The intrepid threesome arrive in Tynda to a huge street parade and a wonderful celebration and Jo thinks it must be for them. At dinner the sashlick is the best they have ever tasted and in this town when it rains, it pours!
Glorious day and we’re away by 7am, headed today to Neryungri, a further 265kms south. But we spoke too soon, today’s road soon turns back to metal and hardpack with the occasional respite of tarseal only. Morning chai on an abandoned road bridge and lunch at a truckstop café at Bol’shoi Khatimi made for a straightforward transit day through thousands of hectares of Sibarian conifers. No farming at all to be seen – indeed we only have seen a little and that was way back north around Khandyga. The GPS points us toward a Gastronista in Neryungri but it’s long gone so we head to the centre of town and spot a couple en route, one of which fits the bill nicely. Further, there’s a car wash just 1 km away so we’re able to get the inches of mud dislodged from the bikes at last. Good to see also that the welds on Dave and Jo’s bike have survived the pummelling from todays corrugated roads. Dinner tonight is the traditional salami, cheese, noodles, beer and chippie – we’re all too shagged to look for a restaurant.