Qandyaghash to Aktobe. 57 milles.
Fast ride this morning, think it was the thought of spending the night in a hotel, well that and a tailwind!
As so often happens when I get to the bigger towns I can never find anything, so when people stop to say hello I usually ask them where things are, like a hotel. Today being no different, I got stopped by these two young men, who didn’t speak english, but they always like to try and have a conversation, which is nice, I asked them where there was a hotel, they drew me a map, but in the end they told me to follow them in their car, so off we set down all these back streets and after about two miles they brought me to this hotel. After thanking them ever so much they went on there way and I went to checkin.
What a lovely helpful girl on reception, I asked her so many questions about this and that and if she didn’t know she asked somebody else, she even wrote me a note to take to a garage so I can get some stuff to clean my chain with, well I think that’s what the note says it might say something like “I’m a tourist I don’t speak your language, but just smile and humour me and after a while I’ll go away!”