Goodbye hometown!

My friends threw a farewell party for me, on friday and lots of people arrived. It was nice. Some suggested that I bring back a wive from central asia, and some were afraid that I won't come back at all. Well, I have no intentions to start herding lambs in Kyrgystan, or to die in mountains. After two days of packing I had a total of 100 litres of equipment in my bags. Total weight is unknow. Some of my stuff will be useless and dumbed along my ride, but it's better to be prepared for worst than be sorry.

First day of travel was short as I left home late. I wanted to ride after sunset, but the road was unlit and I felt unsafe and got bored of cycling through total darkness. I called it a day after 60 km. I set my tent in front yard of unused wooden house on road 110. My tent poles had elastic wire missing. I try to fix that in Helsinki. I made instant potato mash with hot water from my thermos bottle, and added tuna fish. No cooking required! I'm such a lousy cook, but I eat to live, not live to eat. After finishing this blog entry I'll read book about Iran till I fall asleep. Good night.