I left Anara's house busy with neighbours popping around to buy beef. The cow had been freshly slaughtered very early in the morning, and people were now leaving with plastic bags stuffed full of meat.
I had a rare tail wind today. The Kilometers were falling away. by the evening I had ridden about 140kms to Karabutak. Karabutak is the last town of any real size for the next 400kms or so. After here the real emptiness of the Steppe begins. Aralsk, the former Aral Sea fishing port waits for me at the other end. Karabutak is not a nice town, dusty, small and rather grim. Its people are friendly however, as Kazakhs often are. People readily give me directions to the only shop that is open. I find a cafe at the edge of town, eat, and graciously accept the offer of a place to sleep in front of the cafe.
I had a rare tail wind today. The Kilometers were falling away. by the evening I had ridden about 140kms to Karabutak. Karabutak is the last town of any real size for the next 400kms or so. After here the real emptiness of the Steppe begins. Aralsk, the former Aral Sea fishing port waits for me at the other end. Karabutak is not a nice town, dusty, small and rather grim. Its people are friendly however, as Kazakhs often are. People readily give me directions to the only shop that is open. I find a cafe at the edge of town, eat, and graciously accept the offer of a place to sleep in front of the cafe.
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