Day 104. As you were Scotland.

I wake a little chilly. Blearily I leave my tent and look around. The snow line on the mountains is now much lower. No snow where I am as it is low but it is still chilly. I pack a damp tent and get back onto the road. At the first village I find I stop at a shop and get some food. The sun is out and I begin to warm up. I get to Karakol and find the hostel that I plan to meet some of the guys that I met in Bishkek. Being back in the land of the living I log on to the interweb and have a look at the news. Scotland did not vote yes. It voted no. I feel a little disappointing. After spending two days on the bike thinking and imagining what an independent Scotland might mean within a click of the fingers (or online click) I realise it is back to normal in the UK, nothing to see here and move along now.


The road to Karakol.