While the guys and girl were motoring down "The Southern Route", I was now on "The Northern Route", and left Ulaangom about 9am. Northern Route ... a multi lane highway So many vistas in Mongolia are simply stunning ... and of the essence of Mongolia. This to me is one of them: I made great progress, getting to the outskirts of Bayantes (350 km) by 1:30pm. Bayantes was my halfway point on the days ride. I would stop there for some fuel and food. There, about 5 km from Bayantes, I encountered a flash flood across the road. I thought I could see an easy way across it only about 3 metres (9 feet) wide and blasted in. It was surprisingly deep and the bike became stuck in a very slippery muddy bottom. I struggled to keep the bike upright as it became stuck, but managed to dismount on the downstream side to try to counterbalance the huge force of the water trying to tip the bike over. I started the engine and tried to power walk it out, but neither the wheels nor my feet could get any traction. I was stuck there. I couldn't move or the bike would topple over in the knee deep torrent. I would have to stand there holding the bike until someone else arrived. I looked down at the water torrent bashing into the bike ... the front hub was taking a thrashing from the filthy brown water. About half an hour later a family in a 4WD approached. I signalled to them for help and they came over. Everyone got out of the car - about 7 of them, including women and old women. They attached a rope to the front of my bike and most hauled on the rope while I directed a couple of the boys to try and turn my front wheel. The bike wasnt budging. We were about to give up and attach the rope to the 4WD when we finally got some traction and the mud covered bike popped free. It was now 2pm, and I could get back on my merry way. I figured I had about 350 km to go to my daily target, the town of Moron - and I still had 7 hours of daylight. The world was still good.