At 13h02 we left the hostel and said goodbye to the city of Dushanbe. Apart from the misfortunes that happened here, we undeniably had a great time with lots of new friends whom we hope to see again one day. Like in every major city we've stayed in for a longer period, the rain kissed us goodbye. We visited the place where Oli's accident happened and saluted our fallen comrade before leaving for newer grounds. The first 50 km were a constant reminder to our time with our girls not so long ago, as we followed this road past our own private crystal clear water lake house. We slowly climbed the misty green mountains where trees were no longer in bloom the way they had with our ladyfriends and eventually reached the top. after 5km of nostalgic darkness in a tunnel, there was light. A road sign saying "continuous descent" confirmed our precipitations; it's all downhill from here, so we raised our hands and rode our bikes with no handlebars, sniffed the rain on the asphalt and let our beards sway in the wind. Soaked to our cores we hitchbiket a short ride with a truck to our end destination: a modest farmer's shelter, where the light bulbs almost burst when the host turned on the electric cooking fire. But we slept and dreamed and were dry, after a long day of rain. All the time it felt like our fourth musketeer was still there, and we are thankful for Oli's groove playing from our speaker.