Day 52. Quchin - Ashgabat
We were up and away before 7 and made our up to and through the barren hills which is the border to Turkmenistan. The bike was sitting forlornly on a loading dock. We got permission to move it and took it to where we could load it. Mirrors and handgrips twisted and a few rope burns but otherwise intact. Border procedures on both sides were reasonably straightforward, just shelling out money left right and centre but everyone was helpful and professional. Robyn and I were separated for over an hour while I handled the bike stuff. Yay for the first time no bike passport games to play. Thank you to Dick and Diana for the laminating tip. It worked a treat. So I emerged from customs and caught up with Robyn but no guide. The local officials seemed keen for us to leave so we did. The road was deserted and the country hot and barren, temperature well into the 30’s. About 15km down the road we came to a massive checkpoint which is the place where everyone must have their documents che...