alt.3535m~2770m
Snow....
Snow was falling and covering all over. I was speechless as I saw outside of the tent.
I had noticed the dry sound on the tent wall at around 4 o'clock in the morning. I went out and covered the bicycle, just in case. But I didn't think it would snow that much.
Misfortunes never come singly. While I was cooking last night, I noticed a hook of one of the rear bags was broken. I was shocked, but was too tired to think of what to do. "Tomorrow... I'll do something." And I just went to sleep.
Everywhere in sight was covered in thick cloud. Snow didn't seem to stop. I had to hurry to go down. But first, the hook.
It was mere luck that I had picked up a small steal plate on the road the other day. It should be still in the front bag. I serched it with praying. Yes, I got it! I made it fit to the bag with a pench and Swiss army knife. The metal was a bit too soft. But it should stay with support of a binding cord.
The outcome was excellent. I quickly loaded everything on the bicycle and started riding in snow. In fact, it hadn't piled much. Only a few centimeter. My surprise had made it look worse. And the temperature was not so low. Supposedly it wouldn't stay on the road for so long. I still hurried, though. Weather in that high altitude was unpredictable for me.
Wet sand on the road was rather easier to ride on. The road went down and down. The snow around became less and less, and finally disappear. I got so much relief when I got a village in warm autumn color in sight at last. Somebody was playing peaceful folklore music in Afgan side, on the other side of the river. I gave a big sigh.
Later on that day, I then suffered from a sand strom, again on the west wind, with the bumpy road. I homestayed in a viallge that night. The dinner was hard bread, dipped in milk tea with butter in it, under a lamp. That was enough to make me sleep soon.
12 Oct 2008, Vrang, Tajikistan, 8914km(50km)
