Depuis Oulan Bator, nous nous lançons dans la traversée d’une grande zone désertique, sur les bords du fameux désert du Gobi. Cette épopée se déroule en deux temps. D’abord en Mongolie – la vraie, puis en Mongolie intérieure – la province de Chine.
Les amateurs de grandes dunes, vont être déçus, we don & rsquo; seen anything like…
For the Mongolian part, say sand, there was enough to push us even downhill bikes on our eternal tracks. It should be noted that the road linking the capital to the border is under construction on nearby 400 bounds, total commuting d & rsquo; approximately 600, that's a lot of tracks !
But that & rsquo;'s not what gave us the most trouble ! To begin, my valiant derailleur eventually expired its last squeak gear in burned desert grasses (but at the beginning, otherwise it n & rsquo;'s not funny !). Yet he had fought, invalid, over 10 000km after accident. Remember, l & rsquo; Italie ! Finally, we are in the middle of nowhere, about 200 kilometers after Ulan Bator, no need to think about finding a replacement part here. D’abord, we try to think, but n & rsquo;'s not easy with the sun that hits us on the head. Then tries & rsquo; call a joker, but the & rsquo; used in the previous round. We are obliged & rsquo; take drastic measures : I'll ride with one speed up & rsquo; so that & rsquo; we can repair, c & rsquo; has to say, en Chine…
Technically, we racourcissons chain, we find a report that appears consistent with the sandy terrain but flat and s & rsquo; arranged so that the chain can not change gears. Here, now, he'll have to slide downhill as we can and give all that & rsquo; may climb, no question of changing gears ! Regularly, I must go down to the coast yet not witches, mais pas envisageables avec le rapport en place. Nous établissons un vrai travail d’équipe avec Guilhem qui vient en renfort sur certaines montées juste trop raides ou pour me tirer en descente ! Ca fonctionne, je n’aurais pas pensé, même si ça demande un effort bien différent que lorsqu’on a des vitesses ! Mais il semble que le Gobi ne se laisse pas traverser aussi facilement… Le vent nous taquine de côté/face depuis déjà quelques jours, ce qui n’est pas facile, quand un soir, it really became stronger and unleashes an incredible storm. I declare this the most eventful night of travel ! First, c & rsquo; was funny, we watched lightning, but when all the sardines were taken down and that & rsquo; he had to hold the tent to relieve his poor hoops, we laughed a little less. Besides that & rsquo; impermeability of this kind & rsquo; facility limits… L & rsquo; thunderstorm and heavy rain continued throughout the night and up & rsquo; tomorrow at 15h. Both say that we were not malignant, wrapped up in our sleeping bags soaked, without being able to close the & rsquo; eyes all night and all our stuff valdinguées wind !
All this water – you were told that we don & rsquo; were not in a real desert…, has wet tracks and when we try & rsquo; ship the next day, we sink with every pedal stroke, we see cars crossing d & rsquo; huge puddles & rsquo; water and mud; s & rsquo;'s too much, we decide to hitchhike ! First, we believe reach the next town, but our drivers are up & rsquo; China, allons-y ! We look forward to leaving the country full of large vodka and join a new horizon. And then, in the trailer of the big rig bearing down on rutted tracks, it & rsquo s; Fun to play “flexion-extension” !
In one-hand turns, we travel about 300km and we leave Mongolia, his camels, his eternal path along the railway track, and everything else (same s & rsquo; he n & rsquo; there is not much).
It remains to cross the damn border by bus (we don & rsquo; not have the right to cross otherwise that & rsquo; Motor vehicle, who knows why), and here we are in another country.
C & rsquo;'s magic borders, c & rsquo;'s me who tells you !