twotoneams went for a bike ride.
August 29, 2018
I slept well but diarrhoea had reared its ugly head in the night. I woke up feeling better I thought but extremely weak. 6am, then snoozed. 7am then snoozed. 8 am up.I went with the 8 year old son & his father to corral the horses to milk the mares for kumis. Seeing the son with his father made me miss mine so sorely. Every kid reminded me of my own. As ill as I was from likely the fast food I ingested in Naryn, my sadness certainly weighed on me too.Once I departed, I could barely ride my bike. I walked. A LOT. I had hoped to get across the valley and up on the plateau but NOPE. 30km did bring me to the end but I was completely toast. I had awful diarrhoea the entire day.I saw a shepherd’s tent and asked to lay down. I immediately passed out around 16:00 and up much later for dinner with him. His name was Ramir.I hoped to make it to Issyk Kul tomorrow. Albeit a day late but at least I’d make it to Cp3. Ramir made an amazing dinner and we had a great time trying to tell each other stories.Heartache had really reached fever pitch too. My heart has been aching for days and I’m tired of being alone. I wanted to be home and hold Otto & Mira. To hold Kristy and to rest. I wrote: “a long ways to go before that!” At around 9pm, I passed back out.
August 20, 2019