From Omsk on the road to Tyumen

In the morning I had coffee with the Japanese then took back the equipment that I had left at the hotel a few weeks ago. After a quick check, my plan was as follows – bike preparation, go and buy supplies for the increasing hot weather – food and water then get my broken luggage rack fixed. All of it… on my own.

I noticed a few cuts on my rear tire but I judged it suitable for the road anyway. No need of change. I took my time and my 2 Japanese too. Takeshi seemed in trouble with his equipment. I had been telling them they should buy more useful tools but they never thought of stopping for it.

Without any strap or rope, Takeshi struggled with his twisted suitcase. After a while, I got a closer look at his mishmash, took out a strap from my stock and got the cover tied up in 30 seconds. I asked if he had some big sellotape, a cold solder joint etc… Nothing…

Finally I came to the conclusion that I should ride with them again. I led them to Leroy Pipin in a big retail area that I had noticed on the way… Auchan..Obi..Ikea etc etc. Yuki stayed behind watching for the bikes while I took Takeshi shopping…

Since I was at it, I brought myself a pair of security glasses. I had forgotten mine at the back of my motorbike while leaving this morning. Yuki had seen them fall 200 metres before I realized my mistake. Telling me would have been nice… particularly when he had nearly bumped into me this morning. This had put me in a bad mood… and caused the following cascade of events…

I got Takeshi to buy some straps and the essential tools to fix his bike. He also took some glasses and a hammer. A new helmet would have been necessary too I thought. I let him take some pointless goods without a comment in a hope that we didn’t waste too much time in this shop. Back to Yuki, I told him that Takeshi had just discovered an exciting new world…

Yuki decided that he wanted to see the shop too – that is when things went wrong. Yuki kept on shopping for a whole hour and I was getting more and more annoyed. The weather was turning hot and I had nothing to drink. I was bored and increasingly impatient. I went to see what he was doing in the shop and found him at the cashier. Torx key, Allen key… I realized they really had no proper equipment. So what the hell did they carry around?

Yuki was beginning to feel my irritation rising. We went to Auchan where we got turned down by security. They did not want us to park the bikes on the pavement but on the parking very far…That was the last straw! I told the guy to go fuck himself and let Yuki know that I would have rather we had gone on our separate ways. Then I set off. Takeshi followed me. He might have missed something… I pushed him ahead towards his friend who had just overtaken me. I let them go in front… The traffic was terrible and the roads jammed. I decided to ride it Russian style and took the ground left way, overtook the Japanese and discovered there was 2 accidents just a few hundred metres apart. I found a big Camaz garage where I stopped to get my bike fixed.

I was warmly welcomed there and they could repair my rack straight away. KTM paricchhhheeee Dakar…Kamaz Parichhhhhhe Dakar. They offered tea and water. The boss told me I was crazy to do this trip on my own. I saw the Japanese passing by… They confirmed with me on the lining and welding they were going to use for the reparation. I tried to communicate with the workshop foreman then less than half an hour later my rack was fixed and I was on the road again. Break for water and food. I took my time so Yuki and Takeshi could get well ahead.

Nice weather as I was riding but just as many trucks and road works as usual. I decided to head towards Tyumen and choose a spot to stop at the last minute.

On this day, I met some Russian bikers in Honda CB 400. They were going in the direction of the Altai region and had fun comparing my organized bags with the mishmash tied up on their bikes. They asked me if I was on my own. They showed me their 9mm rubber bullet guns and I took out my straight razor…We shared on the Police that still had not arrested me despite of my growing breaches and on the terrible state of the roads that, according the them, seemed to be even worse where I was going… along with the weather…

Surprisingly Takeshi came up to us. The Japanese had split up because he was suffering from his wounds. I let him talk with the Russian and left. Later I met Yuki who had found a hotel in a neighboring village and was waiting for Takeshi …

At the end of the day, I found myself in a gas station with a sort of hotel at the top. I took information and was sent to Alexander who was in charge of the parking security.

Alexander was really drunk already and didn’t speak a word of English. Seeing my passport he laughed because he didn’t understand anything. I checked in myself. It was 300 roubles per night and 50 for the parking… There was 4 rooms in total, quite ok with 2 beds, shared shower and toilets. For the night it would be fine. There were 2 restaurants nearby. Alexander wanted to watch out for my bike and got me to park it just underneath his sentry box. He also offered some tea.

Later I saw Yuki and Takeshi stopped on the side of the road. Takeshi seemed to have problems so I told them about the hotel. They checked in and fixed their bikes. As I had finished my dinner they were still on it…

I left in the morning without saying goodbye…

 

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