Do svidaniya Mockba, but not as quick as I would have like. I think that following The Moscow River out of the city might be a nice way to leave. Instead I end up lost in an industrial zone and trying to navigate through the outskirts without map, compass or much else. I find an escape route after much swearing to myself, but find this road leads to a big road which led to a motorway! I ask a taxi driver, and passers by which way I should go, all point down the motorway. It seems that it is perfectly legitimate to ride a bicycle on the motorway in Russia. However every bone in my body and years of conditioned learning are screaming at me NO!! I CAN'T RIDE HERE, THIS IS A MOTORWAY! After a while I calm down. I soon realise that riding on a motorway is safer and more pleasurable than normal routes! I have plenty of space in the hard shoulder. The road is wide, smooth and straight. I am relaxed and spot other cyclists going the other way. This is actually great fun and becomes one of the nicer afternoons of cycling in Russia. I begin to wish that this road would take me all the way to Kazakhstan!
Fortunately my motorway did not do this...!
Fortunately my motorway did not do this...!
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