We rode on into the evening and onto a road under construction..a few miles on the new road, a few on the support/old road that was appallingly corrugated and hammering the shit out of the bikes and riders . It became clear that we weren't going to find anywhere more suitable that night so we peeled off at a junction and headed off in to the hills to find a quiet spot to camp. There were large grassy areas near a lake but experience told us that it would be Mossie City so we kept steaming on <a href="http://s1283.beta.photobucket.com/user/rodcurrie/media/Russia2012099_zps7a828646.jpg.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://i1283.photobucket.com/albums/a555/rodcurrie/Russia2012099_zps7a828646.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"/></a> We rode overland and found this quiet spot at the bottom of some foothills. It was blowing very hard and it was something of a struggle to get the tents up but after a wee while we were sorted. My stove had gone tits up a few days before so we all gathered round and P boiled enough water so we could knock up a meal. <a href="http://s1283.beta.photobucket.com/user/rodcurrie/media/Russia2012098_zpsa4ffcd0c.jpg.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://i1283.photobucket.com/albums/a555/rodcurrie/Russia2012098_zpsa4ffcd0c.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"/></a> It'd been another long and eventful day and we were all happy to crawl into our pits. I don't know how the other guys felt and I've never articulated it thus but but I had the strangest feeling camping here-like we were were on the moon. There was lots of crap around from livestock but we saw nothing-it was like camping in a vaccuum.