The feeling remains is weird, we do not perceive anything of the kilometers traveled, the different landscapes, the people changing.
Flying to the place a few months before you have reached overland, crossing slowly all the nuances of the landscape, the faces and costumes undoubtedly gives a shock, enlighten on the schizoid nature of the flight, a sort of teleport that breaks down the cells of the universe and reconfigures without continuity.
However we are happy to be back and to finally set off again. We're already a month late on our schedule. And yet we are not entirely convinced of the path we want to do. Or rather, we are not convinced about going to Mongolia with our bikes, which are not just ideal for off road routes... we'll see. Surely is that we returned to Bishkek without a Chinese visa we could do in Italy, and instead we waited because we were promised a longer visa by our "production", a promise that didn't realized.