Refreshed I have breakfast at the same coffee shop where I had lunch the day before. I then head out again, towards Turkistan. Turkistan is about 290kms from Kyzlorda, so I plan to do it in two days. There are a few towns en route so I feel that I should be able to find some accommodation. But things do not feel normal today. I start off feeling fine but start to feel weaker as the ride progresses. I stop for a nap in a bus shelter. I feel better for a while, but after 60kms things do not feel good at all and I am violently sick. I have food poisoning. I put it down to a dodgy sausage thing that I had for breakie.
I stop again in a bus shelter about 2 kms after I was sick. I feel as weak as a kitten. The nearest town is about 40kms ahead of me but I am not sure what is there. Turkistan I know has accommodation but that is another 230kms away. I think about camping but decide against it. I feel terrible. So I wave a white flag and stick my thumb out. Hopefully an empty lorry will pass that I can get a ride on.
Hitching proves to be mercifully easy. After about 20 minutes a lorry stops that has space. I chuck my bicycle and things in the back and climb into the cab with the driver and mate. Unfortunately I am not good company. Top thoughts on my mind are not being sick again and the distance it is from here to Turkistan. Fortunately the lorry driver is good, and travels swiftly. Every time we pass a police car driver and mate give a sarcastic wave. The driver asks where I am from and points out lorries from all over the region as we head down the road. Feeling terrible I struggle to stay awake. Rude I know when hitching but the last thing I wanted to do was vomit in his cab. We make a big truck stop on the edge of Turkistan by about 10pm, I thank him profusely and head into town. I don't get far before I have to be sick again, but by about 11.30pm I find a hotel and sleep.
I stop again in a bus shelter about 2 kms after I was sick. I feel as weak as a kitten. The nearest town is about 40kms ahead of me but I am not sure what is there. Turkistan I know has accommodation but that is another 230kms away. I think about camping but decide against it. I feel terrible. So I wave a white flag and stick my thumb out. Hopefully an empty lorry will pass that I can get a ride on.
Hitching proves to be mercifully easy. After about 20 minutes a lorry stops that has space. I chuck my bicycle and things in the back and climb into the cab with the driver and mate. Unfortunately I am not good company. Top thoughts on my mind are not being sick again and the distance it is from here to Turkistan. Fortunately the lorry driver is good, and travels swiftly. Every time we pass a police car driver and mate give a sarcastic wave. The driver asks where I am from and points out lorries from all over the region as we head down the road. Feeling terrible I struggle to stay awake. Rude I know when hitching but the last thing I wanted to do was vomit in his cab. We make a big truck stop on the edge of Turkistan by about 10pm, I thank him profusely and head into town. I don't get far before I have to be sick again, but by about 11.30pm I find a hotel and sleep.
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