Day 25 - 3 June Kostanay motorcycle festival First night at the festival was a crazy commotion of stage russian rock music combined with barrels of vodka being consumed. The percentage of sober people must’ve been below 1. I took the safe choice of consuming kvas as I fell in love with the potion and there was no way i was going to get into drinking with kazakh russians. That's probably the reason i did sleep in the tent that night an not somewhere between the trees. The next day I started the oil change procedure and after about 2h and with the help of two fellow motorcyclists who assisted in lifting up the engine on a wooden log and also procured a tool box (I didn't have all the tools I needed for an oil change) I had new oil and filters. I was missing a couple of screws but someone was immediately eager to help in replacing them. Never work with lots of screws in a forest as some of them might be very difficult to find. Place of the crime... ...and all the blood that was shed These guys were horrified at the cumbersome procedure to change oil and filters in a 640 lc4 I could not leave the festival until I appeared on stage and gave a speech about my travels and my impression of the whole event as it became international with my presence. That’s when I also met the one person that was speaking fluent english. She had to exercise her translational skills on stage. Before leaving I took the coordinates of a group of bikers from Astana that were going to ride back to the capital city the next day. This will turn out to be a very fortunate piece of information. I wanted to do part of the almost 800km to Astana and also to avoid sleeping in the rain that the darkening sky was predicting. As i made it back to Kostanay, the only road from the festival toward Astana was via it, the sky was ominous and the drops of rain that were already shutting down made me stop at the first motel that I could find. I do not like riding in rain and it was a fierce storm that I managed to stay out of in a quite pleasant motel with a good chef and a car wash. Just what we needed.