This quote from the film “The Beach” has been floating in and out of my head most days ever since I entered Asia. The drivers have been getting progressively worse the further east I go leaving me in a state of constant anxiety. I knew it was only a matter of time.
Day 2 of my 5 day Turkmenistan traversal a tractor towing a trailer overtook me then cut across me before he had cleared me. My foot found the ground and I stumbled to the side completely unharmed. My bike and trailer were twisted and turned over by the juggernaut. I initially screamed all hell at the tractor. The driver looked in his mirror at me and carried on.
So I had to take a train to Turkmenabat. I wheeled the bike to the bazaar where a group of men bodged together a fix for my handlebars. They kindly refused to take any money and I could once again cycle. The next day I arrived at the border with Uzbekistan.
The loss of the guitar was heartbreaking for me. I’ve carried it for almost 10,000km from my home in Scotland. I feel a void now that it is gone and hope to buy a new one when I reach Almaty in Kazakhstan. If you would like to make a donation towards the new guitar and have your name engraved into the body you can make a donation here.
Many thanks, Robbie.