Motorcycle Explorer February 2015 Issue 4 | Page 40

T
o top it all off, we were
down to our last drops of
water in our bottles. Since the
sun was still shining high in
the sky, we still had many
hours of riding across the
rocks, sand and numerous
mirages ahead of us.
Obviously, the Gobi Desert
gets bored from time to time,
and decides toplay with us. It
knows all its visitors, their
intentions, and why they are
crossing it. I could just feel
this, and believed that the
Gobi would take care of
everything. And that’s how it
went. There, under the shade
of a prickly bush, we noticed a
cool stream. The icy cap of
the mountain’s peak in the
distance was melting under
the summer sun, causing
streams of water to flow
down it.
A thin, cool and clear stream
of water trickled down the
valley. After we refreshed
ourselves, we filled our
bottles with drinking water.
And as a compensation prize
for having had to “play
around” with the tire tubes,
the sky presented us with a
unique spectacle: in the
distance, the red ball was
about to descend behind the
peaks of the distant Altai
Mountains. We decided to ride
westward some more. About
an hour later, tired from the
dynamic events of the day, we
set up our tents in the sand
and hit the sack.