fot. Marek Arcimowicz/www.arcimowicz.com
After 30 hours in bus, I arrived to Bulgan. I spent the night in the hostel, on Sunday morning I repacked and turned the cart. I was about to leave, but it started to blow heavily, and after a while it was raining. At the beginning of the trip I am nervous, I do not feel well. It will pass, but now I’m afraid.
When I saw what was happening outside, I thought I would postpone the start for one day. But then came the thought that if I did not leave immediately, perhaps I would never succeed.
I left at 1 PM. After an hour it stopped raining. On the first day of the trip I went 20 kilometers, I made 400 meters of elevation, the road ran almost all the time uphill. I make a lot of mistakes – classic, proper for the first days on the way. It’s fatigue, I have to catch the rhythm.
Example: I spilled half a liter of water on the sleeping bag and on the floor in the tent. The sleeping bag will dry up at night, I slept water from the floor.
I will travel the first 100 kilometers with asphalt. We traveled this way to Bulgan. From the bus window I saw a dry streambed of a large river that I had previously marked as a water source. But today I should go to a small village with a small stream. I’ll take a water from there.
Heavy, dark clouds are hanging. They protect against the sun – the temperature during the day is about 20 degrees Celsius. I expect rain. Everything stings, everything has spikes, I feel them hammering my butt through the mat. I pitched a tent by the road.
1780 km ahead of me.
