We recited the lesson we learned in the summer of 2016: morning dew does rise to heights up to 2 meters. Musquiterz will only find you up to about 3 meters above ground Level. Cold ass syndrome is easily prevented with extra ass layers, and an extra tight hang is usually more comfortable for sleeping while a loose hang might fit beter for chilling or reading. However, we still have to figure out a wat to avoid wet sleeping bags and what the correct formula is to estimate dew quantities for the perfect hang at all times. We enjoyed a ride through the leafy valleys in Tajikistan's southern countryside. Fields full of cattle and shepherds on donkeys to steer them as towards lush spring grasses. Donkeys grazing and balking everywhere, while the non active shepherds are chilling and drinking in the meadows. Oily chests out, we cycled through and were met with supportive cheers. "Here, water, welcome to Tajikistan!" Said the copilot from a big land rover, while he handed yuri and Stef a bottle of water in the midst of a downhill at 50km/h. highspeed hydration, don't mind if we do! We met a female Polish cycler going the same way, who actually surprised us because we found out we are not the only ones carrying tons of stuff and she was even slower than us. Most cyclers are more cycle-focussed and less laidback than the team we assembled last year, you see. A beautiful, muddy, chocolatemilkbrown river caught our eye not much later and was deemed worthy of our hang while the sun was still burning fiercely for the time of day. Anton was spotted from the hammocks, sneaking butt nekkid to the river after which a loud splash sounded. Seeing him enjoy the perfectly unclear water, Stef could not resist and followed shortly after. During the game 'dive under and guess how far I can dive invisibly', they saw yuri at the riverbank getting ready for a sneaky dive. A wise decision, and we spent the better part of the evening enjoying underwater missions the sandy stream. Never judge a brook by its color!