There was nothing but the sound of water clattering in the distance. Some sheep shaped clouds and a streak of brilliant sunlight between tree branches woke us up. On both sides huge rocks loomed up over us, the wild river foaming and slushing between them. We all greeted a handful of border-guards, coming to check out our curious gathering of educated cavemen with their AK-47s casually hanging from their shoulder. They told us the border is a sensitive area, and advised us to keep moving and stay our of sight at night. 'Don't tell us what to do toy soldiers.' We said as we handed out chocolates and pattedtheir hats .
Anton climbed down from his tree, the boys clapped their books shut and off we were. It didn't take long until we reached the first waterfall, nearly splashing on the road from the melting glaciers way above. No hesitation, clothes flew off and shower time! We played in the stream for a while and climbed some rocks before continuing our trail down the perfectly paved road. We soon discovered the whole scenery was filled with large and small veins of mountain water, resulting in a refreshment every 5 km. The silk road cyclers have not been this clean since 1991.