Day 4. Feet go numb from the cold water as we leave our camp. Stop at a shop in Kyzart then we go off the main road onto some bumpy gravel heading for Song Kul. After a couple of km's Johns rear rack break. We improvise a new, true bikepacking setup using all our tie down straps. We eat our favourite noodles for lunch. Lie down in the grass for a while. Steady climb now. The view gets better and better. In front of us there's a group of Israeli tourists on horses. The climb is so steep now there's no chance of cycling it. We reach the pass, on the other side we see the beautiful lake Song Kul. Quick down hill before we reach the shore then we continue west. I misjudge a river crossing and get stuck with my feet in the mud. We decide to stop and sleep in a yurt. A lovely family welcomes us and treats us to some lovely bread, jam, tea and dinner. They got Kumis in a bucket in the yurt which we get to try. An acquired taste for sure.
Day 4. Feet go numb from the cold water as we leave our camp. Stop at a shop in Kyzart then we go off the main road onto some bumpy gravel heading for Song Kul. After a couple of km's Johns rear rack break. We improvise a new, true bikepacking setup using all our tie down straps. We eat our favourite noodles for lunch. Lie down in the grass for a while. Steady climb now. The view gets better and better. In front of us there's a group of Israeli tourists on horses. The climb is so steep now there's no chance of cycling it. We reach the pass, on the other side we see the beautiful lake Song Kul. Quick down hill before we reach the shore then we continue west. I misjudge a river crossing and get stuck with my feet in the mud. We decide to stop and sleep in a yurt. A lovely family welcomes us and treats us to some lovely bread, jam, tea and dinner. They got Kumis in a bucket in the yurt which we get to try. An acquired taste for sure.