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I took part in the Silk Road Mountain Race last summer already. But even though it was definitely the most impressive and memorable adventure I tackled on the bike so far I somehow was not motivated to write a report. But whenever I see pictures from other events organized by Nelson Trees like right now the Atlas Mountain Race , I flash back to the Silk Road and scroll through my pictures of Kyrgyzstan and reminisce about those intense days. And before the memories of these days become blurred, I would like to burn at least a few highlights into the digital memory of my blog. So here it is… some pictures of the beautiful country mixed with my experiences. And for those who are not interested in pictures of sun-burned cyclists I want to start with some, taken from the race photographers, which show the enormous beauty of this rough and pristine landscape. After finishing the report I realized that it became quite lengthy. Kyrgyzstan is simply beautiful. Some facts first: the event is organized by Nelson Trees and takes participants for nearly 1. The majority of the race takes place in remote areas at high altitude between 2. So it was clear for me that some altitude acclimatization and proper equipment are crucial. Luckily, in order to make the most of our limited family vacation days, I was able to convince my wife and children that Kyrgyzstan would be the ideal destination for our summer vacation. This meant I was able to use our tour perfectly to get in the mood and prepare for the event! Two days before the race kicked-off I leave my family at the airport in Bishkek and travel to Karakol to show up for registration, get the bike and equipment finally prepared and most important…to get together with all the other crazy people that think such a race is the perfect way to spend your vacation. As I used the bike already during family vacation for training and do not want to take any risk I spend quite some time at the car wash and in the hotel to get it ready for the race in best condition possible e. Excitement is at its max when all riders meat at the start in Karakol. To get out of the town and away from the main road with heavy traffic safely, the local authorities accompany the riders in a neutralized start. But soon the track turns into a gravel road and everyone is on his or her own and the rules of the race become valid e. A flat but steady climb takes us from 1, to over 3, meters in altitude over more than km before we go back down to 2,m to the ghost town Enilchek — where the workers of the now abandoned gold mine used to live. I arrive at the checkpoint at 5th position late afternoon. No food is prepared and also the stamp to document completion of the first checkpoint is not there yet. Fortunately at least a small shop sells some soft drinks and we head into the dawn to climb an old soviet road leading up to a pass above 3. Weather conditions change quickly and besides getting freezing cold it first starts to rain before a blizzard covers the road with snow in the upper part of the mountain. I have to put on all my rain gear and my down jacket to even make the descent. And I still feal miserably cold. But that is just temporary as I am taken over by Adrien Liechti and Sofiane Sehili again while taking a sleeping break in the early morning hours. After about an hour of sleep, the first rays of sunshine create a beautiful atmosphere and I crawl out of my bivvy bag again to start the second day. After a few kilometers I spot Adrien Liechti at a small shop and we have some small talk over breakfast. The last part up to the Arabel Plateau is a real highlight in terms of landscape, but hard earned with a long, brutal hike-a-bike section. The altitude already takes its toll but the headwind makes it really hard to stay motivated and push through. But finally a long descent starts and I assume that I can push through until Naryn to get some proper sleep in a hotel. How wrong can you be. Instead, an endless series of river crossings begins, during which I not only get my feet and legs wet, but also gradually become more and more tired. And so I finally decide to sleep in the bivvy bag for another night. When I finally arrive in that medium-sized city around midday, I get a simple hotel room to catch up on some sleep and take this opportunity to take a shower. Before that, I treat myself to a real meal in a small restaurant while I congratulate my son Leo in detail on his birthday over the phone. My good mental state after a proper rest is further boosted by a strong tail wind that literally makes me sail. Only the washboard road and the cold of the night bring me back to the here and now as I work my way up serpentine after serpentine to the border station that controls the entrance to the Chinese border zone. Justinas is currently leading the race and we only meet because there is a loop in the route that he just finishes while I start it. I share a Yurt with Seb and we leave the camp just a few minutes apart from each other in the early morning close to dawn. He is faster than me going up the insane steep Old Soviet Road. The only things that remind us of the road on this section are the occasional jeep track traces and pieces of barbed wire lying around. So you have to be extremely careful not to miss one of them in the tall grass and get a flat tire or worse. We cover a few kilometers together and wander around aimlessly in the loose gravel and the river that runs through it. I expect the route to continue like this, but in fact it is the last source of water for the next few hours and I neglect to refill my bottles. From now on it goes endlessly along the Chinese border fence in strong headwinds, very dry air and deep, fine gravel. But finally I reach Torugart, a small collection of houses at a border crossing into China that is used by many trucks to transport goods. I find a trailer with food and something to drink. But as I gradually refill my empty energy stores with one plate after another and lots of Coke, more and more workers arrive to celebrate their end of work with a small meal and a round or two of vodka. They are very interested in Germany and the event and with the help of translation apps we have a lively conversation and it becomes increasingly difficult to miss the next round of vodka. So with a heavy heart I leave the cheerful group and continue my journey — now on a wide tarmac road. What a mistake. I should have found a bed and gotten some sleep instead of starting off tired into the sunset. But before I realize that, the media car driving past creates a bit of a distraction and takes a few pictures. As soon as the sun goes down it gets miserably cold again. The following hours are some of the most draining experiences of the entire race. I lie down in my bivvy to sleep, but my equipment is simply not suitable for a restful sleep in these temperatures. My sleeping mat now has a hole and is always empty within minutes. And the strategy of choosing down pants instead of a sleeping bag clearly shows its downside. The cold inevitably creeps into the body through the feet. So after a short while I wake up shivering again and have to ride further to get warm again. Fortunately the sun brings back some motivation and also temperatures rise stepwise again. I ride up to Mels Pass and take a few photos at an old Soviet monument. In the city I first replenish my supplies at the supermarket before taking a shower, lunch and a nap in a hotel during the afternoon. Well rested, I start my ride to Kazarman. It starts with never ending washboard sections before getting into the mountains again. The road becomes increasingly adventurous and during the night a deep crater suddenly cuts through the road in a quick descent. I try to brake hard and reduce speed, but in the end I slide into the crater pretty quickly and roll over. Luckily I can escape with minor bruises and a bloody nose. It just takes a while until I find my Wahoo navigation device again, which came loose from the handlebars when I fell. As if by a miracle I still find an ajar door to a property and can get a room for the next two hours. The young man who lets me in even speaks a few words of German because he works in Germany and is currently on home leave. Before I fall tired into bed, I even get some flatbread with jam and honey from the kitchen. Hospitality is really important here and I take the opportunity to inspect my nose and clean the wound. I have now fallen back to 10th position. The nights are freezing cold but during the day it can get brutally hot as well. And this is one of the sections…. The views are beautiful and I really enjoy them but at the same time it is impossible to hide from the sun in this barren landscape and I feel like a well-done steak on the grill. The diversity of the landscape is impressive and as you climb the vegetation suddenly changes again. Large trees and many bushes line the gravel road along a river. But it is still hot and in order to really enjoy the chocolate I have bought, it is quickly returned from liquid to solid state in the cold stream while stopping to fill my bottles. When I arrive at the summit of the Modlo Ashuu Pass, I quickly take a photo in the evening sun and then roll a few meters down to checkpoint 3, which is located in a yurt camp at the beautiful Son Kul Lake at an altitude of around 3,m. While eating some fish with potatoes also James and Seb arrive. We share a yurt that is heated to sauna temperature with an oven and before I fall asleep I enjoy the last shower of the race. I make another mistake in my sleep tactics and get up after less than two hours of sleep. Together with Seb and James we go up and down on trails and grass paths around the lake. I suddenly become extremely tired again and have to take a sleep break in my bivvy before daybreak. If only I had stayed longer in the comfortably warm yurt camp. The route stretches for several kilometers along narrow donkey paths until it ends on a wide mining road. The next few kilometers are unspectacular. Not only because of its height of over 3,m, but also because of the last few hundred meters of altitude, which can only be overcome by pushing and carrying since landslides completely buried the path. But before this section I first go gently up the mountain in the rain. In the pictures you can also see me before I enter the last hike-a-bike part of the climb. In the upper section it gets really uncomfortable as hail sets in and an ice-cold wind blows over the summit. I put on everything I have and make sure I lose altitude again as quickly as possible. The path is initially very rocky and technical, but then becomes noticeably easier and finally becomes a comfortable gravel path. I lose traction, slip over both wheels to the left and slide at high speed on the right side of my body over the stony ground. First I take off the shredded jacket and arm warmers and clean the dirt from the wounds on the nearby stream. In contrast to the abrasions on the hip and shoulder, the injury at the ellbow is not large, but it is uncomfortably deep. And despite the cold water, fresh blood constantly comes out of the wound. So I decide that the wound should be properly cleaned maybe stiched and cared for by a doctor. So I drive the next meters of altitude further down the mountain until I see men on the side of the road in a small village and ask them for a doctor. As expected, there is no doctor here and the nearest professional care is in the hospital in the town of Tokmok, about km away. I ask the men to call me a taxi, but that would probably have to come from the city first. And so two of them offer to drive me straight into town in exchange for gas money. I gratefully accept. When they want to load my bike into the car, I make it clear to them that I will come back here later to continue the race and that the bike can stay here. And so it finds a place in the building next door to a mosque. When I arrive at the hospital, a procedure begins that makes me sweat more than the entire route of the day. The wounds are cleaned intensively and thoroughly mechanically and with disinfectant. And that I am cordially invited to spend the night in the mosque with them. And so it happens that around midnight I spread out my bivvy in the prayer room of the mosque to sleep here with 10 to 15 other men. Even before sunrise, the place comes to life because the believers wash themselves for the morning prayer. What a perfect start to the day. Firstly because James Mark Hayden unfortunately had to give up the race due to an asthma attack on the Kegeti Pass, but also because I had a comfortable lead over the riders behind me. Before that, I fill up my supplies again and enjoy two more ice creams. This is also the last option, as the valley that follows no longer offers any supply infrastructure, and it is clear to me that I will be on my own the next night. If it rained or blizzarded, I would otherwise be in big trouble with my rain gear shredded from the fall. The Kok-Ayrik is truly a beast. From just under 1,m it goes up again to over 3,m. The first part slowly but steadily up a valley on a rough gravel road. But the last 1, meters of altitude have to be pushed almost entirely in an infernal hike-a-bike. The rocky path is either too steep or covered in landslides and so I spend the entire night, without a single break for sleep, working my way to the summit, little by little. And so I am overjoyed when I can see the summit at dawn and successfully complete this final test just in time for sunrise. I enjoy the summit to the fullest and look forward to the long descent down to Lake Issyk-Kul. The atmosphere at sunrise and the view are gigantic. But the joy of the bumpy descent is unfortunately marred by severe pain in the elbow. And so the relaxed finish really begins when I turn onto the flat tarmac road on the shore of Lake Issyk-Kul for the last 20 kilometers. The finish is in a hotel complex in Cholpon-Ata, a seaside resort with a sandy beach. After all the exertion and 8 days in cycling clothes around the clock, I can hardly wait to change into civilian clothes after having a fresh shower. After taking a shower I go for breakfast with Nelson and some other riders. But as soon as the adrenaline of the finish wears off, leaden fatigue sets in. I find it difficult to even carry my luggage into my room. And as soon as I reach the bed, I immediately fall asleep. After a few hours of sleep, hunger drives me out of my room again. Now another highlight of these events begins. Everywhere on the site you will meet other participants or the event crew. And so for the next few days I let myself drift from one shared meal to the next. The only thing that worries me is my arm injury and so I take the opportunity to have the wound cleaned again in a hospital in the capital when a few participants go to the airport in Bishkek. Luckily, halfway through the procedure, the doctor decides that it would probably be better to use local anesthesia…. Actually the beautiful encounters and experiences at the finish far outweigh the negatives. But every trip comes to an end at some point, so I put my bike back in my bag and head home after 4 weeks in Kyrgyzstan. I take with me endless new impressions, beautiful encounters and new friends from a country that I would have had difficulty finding on the globe before planning the trip. Absolutely — the location and the adventurous event are unique. Would I take part again myself? The demands on driving technique are not that high and the endless washboard sections got on my nerves at some point. However, I have learned quite some lessons on the topic of sleep strategy and sleeping equipment for such a long and remote race and it would be interesting to optimize it again in this regard to achieve a faster time. You can read some background about the race in my previous blog post. In particular why it was so special for me to be at the starting line after my recent neck surgery: Atlas Mountain Race — grateful for an unexpected season closin g. In this post I want to take you with me on the 1. Thanks a lot Ariel and Nils for sharing the pictures with us! Before I give you a more detailed report about how the race went just enjoy the wonderful views of the unique landscape of the Moroccan rocky desert. The day prior to the start was filled with final preparation of bike and luggage, meeting a lot of old and new friends from the ultra-cycling scene and filling the carb stores of my body to the max. Last instructions were given from Nelson Trees Race Director in the afternoon during the rider briefing before everyone tries to get as much sleep as possible in the night prior to the start. During the final minutes prior to the start, you can really feel how nervous everyone is but happy at the same time, that they made it to the starting line and the long-awaited race finally kicks off. The first few kilometers are on flat tarmac road to get out of Marrakesh. And most of the participants ride in a big group following the local police car in this neutralized phase. Drafting is actually not allowed during the whole race as every rider should complete the route completely self-supported. Only outside help, that is available commercially to everyone, is allowed by the rules of the race. As soon as the flat part ends and the route winds up into the Atlas Mountains the field splits up and every rider fights on their own. The fast guys hit the pedals very hard. Based on my body feeling, the watts on the display of my wahoo and the knowledge about my limited training in the last months, I try to ignore them and settle into my own pace. And so I finally arrive on the highest point of the race Telouet pass at over 2. Somewhere around the checkpoint first raindrops touch my body before the sunset. But during the night the weather changes dramatically. I continue my ride because I want to drive straight through the first night as I usually do during ultra-cycling races. At km I enter a gas station already at 4 th position to fill-up my bottles again and to buy some food. After a brief chat with them I finally understand that the race is over for the moment because the heavy rain dramatically increased the water level of a close-by river to a level that we cannot cross it with our bikes anymore. So, we make the best out of the situation by filling up our energy stores with some additional food, service our bikes and try to get some sleep on the floor of the shop while waiting for news that we can cross the river again. In the early morning hours Nelson race director gives green light to cross the river after sunrise again due to a decrease in water level. And after he crossed the river himself as well by feet. And so the race is back on again with riders close to each other who meanwhile reached the gas station. I have wet feet for the whole rest of the day as I cross the river in my water-proof shoes. Some of the other riders overtake me after the river again and I find myself somewhere around 7 th to 8 th position. Justinas has a solid lead but Marin, Philippe and I are quite close to each other. And so, our different sleep strategies lead to some back forth in overall ranking during the night. After an omelet, some bread and a lot of coke for breakfast I start into the third day meanwhile back on 3 rd position heading towards the second checkpoint of the race. The sun is back again at full strength and a long stretch without any shadow is quite demanding but the beautiful views are more than compensating. I finally arrive at the 3 rd checkpoint in a village at around km grouping together again with Marin and Philippe for lunch while Justinas has already left defending his lead after taking a short nap and cleaning his wounds caused by some crashes. Some of us opt for a quick shower and I also do so to improve hygienic situation especially at my butt again. Considering that the high temperatures with lots of sweat and dust start to take its toll and I feel some saddle sores already. Leaving check point 2 again with full water bottles and replenished food stocks a long stretch without resupply is in front of us that we must tackle in the burning heat of the day without any shadow. In the late evening I reach a small town that comes just before the infamous old colonial road. Justinas unfortunately had a bad crash in one of the downhill sections and had to scratch from the race. But after some help of google translate he finally understands that he will have to get up again that time to let me and my bike out of the locked building. After a refreshing sleep I feel much better on my bike again and start into the old colonial road chasing the guys in front of me in the dark. But some of the other guys are quite close and not moving anymore because they had to lay down for some sleep beside the route as well. In addition, some parts of the road have completely vanished due to erosion or landslides. At some places you even need to climb up and down steep walls. But I sometimes really struggle to find a good way to tackle these obstacles as I must do it in the dark night. After the old colonial road, a relaxing section of tarmac follows, and the sunset wraps the surrounding mountain scenery in beautiful light. And the day really feels long as a lot of climbing is in front of us, and the sun is back to full force. I try to reduce the gap to Marin in front, but he also does not seem to have any issues and can defend his lead sustainably. Only some punctures that were automatically closed by the tubeless sealant. Others had much more issues as you can see in these pictures. One rider even lost his bike during a flood tide caused by the heavy rain in the first night:. In the early evening we reach the last checkpoint at around km 1. And as per the route description, I assume that a lot of easy tarmac will be involved as well. With all this in mind I put everything I still have in the tank in the following hours to reduce the gap. But every time I check the tracker, I can see that Marin does the same as well…. I have the perception that I turn in circles and crossing the same dry river valley again and again. In addition, some persecution mania adds as well, and I have the fixed idea of being caught up by the riders behind me even though I always have a solid lead when checking the tracker. In a moment of clear thoughts, I decide to take a last power nap of 10 minutes to give my brain the chance for a proper reset. There is only the fixed idea in my head anymore to finish this and get to the hotel in Agadir soon… and based on the altitude profile this should be very easy within the next two to three hours. We have to cross a dirty agricultural area with a lot of sandy tracks that force me off the bike from time to time. I even crash, slipping away in the sand, and find myself laying on the ground like a bug on my bag still having my feet attached to the pedals. In these moments I feel a strong helplessness and a few tears of frustration and the one or the other loudly spoken swearword leave my mouth. The only things that still motivate me are the close finish and the feeling that everyone needs to undergo this and staying strong will help me to succeed. After quite a long time in rural areas in the Mountains, riding into the city which seems to be the Las Vegas of Morocco is a surreal experience. A lot of blinking lights everywhere and multi-lane roads with quite some traffic have to be managed. I arrive in the hotel, tired like hell but extremely satisfied and happy of my achievement at the same time. In these last pictures you can see Marin who finished first , myself second and Rodney third arriving at the finish. The next days are filled with sleeping, eating, chatting about the race with other participants, and finally the finisher party including the award ceremony. Having a look at the pictures I think you can all imagine that it feels great to finish an Ultra-Cycling race. Thanks a lot to Nelson, his family and all the volunteers for making such an event possible at such an exciting location. Everyone should go to Morocco once for cycling — just for touring or for a race. When I was laying in bedside this summer it was not clear yet that my health recovery would allow me to tackle the Atlas Mountain Race AMR. So I kept my eyes open for alternatives as motivation to get me back on the bike as soon as possible. It was scheduled a little later than the AMR, the race mode sounded like fun and the starting fee was cheap. So why not throwing my name onto the list of contenders for the LMR? The rules of the race are quite simple. If you are not able to be back on time for the next start due to lack of speed, technical issues, tiredness, everything around nutrition or for any other reason, you are out. After several hours the field gets smaller and smaller and at the end only one rider should appear at the starting line anymore. But in fact, I had a few short recovery rides on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday that felt quite okay and also the skin touching the saddle felt promising to sustain a longer ride again. Thursday evening was really packed with all the preparations so I could start towards France after work on Friday afternoon. I arrived on Friday evening, picked up my starting documents, did the AMR podcast with Martin from bike tour global and felt asleep in my camper. Every time I woke up during the night, I heard rain popping on the roof of the camper… best conditions for a long day in the saddle…. After breakfast I did a last bike check and prepared replacement clothes, nutrition and spare parts in an easily accessible way to be ready for short pit stops during the race. Just in time for the start of the race on Saturday 10am the rain paused, and I was quite optimistic and started without rain jacket which turned out to be a mistake already after a few kilometers when heavy rain started again. In the first rounds the fast guys at the front pushed up the hill that came at km 7 and accumulated around meters to climb quite hard. I could have followed but decided to go for a more even pace that I could sustain for the whole race. That was mentally quite hard because I had to ride long parts of the course alone due to that decision. Fortunately I had my aerobars attached so I could hide from the stiff winds even without a lot of drafting opportunities. At 6pm the field of riders was already visibly reduced when everyone had to attach lights to the bike. The speed in the uphill sections also became less and I was able to start riding most of the course in company with other riders. When the sun rose, and we were allowed to switch off the lights again at 8am, only three of us were still riding: Dam Vuillier, Alix Masson and I. We had formed a community of destiny during the night already and rode most of the course together to also share the burden working against the strong wind. But while riding together we also realized we were all still feeling strong, and the durations of the laps stabilized between 45 to 48 minutes. As a racer who is used to fight to the end this felt little strange for me at first. But while we finished the last two laps rounding up the event to 24h my mixed feelings turned into real pleasure. It was great to finally share the success after so many common laps. After taking a shower at the finish I was more than happy to get back to real food after more than 24 hours of solely liquid nutrition. After that my way back home in the camper was only suspended by some short sleeps and an additional stop for food. Even though the weather was far from good I really enjoyed the event. An extraordinary race mode combined with a great team from the organizer made it very special. For all statistic nerds: duration h, moving time h, km, 6. For all those who are only interested in hard facts moving dots — first things first. The Atlas Mountain Race is a fixed route, unsupported, single-stage cycling race that starts in Marrakesh, crosses the Moroccan Atlas before taking riders through the Anti-Atlas and on to Agadir. The clock does not stop and there are no prizes. It follows gravel, single and double track and old colonial pistes that have long been forgotten and fallen into disrepair. There is very little tarmac. There is some walking, and at times there is great distances between resupply points. Fortunately, the doctors did an amazing job and after 12 weeks of recovery I got green light from them that I can put normal strain on my neck again. The time in Morocco before the start can be perfectly filled-up eating local specialties, enjoying the comfort of a hotel bed and acclimatizing to the dry heat of the climate before I will switch to a more essential lifestyle in the Moroccan mountains. Thanks a lot, Nelson Trees Race Director , for taking the effort to organize an event like this at such a great spot. Kurz zusammengefasst handelt es sich dabei um ein self-supported Bikepacking Abenteuer, bei dem ca. Doch alles weitere in Bildern. Tag 3 — auf und nieder immer wieder. Euer Equipment hat auch bei herausfordernden Bedingungen wieder einen top Job gemacht! Und falls mir der Sinn danach steht, wird es evtl. Thanks again to my supporters! First and foremost my father who travelled with me and supported me before and after the race. Secondly all of you who motivated me via comments on variou social media channels. And last but not least everyone providing support with advice and equipment. In meinem vorherigen Blogbeitrag habe ich euch schon kurz ein paar Eckdaten und Infos zur Vorbereitung des Italy Divides serviert. Der Kurs, das Wetter, die Verpflegungslage und die Konkurrenz haben mir alles abverlangt. Und es hat einige Tage Regeneration gebraucht, bis ich wieder in alter Frische auf dem Rad gesessen habe. Energiebedarf: Soweit zu den nackten Zahlen. Deshalb gibt es an dieser Stelle nur ein paar kommentierte Bilder meiner Reise. Ich stehe erneut in Italien an der Startlinie eines Langstreckenevents. Dieses Mal allerdings nicht mit dem Rennrad, sondern das erste Mal seit letztem Jahr wieder auf Stollenreifen auf meinem geliebten Orbea Oiz. Das war bzgl. Dabei werden etwas mehr als 1. Facebook bringen. Das Fahrrad vor Ort vorbereitet und mit dem Flieger angereist bin ich bereits am gestrigen Donnerstag. On top kam auch noch die zweite Impfdosis, so dass das Training gelinde gesagt etwas gelitten hat. Can you spot the bike in the bag? First night at the Silk Road. The weather is good again… …and the set alarm and the first sun rays get me going again Ice cream for breakfast in good company Adrien. Beautiful Jukuu Valley… …with a nice gravel road… …that leads us back into the mountains. Short break to eat… …and refill my bottles at the river… …before the steep sections up to the pass start. But we are rewarded… …with the beautiful views… …on the Arabel Plateau Some energy needed to face the brutal headwind. The road to Naryn goes up and down… …through this impressive valley. Happy to get some vitamines and real food… …after two days of junk food only. Having a chat with Seb Breuer… …finding our way through the stone desert. Endless loose gravel… …along the Chinese border fence. Some kilometers on tarmac road… …but spoiled by the headwind from hell. Does anyone know the name of this monument? Breathtaking landscape… …in all directions… … around this old Soviet monument. Lunch in Baetov A though washboard road section… …that brings us back into the mountains… …close to dawn. The crater started in the middle of the road and I choose the wrong side. The enthusiasm literally jumps off my face. Back to the green zone White chocolate put into the cold steam… …while riding up the Stelvio Pass of Kyrgyzstan. In Kyrgyzstan you can find trees even at high altitude. Stelvio Pass? What a silly place to sleep just an hour away from the yurt camp Frozen grass from the moisture of the lake. The weather gets rainy… …when the mule track starts. A large landslide has blocked… the path to Kegeti Pass. Hike-a-bike at its finest. Inhospitable conditions on the summit… …with strong winds and hail. Not big, but gaping and deep. I invite my two rescuers… …to dinner together. Rich breakfast in the mosque. Bonus climbs offer beautiful views again… …but these have to be earned… …with a lot of sweat in the heat of the day. After hours and hours in the dark… …the summit finally appears at dawn. Only a few meters left to push… … while the sunrise baths the surrounding mountains… in mystical light. And finally relief and happiness… …at the summit of the Kok-Ayrik Pass. Finally, there is the 2, altitude meter long descent… …that leads down to Lake Issyk-Kul. Holiday resort at the finish line Enjoying the beach… …in between the meals. A Kyrgyz prescription from the doctor… …and what you can get for it at the pharmacy… …to treat your wounds. In particular why it was so special for me to be at the starting line after my recent neck surgery: Atlas Mountain Race — grateful for an unexpected season closin g In this post I want to take you with me on the 1. Bikes and water I arrived on Friday evening, picked up my starting documents, did the AMR podcast with Martin from bike tour global and felt asleep in my camper. Every time I woke up during the night, I heard rain popping on the roof of the camper… best conditions for a long day in the saddle… Poleposition After breakfast I did a last bike check and prepared replacement clothes, nutrition and spare parts in an easily accessible way to be ready for short pit stops during the race. Between midnight and the early hours of Sunday morning the pack got reduced step by step. Last laps in good company Three Last Men Riding After taking a shower at the finish I was more than happy to get back to real food after more than 24 hours of solely liquid nutrition. Tastes much better than expected Well deserved Even though the weather was far from good I really enjoyed the event. Source: amr Modern medicine is an incredible blessing Fortunately, the doctors did an amazing job and after 12 weeks of recovery I got green light from them that I can put normal strain on my neck again. Trying to slow down the physical decline as soon as I could sit up straight again The time in Morocco before the start can be perfectly filled-up eating local specialties, enjoying the comfort of a hotel bed and acclimatizing to the dry heat of the climate before I will switch to a more essential lifestyle in the Moroccan mountains. Bestes Wetter vor dem Start… …ein paar letzte Selfies… …letzte Instruktionen von Giacomo — dem Veranstalter… …und endlich geht es los! Von Pompeji geht es die ersten Kilometer neutralisiert durch die Stadt. Vom restlichen Tag gibt es keine weiteren Fotos, da am Nachmittag irgendwann das Wetter kippt und aus schwachem Regen irgendwann Starkregen wird, der gar kein Ende mehr nehmen will. Den restlichen Tag geht es — typisch Toskana — stetig auf und ab. Die Top 3 hat sich zu diesem Zeitpunkt ziemlich gefestigt. Alex hat leider Probleme mit seinem Schalthebel und muss den Kampf um die vorderen Platzierungen erst einmal hintenanstellen. 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Eis vom freundlichen Italiener bei Laune. Und selbst das Panorama der nahenden Berge in der Abendsonne kann mich nur bedingt ablenken. Da die Sitzprobleme im Verlauf der Nacht immer schlimmer werden, lege ich die letzten ca. Eigentlich will ich die letzte Nacht vollends durchfahren. Aber mit einem Tireplug bekomme ich auch das in den Griff. Website bereitgestellt von WordPress. Abonnieren Abonniert. Du hast bereits ein WordPress. Melde dich jetzt an. Lade Kommentare ….

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