Well, nobody can say I didn't spend enough time in Moscow. Overall I was there for about three weeks.
In my previous blog I mentioned my bike breaking down. I managed to limp it back to Moscow and with help of my friend Vladimir we got it to a garage he recommended.
Now here was the fun part. The garage got back to me two days later with the results of my problem and all the part numbers I need. The 3rd drive gear had broke and needed replacing along with all new gaskets. No problem I thought. I'm in Moscow and will get them here. Well... no. Apparently there's nothing here and I need to order the parts in from abroad.
After about a week of searching for the best option with much help from my friend Joris in Belgium. He helped me find a breaker in Holland who would ship good second hand parts to Moscow for me.
My time in Moscow was not too good though. I was staying in a cheap hostel but with a good location. I met a lot of cool people who were traveling and I got to see the sights. I'm a person that doesn't do too good in cities. After a couple of days I need to leave.
I found myself getting really down. And when that happens your mind plays with you. I started thinking if this trip was the right decision. I started thinking of home, my complete lack of security in life now. Spending all my savings. I knew I was thinking this because I felt trapped and couldn't escape. Everyday I needed to get back on the road more and more.
To make things worse, while I was there I had my GoPro, phone and cash stolen from me whilst I was in the shower. Really annoyed and upset as I lost a lot of footage and pictures that I will never get back again. Now this could have happened anywhere in the world and has no reflection on the Russian people. I have nothing but good things to say about the people. I have been helped so much, taken into their homes, fed and given a bed for the night.
I really struggled at this point. In the city is a climbing gym and I packed my climbing shoes on this trip. Was real good to do one of my favourite hobbies and take my mind of things.
It took two weeks of waiting for the parts to arrive, clear customs and arrive in the hands of my friend Vladimir. Three days later the garage had repaired my bike and I was back on the road with a smile on my face. And damn it feels good to be free again.
The plan now is to head East and make my way towards the Mongolian border. I'm so happy to be on the road again and sharing my story with you. Thank you for your continued interest. I have received some amazing messages of support and I thank all of you. Thanks for taking the time to read this blog. I hope you're good and I shall write again soon further down the road.