The road after the border is pretty steep mud and gravel, it is another version of the Stelvio pass, recreated in more dangerous form!

We're now suddenly in the land of the Yurt, everyone looks different too on this side of the border, like a taste of what Mongolia might be like.

We were on rough roads and camping wild each night by this stage. At some point my number plate had vibrated loose and fallen off. I thought I'd best create a replacement for borders etc. Here's my handiwork...

And here's a scenic place to have another carb problem, bike torn to bits on the road with snow all around, wasn't cold though.

After a single day of riding, my new numberplate was secondhand.

The camera really can't capture the views, but it is astonishing in real life, and lads on horseback race you along the road for a laugh?!

We camped next to Lake Karakol and were treated to a great sunset over the lake, from our hilltop camp.

Next day we went to the border and into Kazakstan. Mental note to self, fill out customs declaration on entry to the country or you will face being sent back to your point of entry and have to bribe your way out :-)