Today we leave our beloved pond, Issyk Kul cross Balykchy, "pleasant" little town, once a tourist destination for Soviet proletariat, now left to itself. Truly an ugly place but somehow fascinating, at least if you like the genre. We note that there is a lot of drunk people, and it's just 2pm. Living here must be pretty bleak.
We wander in search of an ATM who likes our card (Maestro) but no one likes it. We move towards Kochkor, theoretically the largest town in the area where we hope ATMs are more friendly.
Passed Balykchy a dashing wind starts to blow, obviously against us, we cycle to a maximum speed of 10km/h and I occasionally come rattling here and there. I begin to think that the Extrawheel is better than the front bags.
We ride again along our dear Chui river and we stop to camp in a nice small field on the shore, under a large olive tree. Too bad there's the usual garbage left over by some asshole. Tomorrow we'll start the climb to Song Kul lake and we hope the wind would turn, it would be the first time in five months.