Behind the suddenly appearing asphalt turned out to be the small town of Bolayir.
By the way, on that dirt road from the previous part we were also going up the whole time – higher and higher, I started thinking we'd soon end up in heaven. So when we reached the town, we descended about a hundred meters in just a few minutes. Accordingly, if the road didn't wind, I could have beaten my previous beastly record of 67 km/h. I don't remember if I wrote this, but that's exactly how fast I went on one of the earlier descents a day ago. The feeling is unforgettable. It was probably reckless and extreme, but it was worth it. In the end – why even go anywhere if you're not going to have a blast to the fullest?
