Itchy feet

Emrys has now been in Bishkek for two months. He has been enjoying the trips to the mountains as welll as the teaching and generally making a nusisence of himself. 

He was however sittting at the kitchen table in his shed of a house the other day and noticed Igor sitting rather forelornly in the corner- his tires flat and a growing layer of dust from the festy coal fire growing over his once shiny gear changes. His companion, Bob, is likewise growing rust of welds as she waits paitently to recconect with the road. 

His body is now well and truly rested and he has even put on a kilo or two. It is very definatley getting time for him to be moving again! Alas the snow will once more decend on bishkek this fine day and he shall resume the waiting game. 

He has been stuying his new maps of China in close detail ( well as close you can at 1 to 6 million scale) and doing his darndest to find someone else stupid enough to cycle with him for some of it. 

The Itchy feet might just been the tiniea as a result of infrequent showering......