Pre
@silkroadmountainrace recap:
After cycling thousands of kilometers through Eurasia, I reached Osh at the 1. August . I expected myself to feel proud, happy and relieved, but instead I feel more like a weak heap, because of the tremendously bad diarrhea I have got in Uzbekistan the days before.
I was overwhelmed by my first impressions:
this town is buisy, dirty and decrepit (at least the part that I have seen first. Thanks to
@theunknown_race - crew, who adopted me for some time, I was not too lost and appreciated to have some people around me.
Although I am generally a optimistic person, I can tell, that this time was quite rough, knowig that I have got 14 days to recover, to get used to altitude and to manage my whole race setup let me with a feeling of pressure and frustration.
Soon
@anatole_naimi and
@theklund1 left to bikepack the race route to CP 1, but I wasn't even able to think about riding 40k on tarmac.
So I hitchhiked all the way to Sary Tash (a village in the mountains, where I met
@william._wallace and the
@garbagebagboys , who I already got to know in a Cafe in Osh before. Together we cycled the last 55 k (luckily I was feeling a bit better, reinforced by the views and the local people) up to the Tulpar Yurt camp, where I stayed the following week. Doing nothing, but crocheting, sleeping and eating (and not doing the 2km walk to the Peak Lenin Base camp (CP1)).
On the one hand I felt free: living at the highest point I have ever been with my bike (3.400m), sleeping in a tent and eating self cooked food,
on the other hand I felt alone, weak and I was worried about my not yet existing set up, my health and its impact on the race
