Barnaul

Barnaul, Russia. The white warrior needed some work done to her after the Kazakhstan roads so we checked into a hotel for the night. Showered and ate some food and relaxed before the push to Mongolia. Woken up in the morning by the mechanic charging into our room with a bottle of wine - the car was ready and there was a party forming outside the hotel with the mechanics and anyone else who wanted to join in and drink vodka and listen to pounding russian russian techno at 8 in the morning. Soon the inevitable huge glasses of vodka were being necked, followed by brotherly hugging and lots of photos. The party was finally broken up by the manageress of the hotel who was rather annoyed by the street gathering and we set of for an amusing drive to the Mongolian border listening to the techno CDs we had been given.

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