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road headed north and immediately the landscape changed into one that was reminiscent of that of the Indian Himalayas ; high altitude desert with impressive valleys cut by more impressive rivers . At times I was the only traveller , the road was sublime , fast flowing curves where the bike felt at home , the rider euphoric . I laughed at myself , oh if not for a hangover , I would not have had this chance on my own . I hoped that this day would never end .
Crossing the Kürp-Say reservoir the riding continued to impress , whomever had created this road was a rider , modern and perfectly sealed tarmac , wide open vision with a selection of corners that would make any MotoGP rider salivate . I wanted to stop to take in the view , but something drove me on wanting more of this riding heaven .
The landscapes of this region seemed painted by the brush of a watercolour artist , surreal , yet vibrant . Roadside cemeteries a tribute to the past as many small villages were now just ruins of a life moved on . The once busy outposts of a trade route created by the Mongol Empire now nothing more than relics of the past , the
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