2006 год

Stopped by Laos, immediately call Hanging. His brother replied that Visay with his partner went to Myanmar for 2 days (project to install a plant for processing coconut). Will have to go alone, as there is no time to wait Hanging. The village of PAK O is 300 km away and the rain pours like a bucket… Yes, still the rainy season – a serious thing. I don’t even have time to cover the motorcycle from the rain. All clothes and bags sopping wet. Every time before bed need to dry, or in a day or two will have to go.

Was able to drive only 200 km brought me such downpour, that 5 meters can not see anything. The cars are going at speeds of 20-30 km/h Began to look for a hotel to wait out the chaos. Already became get dark, and on a highway no hotels there is no. Decided to move out of the way to the village and settle down for the night. The owner of the shop selling spare parts for mopeds found me a room on the second floor. Made me cover tent motorcycle (not to tease the local fellowship) and sent me to bed. Oh, the horror! Himself inconvenience. Mood I had a panic, are these rains will be to Australia? And then there’s the telephone stopped working, the connection was lost, no place to recharge. Complete solitude. At this point, it was so creepy that I was even in this weather to sit down and go, go, go in the direction of Australia. If only not to stop, not to sit and wait for the sea weather, and then all sorts of bad thoughts climb in a head. And bike it’s time to check, and the front wheel rattles as much as the tinnitus. I think that’s okay, just got the stones between the disc and the pads. Come to Thailand, be sure to do the maintenance of the motorcycle.

In the morning, when I drove up to the village of PAK-O, I got through to the Russian Consul Elshad. Explained how to drive up to the cave-on the other hand, only have to go around by boat. I tell him that I need to be photographed on a motorcycle, and on a motorcycle it turns out that it is not possible, because you need to pass two bridges over the river.

The first thing I decided to walk through the village, take pictures, eat and taste the wines for something special. Wine is not even necessary to buy, it is served in glasses to the table for free. Ordinary taste of dry sour wine with astringent property in the mouth. And here is fish assorted from this small river was simply yummy! You do not need to turn it into some dish with the help of different spices, it is already ready for use. Here, in my opinion, the biggest Buddha on earth, I photographed it. 80 meters in height will be.

Tourists not so much. From the CIS countries in General and no one noticed. Lots of English, Dutch. Most likely, they come from Thailand with their mysteries. There are a lot of Ministers of the Buddhist Church here, they have a temple here. Probably, because the place here is considered sacred. No beggars. Poor, too, not in sight. Still, much more needs to be done to attract tourists. Here, for example, built – and they function! – special steam baths with Lao massage. Many sell any Souvenirs, but, basically, all natural – tiger fangs, elephant tusks, figurines of ancient Buddha, skins (pieces) of animals, dried snakes. Caves are very impressive, but for some reason no one uses the services of a guide (or maybe they do not?). All you have to look alone. All very much overgrown with jungle and gives the impression of untouched nature.

I want to convey to readers my favorite newspaper “Komsomolskaya Pravda” a big Hello and a lot of patience. After all, motor rally is still only in the initial stage, and we are waiting for a lot of interesting and exciting ahead. And different situations make adjustments to the project… I do not accompanied by a JEEP with security and plenty of bells and whistles as some of the bikers-krugosvetku. And a few words about my main sponsor – JSC “Kazkommertsbank”. Thank you! The Visa card works flawlessly. Also greetings friends-bikers-Fazer, the Mole, Margeladze, California, sons Dima and Denis, wife Natalia!

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