B - reporting
We woke unfeasibly early on what we are devoutly hoping is our last night of camping. We hit the road as soon as it was light enough - 8:15 (though our watch could be wrong. Guess what - we are confused.) Regardless, we drove off over the bomb site that was the road, veering off onto one of the numerous dirt tracks whenever we could. These tracks were only slightly better than driving on the 'road'. We were worried about poor Swiss, who was making more and more ominous clanking noises at every rut.
It was very windy today, clouds whizzing above and sand whipped into our faces whenever we had to get out of Swiss. We lunched on Pot Noodles and coffee, and continued north west.
We stopped for petrol at Dosser (yes, Dosser!) and then, mirablile dictu, we found a lovely smooth tarmaced road! I now know why the last Pope used to get down and kiss tarmac. We wafted on towards Atryau, amazingly found the hotel easily, and even more amazingly they had a room for us!
Atyrau is on the border between Asia and Europe - the border river, the Ural, winds its way through the town. Exciting, but not as exciting as the Irish pub, O'Neills, we found! We had a beer there, surrounded by what seemed like a million ex-pats, all speaking English, working in the Oil and Gas industry.
We woke unfeasibly early on what we are devoutly hoping is our last night of camping. We hit the road as soon as it was light enough - 8:15 (though our watch could be wrong. Guess what - we are confused.) Regardless, we drove off over the bomb site that was the road, veering off onto one of the numerous dirt tracks whenever we could. These tracks were only slightly better than driving on the 'road'. We were worried about poor Swiss, who was making more and more ominous clanking noises at every rut.
It was very windy today, clouds whizzing above and sand whipped into our faces whenever we had to get out of Swiss. We lunched on Pot Noodles and coffee, and continued north west.
We stopped for petrol at Dosser (yes, Dosser!) and then, mirablile dictu, we found a lovely smooth tarmaced road! I now know why the last Pope used to get down and kiss tarmac. We wafted on towards Atryau, amazingly found the hotel easily, and even more amazingly they had a room for us!
Atyrau is on the border between Asia and Europe - the border river, the Ural, winds its way through the town. Exciting, but not as exciting as the Irish pub, O'Neills, we found! We had a beer there, surrounded by what seemed like a million ex-pats, all speaking English, working in the Oil and Gas industry.
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