I have to make sure that the ground was clean and clear without any obstacles because there might be branches fell from the trees, stones, or some hard objects on the ground. Therefore, clearing the ground is a must, if not I will feel uncomfortable when sleeping inside the tent, I might also afraid that it might tear the bottom of the tent if I did not check properly.  Okay,

We reach Zhanakorgan”, a small district in southern Kazakhstan. It’s spell “ “ZHANAKORGAN”, not  MAHAKOPFAH…HAHA I think all of the kids around here are pro in riding their bicycles as I notice many of them did not have the braking system but they still handle it very well.   Okay, I have to stop and take a photo of this, my favorite BMW E34. This car is the third generation of

Arrived in Turkestan, a small city with around 100k population.  I have no idea where the water came from, the road was full of grass and trees, I think maybe is from underground or somewhere…I have to figure it out!! Guess what, the water was actually from a running drain!! Yes, from a drain…it was cold and chill, it was like the water you get from the alps, crystal clean

After a long ride, we finally reached, Shymkent, a city of Kazakhstan near the border with Uzbekistan. The city was the third most populous city in Kazakhstan behind Almaty and Nur-Sultan. The humidity in this area was mostly less than 50% and it was raining most of the time. I am desperately looking for a shop, which selling tent for me. For me, a tent is a house, a bungalow

The lady must be thinking “Are you going to buy or just come and take photo…” The lady was selling many different grades of honey, you could find many stalls selling honey along the road. I have no idea what she explained, anyway I have bought 2 cans for my bread and the price was around RM20 for a small jar . I am not alone and we were cycling in