After a fantastic Pork loin in mustard and white wine sauce cooked by Caroline (guess what was left on the truck - and we had to sneak the wine away from the boozers!), the moquitoes moved in for the kill;
So, nothing left but to go to bed early!
By morning, the mist had come down, but still the mozzies were biting;
Scott refused to leave his tent, and rang for his butler for 'tent service' to get his morning coffee;
Soon on the road, now complete with more mozzie bites around our necks (everything else is covered with biker gear), the sun came out;
Infact, the roads improved (to tarmac), and cafe's and shops started to appear - woohoo;
For the next 200 miles, we crossed basically one big swamp (mozzies), so rather than camp again, the majority of us split off from the expedition, and sought out a hotel in Khabarovsk - luxury !!
Khabarovsk - what a great city; more European than Russian! We met up at the local 'Harley Davidson Bar' to a very friendly reception, and had a great evening with plenty of beer and some new friends.
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