me then turned around and left. I finished loading my motorcycle and left. When I was back on the highway again I found a small stream in the ditch again and cleaned my visor on my helmet. The road is all gravel so there no use in oiling the chain. It will only attract dust and increase the wear on the sprockets and chain. My bike now is heavier with the extra 12 liters of gas and my extra spare front tire. It’s extremely important I drive carefully with my top-heavy bike. The rest of the day I drove in mostly gravel with occasional small patches of blacktop. The small patches of blacktop gave my hands and arms a chance to rest from the constant vibration of the handle bars. I spotted a small Greek Orthodox Chapel up on a hill. I drove up near it, stopped, and walked up the hill to it. To my surprise the door wasn’t locked so I opened the door. I took a picture of the items left on the window sills and a picture of Mother Mary. I left some money as an offering and walked outside. I walked around the chapel and took some more pictures. I closed the latch on the door and left. It’s the world’s smallest Greek Orthodox Chapel in the world. I took some more pictures of the signs in the area and left. I have no idea why the chapel was built.
Dust and more dust. Oh, the dust. As I drove I always found gas every 70 to 100 miles/112 to 161 kms. I don’t know why that guy told me there wasn’t any gas for 450 miles/ 700 kms. I never had a problem finding gas after that one incident. If the gas station that was out of gas would have had gas I never would have needed to carry the extra 12 liters of gas with me. As a result of carrying the extra 12 liters of gas on the top box the paint was ruined. All the shaking and vibration of the plastic bottles combined with the dust and sand wore the paint right off the top of the box. I must have looked for over an hour to find my campsite tonight. I checked probably five or six different potential campsites, none of them up to my standards. I just looked at my watch and its 10:30 p.m. It’s still daylight and I just got my tent put up. No trip planning tonight, it’s too late and too dark. The mosquitoes are a real hassle for a great campsite. I haven’t missed them or the flies the last couple of nights. I drove a really horrible road all day which was interspersed with heaven sent sporadic new black top. I am camping 4 kilometers west of Never. I was shooting today to get out of the worst road construction and didn’t know till I looked on my Russian Road Atlas that I had actually driven out of it. It was like a load was lifted off my shoulders. The worst was now behind me. I am by far not out of road construction, potholes, or mud, just out of the worst of worst road construction. I worked some on my blog and went to bed.
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