Finishing a long distance tour, as you can imagine, comes with mixed emotions.  While you may be more than ready to be finished with sleeping in a tent surrounded by snoring, burping, farting riders and you may have grown tired of having to stick to someone else's intinerary there are always things you'll miss.  Here's a list of 5 things I will miss about the 2010 Amber Route.  

There is nothing quite like waking up in the middle of the night to the sounds and actions of a fierce thunderstorm.  At first you're groggy and confused.  Then as you realize what is happening and why the side of your tents seems to be collapsing inward you begin the slow, internal process of deciding what to do.  The water puddling under your tent is a bt disconcerting but you trust you tents waterproof floor, or do you?  Obviously you should get up and stake your tent out better but that means getting wet and you're so comfortable in your nice warm, dry sleeping bag.  How long can the storm last really?  My solution was to put my feet into two corners of my tent and my arms into the other two in order to reinforce the walls against the battering wind.  It's quite difficult to sleep in this 'upside down turtle' position but at them time it seemed better than getting wet.  

Only 1 week left!  We just crossed in to Slovenia in the middle of our longest stretch between rest days.  Six days of cycling from Bratislava to Ljubljana (Lou bee ah na).  The first few days we rode along the border between Austria and Hungary.  Fifteen years ago it would have been impossible to cross those borders so easily. Today you can hardly notice.  Austria made a big impression on me.  Very beautiful countryside.  The riding was dreamy.  Easy rolling hills through wine county and along a great network of bike paths that took you to all these quaint villages where local fruit and wine was sold everywhere.  The apple strudel, washed down with an ice coffee, was the perfect mid ride snack.  Today we entered Slovenia with the first significant climb since the lesser Tatra mountains.  But the day ended with about 20 kms of decent and Ruth was waiting in camp with a home made Hungarian goulash and some black currant wine that a few rider bought on a city tour back in Bratislava.  It's tough on tour, I'm not sure how I've managed to survive.

At the end of May I wanted to do a "Century Ride" (100 miles not 100 kms), to celebrate turning 60.   Today I did it.  Although the ride was supposed to be 140km.

I missed a turn and went for a bonus tour (we never get lost, we go for bonus tours). At first I was told that someone tried to catch me, but they couldn't catch up. Later I found out no one tried as they felt that they might not be able to catch me so why bother. Nelson was the closest behind me and at first he said he yelled that I had missed the turn. Later in camp he told me he only whispered.  Thanks Nelson :)

This diversion should not have been as long as it was. When I noticed that the highway numbers weren't what they should be I stopped. I was straddling my bike looking at a map when a local rode up on his bike. He stopped to help. My history with getting locals to help has been less than stellar and this one did nothing to alter the abysmal record.  I showed him the map I had. Maybe if I go to the next town I could take the highway and link up with the route. No, no, no.  Cars, whoosh, whoosh.  So I show him the town/hamlet/ or something less substantial of Los on the map. Ah the light goes on. Go back 2km and turn right that is Los.  Off I go with some trepidation as this is the road I just came along and I don't remember seeing the town of Los. But I may have missed it; after all he is the local and should know. Notice I said should. If I hadn't met this local I would have taken the other road at my disposal. It seemed to be going roughly in the direction I thought I should go, as it might intersect with the road I wanted. It didn't have the correct highway number but the direction looked good. But trust the local, so says Henry (boss of TdA).  Well 2km back no Los. 5km back no Los. 8km back no Los. 10km back no Los  But I'm into another town where I know I was on the right road. There I see a sign with the highway number I am looking for. Then I see the orange ribbons. Oops can't blame anyone else for this bonus tour. Now I'm thinking I've just biked over 20km to get back on track. The road is not too bad and now I'm certain I must be the last in the group.  Time to start to push the pedal to the metal, which is a stupid expression to use while cycling.

Off I go. After about 10km I come to the town of Los. And what do I see off to my right but the highway numbers I was at 20km ago while talking to the local.  Now I figure out that if I had taken that road to the right I might have been in Lotz in 2km.  He sent me on the 20km route to Los not the 2km route.

The weather is starting to warm up but my blood is beginning to boil.  Within 3 minutes of passing this road who do I see?  That damn local who put me on the 20km route to Los. No wonder he looked surprized.  If I wasn't going along in the high twenties I would have jumped off my bike right then and there to inflict some grievous verbal abuse. But getting off a bike at close to 30 will hurt. I let it go.  Well...Almost. For the next 20km I rained curses, chants and spells upon him, his children and his children's children.  The bum will probably become celebate  just to spite me.

Lots of kidding and joking when I arrive in camp. Communications experts should study how people who are ahead of me and not in communication with others know all the details of my bonus tour. Amazing.

Dinner was good chicken, mashed potatoes, and curried veggies.  Today was Walkers birthday so he bought ice cream and chocolates to celebrate. Great dessert.

Happy Anniversary Linda!!  Thank-You for all you do for me. I sincerely appreciate your loving kindness.

And for all that Linda does, my rear shifter is now on my bike. Paul and Pioter put it on this evening. Tomorrow they will put the other one one so I have matching brakes/shifters.  Very nice shifters and if you are not into bikes it may seem like a so what is the big deal.  For those who are, they are Campy Chorus. Oh so sweet!!  Okay I'll stop drooling.

Nothing too much more to report. At 145km it was a long day for some. At 165km it was a longer day for others. For some they had never ridden this far before. And it is always a great accomplishment, and they should be very proud of themselves  I hope they are writing this in their journals, blogs, and telling their friends and family. 
Tomorrow is supposed to be an even longer day.  More personal acheivements, and possibly more tender behinds.  Hopefully I have no more bonus tours.  A 200km day would be a tough one.

While checking this over I got some leg cramps. First in my right leg in the hamstrings then another in the left leg in the calf. All within 5 seconds of each other. The cramp in the left leg has moved to the muscle on the outside of my shin.  While cramps can be very painful you can usually do something to stretch them out. It is a little more difficult in a tent that is marginally larger than an Eygptian sarcophagus.

Good night. Tonight we are being serenaded  to sleep with the sounds of a Polish rock band playing an open air concert nearby.  Where is a brutally intense thunderstorm when you really need one?


    -- Ross Thomson

The Back Nine Take a Break

Excitement and trepidation, these were the two emotions that best described how we felt cycling out of St. Petersburg 2200 kms ago.  Stella and I had not done any serious long distance cycling prior to signing up for two section of this Amber Route.  We hoped that our mountain climbing and multi-week hiking excursions would help but realized that just doing it was the only way to really know if we could manage the heat and the long days that a tour like this demanded.

We had hoped that there would be plenty of time to ‘stop and smell the roses’ as we cycled along but with an average of 100 kms a day that was not to be for those of us at the back of the pack.  What we did get was great camaraderie, assistance as needed by cyclists and staff, an overall feeling of accomplishment and the opportunity to visit 5 countries that, while worth visiting, were not high on our list of must see places.

Rest days were busy with laundry and internet and bike maintenance.  Our hotels were ideally located in the center of the ‘Old City’ in each of the historic towns we stayed in.  The old town in places like, Tallinn, Riga, Vilnius and Krakow offered lots of charm, history on culture.  Not to mention cold beer and great local cuisine.

For myself and several other cyclists the ride out of St. Petersburg represented a PB, a personal best, the longest distance we had ever ridden on a bike!  Between St. Petersburg and Krakow I continued to reach PBs, including riding back to back 145 kms days!  On tour is seemed there was never a time for complacency, the bar continued to be raised higher each week.  

Would I do it again?  Most Definitely!

Sally Holden
Vancouver, Canada


Sally joined the tour from St. Petersburg, Russia to Krakow, Poland.  She road every day with a smile on her face and was a pleasure to have on tour.  In addition to cycling over 2200 kms Sally also raised $2000 for the Tour d’Afrique Foundation.  Because of her efforts we will be able to donate an additional 20 bikes to healthcare organizations in Africa in 2011.  Thanks Sally! Paul McManus.

Paul

Ron and Nini

Today is rest day. Today is also exactly the mid point of the tour. We arrived in Warsaw yesterday and today is exactly three weeks from the start of the Amber Route. We have so far traveled in Russia, Estonia, Latvia, Lithuania and few days in Poland. In 21 days of travel we have had only one real rainy day. The rest of the time it was pleasant and warm. If anything it has been very warm, unusually warm for this part of the world.

We had seen some impressive modern cities, very impressive. We have been on some great cycling routes. So when I sat down, I thought that I would write about the great architecture we have seen, the sad not too distant history we have observed on our city tours, the fantastic food we have eaten, the wonderful country side we have traveled or perhaps about the thousands of stylish, attractive woman we have watched while rehydrating from our long rides. But I thought that I'd rather write about the human spirit I have come across on the tour.

When you first meet Ron, you noticed immediately, that he walks a bit awkwardly and he talks a bit from the side of his mouth. Ron does not seem to be very talkative but on the whole he looks like the rest of us. Ron is a judge in Utah. Not just any judge, Ron is on the Supreme Court of Utah. Ron also had severe cancer several years ago, but he recovered. It was not easy. As a result of the treatment Ron had a stroke.

Last winter after signing for the Amber Tour, Ron had a second stroke. With great reluctance on our part and with Ron signing all the release documents we could think of, Ron showed up with his wife Nini (another marvelous human being but that is another story) in St. Petersburg ready to ride. And riding he has been. So far, in spite of the heat wave, some longer distances than we had planned and some other challenges that he faces, Ron has cycled EFI or as some like to call Every F… Inch.

On a convoy leaving Vilnius last week, Ron, Sven and I were in the back and due to a traffic light we were separated from the convoy. On the next intersection the convoy took a left turn, but the three of us didn’t see this and we continued straight on. Thus we had to find our own way out of the city. The route we took at one point got a bit tough. After about 20 minutes of the rough route with fast moving vehicles zooming by us, Ron announced: “I need a break”. So we pulled to the side. Ron looked at me and Sven and said: “Just so that we are on the same wavelength, this road stinks”.  And he got on a bike and continued.

So yes the tour so far has been amazing - but not as remarkable as being able to share the time with the wonderful group of people that are cycling the tour.

Ron rolled into the lunch stop and announced “ At the risk of sounding overly critical, I’m really getting tired of these stretches of sucker pavement”  For the past two days our route has included 20 – 30 kms of gravel road which, at times, has been corrugated and rough.  On today’s route every two or three kms of gravel was interrupted by 200 or 300 meters of pavement.  This often led to a feeling of relief or elation amongst the riders (especially Ron) but a great sense of disappointment when they realized how short the paved stretch would last.  

Today we crossed into Latvia from Estonia on a small, little used road that also serves as part of the Euro Velo bike path.  The border crossing couldn’t have been easier.  No checkpoints, no border guards, just a simple sign that said Latvia.  If you paid close attention you did notice a subtle change in the housing styles and design of the street signs.  Last evening brought heavy rain and the residual cloud cover has made the day windy and cool, a nice change from the heat of the past week.  The Euro Velo continues to impress with beautiful curving, tree lined streets almost devoid of traffic.  The route is punctuated with café’s and coffee shops that offer cold drinks and cakes as well as a chance to relax and do some people watching.  In two days we reach Riga, the port capital of Latvia for a rest day. 

Church in Estonia

At a small amber shop in Tallinn I stopped in to take a look.  I’ve always loved amber jewelry but never known much about, except of course that you can extract dinosaur DNA from bugs trapped inside it and grow a Tyrannosaurus Rex in a jar.  The jewelry in the shop was gorgeous, and unfortunately, very expensive.  Five hundred Euros was a bit more than I could spend on a souvenir necklace for my niece.  What surprised me the most was the variety of colors. Amber can be found in over 250 colors, according to the pretty young clerk in the store.  Baltic Amber, which was what was sold here, is mined from all over the Baltic States (Estonia, Latvia and Lithuania) and Russia.  Some of it also comes out of the Baltic Sea.  Some of Ambers many colors are natural, depending on what soil or water the tree sap was petrified in.  White Amber has more than 1,000,000 tiny air bubbles per cubic millimeter to give it an Ivory glow.  Other colors are derived from the age of the Amber or sometimes from special treatments after it has been harvested.  A traditional way to darken amber is to boil it in honey.   While the amber jewelry in the shop was beautiful it was all a bit beyond my price range so I thanked the clerk and continued my walk of the old city.

The 2010 Amber route started from St. Petersburg on July 11th with 31 riders and 7 staff.  St. Petersburg is a spectacular city to visit.  Our hotel, located in Petrograd, was within walking distance of the Cathedral of the Savior on Blood, The Hermitage (the largest museum in the world and a fabulous piece of architecture) and St. Isaacs Cathedral.  One of the favorite places to visit amongst TdA riders seems to be the Vodka Museum.  The city is well laid out and very attractive with the Neva River running thru the center and dozens of pedestrian plazas and cafés to hang out in and watch the world go by.

The Amber route tour was designed to be enjoyed at a pace different from many of our other tours.  The distances are relatively short (avg 100 kms a day) and the terrain is easy going, mostly flat and paved road surfaces on lesser travelled roads and bike paths.   The relaxed pace and mood is a nice change from the pressure of racing across Africa or race to beat the heat in the desert on the Silk Route.  The group is made up of mostly experienced cyclists and travelers who know more or less what to expect on a tour of this nature in general are a pretty easy going group who look out for each other and offer support when needed.

We spent only two days riding in Russia.  Our first camp was located at the base of an old castle, a nice spot except for a few locals who had consumed a bit too much vodka and were a bit too enthusiastic about our presence in their community.  In doesn’t get dark in Russia until very late, around 2 am, and even then it’s not total darkness but a kind of dusky twilight.  This can be a bit disorienting since you go to bed at nine or ten pm wheh it’s fully light out.  Often I wake up at 3 or 4 and think it’s 7 in the morning based on the light outside.  As we move south and west towards Venice things will get a bit more normal and my body seems to be adjusting anyway.  From our first camp at the castle we crossed the border into Estonia where almost immediately the change in culture could felt.  Historically Estonia has not had a great relationship with Russia.  They have a large population of Russian immigrants and ever since the Russians tried to instigate a separatist movement amongst Russian immigrants in Georgia the Estonians have been wary of a similar problem erupting in their country.  But unlike Georgia, Estonia is  a NATO country so it’s unlikely Russia would try anything like that here.  Estonia shares a common heritage with Finland.  The language is similar to Finnish and evey where you look are tall, blonde, attractive men and women with blue eyes.  The Estonians I’ve met are polite and reserved, but very helpful.  The country has pretty low population density, about 1/3 of the population lives in the capital, Tallinn.  The route we take mostly follows the tree lined Euro Velo bike route through acres of farmland and fields of canola flowers and lavender.  Our camps in Estonia have been a real treat.  Every one so far has had a place to swim (either in the Baltic sea or in the local pool).  WiFi is really common and every camp has had it available.   Compared to our Africa tour, this tour makes you feel pampered.  From Tallinn we cycle two days to the Latvian border and in a couple more days we arrive in the capital, Riga.   Perhaps there I’ll be able to find some amber jewelry that better fits my budget!

The Amber Route Riders, St Petersberg, Russia.

The Drive.

The short version:

Arrived Samarkand 2 pm on July 4th , boxed bikes, packed van, created slideshow, went to Awards dinner, went to bed 1 am.  Woke up 5am.  Settled finances with local support, looked up route on google, downloaded Russia maps, talk to local driver who had driven the same route.   Left Samarkand 1 pm on July 5th.  Arrived St. Petersburg 3 pm on July 10th having crossed two borders and driven almost 5000 kms.
 
Day 1:  Samarkand to Shymkent: 439 kms, 8 hrs (3 hrs stopped at border into Kazakhstan) Good Roads.  Left at 1 pm.  Slept in sheep pasture

Day 2: Shymkent to Aral: 967 kms, 16 hrs driving, 2.5 hrs stopped (for gas, food, being pulled over by cops etc…) Slept in desert.

Day 3:  Aral to Oral:  1450 kms, 17 hrs.  Started at 5 am.  2.5 hrs stopped. Slept in Desert.  Some of the worst roads I’ve ever seen, and some of the best.

Day 4:  Oral, cross Russian Border, to Penza. 715 kms, 14hrs, 5 hrs stopped at Border.  Slept at the Border for few hours, then slept in Hotel in Penza.  (showers are a good thing)

Day 5:  Penza to Moscow suburbs.  668 kms, 14 hrs.  4 hrs stuck in Moscow traffic.  Slept in a log cabin.

Day 6:  Moscow to St. Petersberg: 630 kms, 9hrs.  3 hrs stopped

Total Distance:  4869kms.  Total Drive Time:  78 hours.  Total stopped time: 41 hrs (including sleep).

Finished unpacking, cleaning, and repacking van at 1 am on July 10th. The inaugural Amber Route started 7 am on July 11th.   

 
The long version:

The 2010 Silk Route ended with a short convoy into town so all the riders could cross the finish line together.  We set up a small table with Champagne and snacks and a finish line banner.  The group rolled in, all smiles and the Champagne was opened, and sprayed.   The celebrations unfortunately had to be cut short because we only had a few hours to box all the bikes, pack the van for a 5000 km drive and then clean up and get to dinner.  Sticky from the Champagne Erik had doused me with we pulled out the random cardboard boxes we had collected and began helping the riders pack their bikes.  It was interesting to watch the riders pack their bikes.  Everyone had their own approach.  Malan was very traditional.  His final product looked very much like a proper bike box.  John’s box was triangular, Pat’s box was huge.  Tirtsa’s box was white with black tape zig zagging all over it to hold it together.  Erik’s bike was the smallest, though his bike was the biggest.  It was a lot of work, sweating and getting dirty in the parking lot of the hotel but in a way it was a nice way to finish the tour, working together on a project.   The awards dinner that night was simple and nice.  We ate Uzbek Plov (rice with chicken) and soup and salad and more that a few glasses of wine and vodka.  Erik presented a slideshow of the tour, as did I.   It would have been nice if the dinner could have lasted longer but we all knew that Allison and I had to up early in the morning and start the long drive to St. Petersburg for the start of The Amber Route tour.
 
The first days drive was relatively uneventful.  We did get pulled over for speeding (93 in an 80 km/hr zone) and had negotiate our fine down from $100 to $30.  Thirty bucks was still way too much but we were in a but of a rush since the border closed at 8 pm.  After I paid the fine the policeman was nice enough to tell me where the next radar traps were so I could avoid them.  The border crossing took a couple of hours but was fairly simple.  We got thru the Kazakhstan side just 30 minutes before the border would close.  After a quick meal of Manti (dumplings) and salad we drove until just after dark and camped in a sheep pasture.  Dark is really not the right word.  It never really gets dark around here this time of year.  The sun doesn’t “set” until 10 pm and even then the sky is quite light, similar to the natural light at dawn.  It’s convenient when you have to drive 14hrs a day but it sure can throw your sleep cycle off.

The next day we intended to reach Actobe, about 1500 kms away.  We left at 5 am and were hoping for good roads.  But the roads were not so good and the Kazakh police seems to really enjoy pulling us over for a chat.  We got pulled over a total of 5 times in Kazakhstan.  Once for not using our headlights during the day, and 4 times for apparently no reason.  But the police were friendly and we were never delayed more than 15 minutes.  Usually the mention of the word “velosport” would elicit a smile and a nod of understanding and they would send us on our way.  Perhaps this is because of Kazakstans sponsorship of the Astana team and Alex Vinokurov in the Tour d France.  So we finished the day 600 kms short of our goal near the town of Aral at the northern edge of the Aral Sea, well known amongst environmentalists as one of the great environmental tradgedies of our time.  Huge canals have been built to remove water from the Aral Sea for Irrigation.  The Kara Kum canal, the largest in the world, in Turkmenistan gets its water from the Aral.  The water level of the sea has dropped immensely and over irrigation in the region has cause the development of large salt pans that prevent further cultivation.
 
The next morning we woke early and started the drive to Actobe, hoping to cross the border late in the day.  Only a few kilometers after Aral the road vitually disappeared.  A road contruction detour sent us down a bumpy sand road into the desert.  Dozens of roads criss crossed each other thru the sand.  The roads we so rutted our Mercedes van did not have enough ground clearance to drive on them.  We were sure we were lost and stopped to wait for someone to pass by so we could ask.  After only a few minutes a small Toyota corolla appeared and the driver confirmed that we were on the right road to Actobe.  He assure us the road improved after 50 kms.  Averaging 10 kms/hr we plowed thru the dirt tracks for the next few hours until finally we came back to the road construction and onto a brand new highway.  Our speed jumped to 120 kms/hr and we quickly reach Actobe and several hours later the border town of Oral.  It had been a long and stressful day and we considered sleeping in Oral but the border crossing was a big unknown and we were not sure how long it would take to cross so we decided to cross that night and sleep somewhere on the Russian side of the border.   This, as it would turn out, was our single biggest mistake of the trip.

The procedure for crossing borders in central Asia varies from country to country.  Sometimes you can drive right up to the customs building, other times you have to wait outside the gate and give you documents to a soldier in a small booth who will then tell you when to drive in to the border area and go to customs.  At the Kazakh, Russian border we pulled up to find a short line of cars waiting at the gate.  I parked the car and asked Allsion to jump out and see if she could change our remaining Tenge into Russian Rubles.  While waiting, the soldier in the little booth waved me over.  I grabbed the vehicle documents and jumped out.  While going over the documents and filling out the forms I heard a commotion behind me.  I turned around to see a bunch of people shouting in Russian and pointing at our van.  At first I didn’t realize what had happened .  Everything looked normal but as I walked back to van I noticed the front bumper was in contact with the small Toyota in front of it.  I assumed this large, drunk Russian, who was now yelling at me, had accidently backed into my van.  “No problem I said, no damage”.  A long stream of angry Russian syllables erupted from this large Russian and now he started poking me in the chest and pushing me.  I walked around him to get to the van and he grabbed me.  I threw his arm off me and yelled at him to calm down (not really a good idea).  He was instantly in my face, yelling and threatening me with his anvil like fists.   He was doing a very good job of scaring the shit out of me.  I managed to get to the van and started it to back up.  I reach for the emergency brake and realized it was not engaged.  I must have forgotten to put it on my van must have rolled into his.  Crap.  I backed the van up and got out to inspect the rear bumper of the Toyota.  No visible damage.  I rubbed the dirt of the bumper and looked more closely, no damage.  Relived I turned to the giant and apologized, idicating there was no damage and we should drop the whole thing.  “MONEY!”  Was his response.  “No money”, I said, there is no damage.  “MONEY, POLIZIA!” came the reply.  I thought to myself ‘go ahead call the f’ing police you f’ing drunk neanderthal’.  “100 DOLLARS”  he yelled.  Back and forth we went, him yelling 100 dollars and me smiling and saying no damage, I don’t have 100 dollars (which was actually true, I have $50 in my pocket in small bills to use a bribe money but I din’t have 100 dollars).  He kept repeating the words polizia and I indicated that we were at a border and polizia were everywhere.  “NYET, POLIZIA!” he yelled screwing up his face at me and pointing at himself.  He then went into a long tirade that, judging by his body language, was meant to communicate to me that he would have me arrested and thrown into jail where I would be subjected to all manner of abuse by my fellow prisoners.  I realized then that he was not threatening to call the police.  He was the police.  In fact he was a colonel in the Russian police and he was obviously very used to getting his way.  So I decided to change my mind and give the guy his 100 DOLLARS!  Allison happened to have a $100 bill in her purse which I handed over graciously.  Taking the money the Russian Bear, as I now thought of him, screwed his face up again and pointed his thick finger at me in a violent thrust.  Then he walked away.  We let him drive thru first to give him some space and then drove up to customs.

Again at customs he tried to confront me but fortunately the border guards intervened and sent him away and drove away from Kazakh immigration and over to the Russian side.  As we were filling out the customs forms a nice Kazakh officer who spoke English came over to me and introduced himself.  Pointing to the direction the Russian Bear has just driven he said “he’s a very bad man”.  “ I agree I said, and very drunk”.  “He Russian Police, very bad” he repeated.  “yeah” I replied.  Then he said something that worried me.  “You stay here, maybe until 2 am or 3 am.  Then cross”.  “Why” I asked.  “He want to arrest you, he bad man”.  Well this was a little disconcerting.  “So I wait here, what if he waits too?”  “No he drunk, he go home after maybe 2 or 3 hrs”.  “Maybe it’s better I go back to Oral and come back tomorrow” I said, getting worried now.  “No, only wait here till 2 am, he’ll be gone”.  “are you sure?”  “Maybe”.

So we parked the van in the neutral zone between countries and pitched out tents.  I called the office to update them on the situation, drank a third of a bottle of vodka we had lying around the van and went to sleep.   In the morning we crossed to the Russian side, a little tentative but things went very smoothly.  No sign of the bear and the border guards didn’t give us a second glance.

Crossing the border the terrain changed.  No longer were we driving thru the desert.  No we were surround by grasslands, open steppe.  Still there were no trees but the great field stretched as far as I could see.  It was quite beautiful.  We crossed many rivers and at almost every one there were half a dozen Russian me, stripped to their shorts, bathing in the water.  Russian me apparently do not like wearing shirts after 9 am.  Everywhere we went this seemed to be true.  Old or young, skinny of fat, on duty or off duty the men of Russian take their shirts off as soon as the sun is high enough to warm the air.  We drove that day to Penza, passing along the route several grand cemetaries where every grave was topped with a Mausoleum.   From a distance this made the cemeteries look like small towns.  They were quite spectacular.  We arrive in the small town a Penza and decided to get a hotel and found a very nice place overlooking the central square where kids played on skateboards and BMX bikes and vendors hawked all kinds of street snacks and merchandise.  The most popular restaurant around seemed to be the McDonalds.  It was packed.  I couldn’t resist and went and got a big mac and fries for dinner.

The next day we drove thru Moscow.  The city itself was not that interesting, thought there were some beautiful buildings, but the traffic was epic.  Eight roads enter the city, meeting in a ring road at the center.  Every road has 6 to 8 lanes, all packed with cars driving at 80+ kms/hr.  We whipped thru the city trying to decipher the signs in Cyrillc and get onto the M10 to St. Petersburg.  After an hour of so of driving around the ring road and a few unsuccessful attempt to exit (hey kids, Big Ben.. Parliament…) we manage to head in the right direction only to quickly get bogged down in a traffic jam that eventually lasted for 22 kms.  It took us 4 hours to get out of Moscow.  With only 600 kms left to drive we decided to sleep and finish the drive in the morning.

The drive into St. Petersburg was uneventful and relatively quick.  The city, in Contrast to Moscow, is well designed and traffic flowed smoothly.  The architecture is terrific and large monuments adorn every roundabout and park. We drove by the winter palace and the Hermitage, one of the great museums of the world, and crossed the Neva river into Petrograd where our hotel was.  Our arrival was greeted with applause, especially from the 4 Silk Route riders whose bikes we were carrying in the van.  Then the van was emptied, cleaned (boy did it need it) and repacked and the next morning at 7 am we departed on the inaugural Amber Route, TdA’s first Dream Tour to become a reality.