We arrived in Barnaul and went to the bike bar to see if there was any new developments on the tyre situation! We got talking to a young bloke called Andri Anderson who worked in a motorcycle shop and we explained our prediment and he said he may have some our size..... fantastic!! We made plans to meet up the next day at 09.00am and he would take us to his work place in Novo Sibersk. With the tyres hopefully sorted we arranged to meet up at the bike bar later that night and departed back to the hotel (the same one as Ewan Mc stayed at by the way). We were so impressed by the bike bar that we have video'd and taken photo's. What a crazy place, bike's hanging from the ceilling, a fountain made from a bike even an old Russia jeep hangs above the bar!! That night we played pool with Denis, Sanya and Sasha and some how got mixed up with another group of lads who were in a band, they bought a bottle of vodka and a plate of fresh salad which they shared with us toasting everything and anything needless to say we were very very drunk. In the morning we did get up via an alarm call and were waiting outside the hotel for 08.50am and we waited and waited, unfortunately Andri was also waiting ------ outside the bike bar........ bugger!!! We found this out at dinner time when we went to the bike bar and the lads asked why we were not in Novo Sibersk...... bugger no 2!! So we said we would go tomorrow and the president of the bike club said he would show us the correct road to Novo Sibersk. We had a quiet night and gave Denis and Sanya a couple of t-shirts which said on the front " half way round 2006". The next morning we met the club president and set of for an uneventful ride to Novo Sibersk, a bigger city than Barnaul and 250 kilometers away. We were met by Andri and rode to his work place, were guess what... that's right no tyre's, he showed us 2 front knobblies and 1 rear road tyre!! the Dolby curse struck again! After some delibaration we decide to crack on to Mongolia with the tyre's that's on the bike's and Andri said he would order new tyre's and they would arrive in 3/4 days...... have we really sorted the tyre problem out this time, we will only find out on our return, fingers crossed, f**k it every thing crossed. While at the bike shop Andri had phoned his friend Max ( a Richard o'brien look a like....really) Who said he would ride around looking for a hotel for us for the night. After 30 mins Max returned with bad news, no room anywhere, I am starting to feel like somebody up above does'nt want us to finish this trip ha ha ha. However Max rings his friend Oleg who promptly turned up in a big Merc 500 and said we could stay with him in his flat for as long as it takes.....top lads. We left the bikes at the bike shop and went to Oleg's flat which we video'd to show a typical Russia flat. After a quick spruce up Oleg took us to a bar which was called " Old Irish Bar" can you believe that in Siberia. We had a bite to eat and then he mentioned somebody was having a bar-b-que and would we like to go? We couldn't refuse a generous offer and he drove us to a house in the middle of nowhere and we met Mikial and a bunch of bikers. The time now was 10.00pm and although we were enjoying the company we were very tired. Oleg offered to take us back to his flat when we were ready. We left at about 1pm and settled down in our sleeping bags as Oleg only has 1 bedroom. The next morning we awoke to find Olegs model I say again Model girlfriend had arrived much to our suprise. Oleg took us to an Italian restaurant for breakfast, as we didn't know what to order we played safe and got a pizza..... for breakfast. Oleg and his girlfriend then preceeded to have fruit juice and salads which myself and Mark jaws open would have preferred, the joys of not speaking the language. We finally get back to the bike shop (10.30ish) say our good bye's and head back towards Barnual and Mongolia. We didn't quite make Mongolia, in stead we got to Bisck and got a hotel with no hot water but it had two Americans, (they get every where don't they) doing something for a charity. We go for something to eat but once again no english menu (well we are in Siberia) and cyrillic gives you two hopes....... Bob Hope and no hope. Mongolia tomorrow so camping food all the way.