No point hanging around Bishkek whilst we await our Uzbek visa, which could take up to 10 working days. So first stop out to an industrial area on the west side to pick up some spare 6204zz bearings for the rear wheel, after donating our spares to Dariusz a week ago in China. Forty five minutes later after crossing Bishkek and exiting the town on the east side I could hear a distinct tickity-tickity clunk, tickity-tickity clunk. Fook, your kidding me! The decidedly dodgy Indian bearing of indeterminable parentage, fitted in Kargil Kashmir, had gone tits up after only 5000 klms or there abouts. Nothing for it, but to turn back and find a suitable place to conduct a little motorcycle surgery. Bearings can be found here, Russian if your brave, Japanese if your sensible. I'll have NSK, Nachi, SKF thank you very much. I'm a firm believer in a "poor man pays twice" philosophy. Dodgy Indian bearing after 5000 klms. Smiling workshop owner who wouldn't accept any money for the use of his tools and facility's. Friendly mob, these Kyrgy's. Well, mostly friendly, if they wear a police uniform treat with a huge dose of caution. We were warned that the average copper earns US $80 per month and the average apartment in Bishkek is US$300 a month. Now you don't have to be Einstein to figure out that simply doesn't add up. Anyways about 2 hours out of Bishkek and on our way to Issyk Kul ( Issyk lake ) we were pulled over for the first time since leaving home. Accused of speeding, he had me doing 74 klm/hr in an 80 klm/hr zone and tried to bluff a bribe out of me. I arced up and finally he realised I wasn't going to bend to his little scam. So in frustration he says "go go". "Yes and up your's too sir, I don't need to be asked twice". Perhaps the authorities need to pay their finest a living wage. Seems a simple enough solution to me.