After starting the day with Anton's own wild mint tea, we packed up the hammocks and found two German motorcyclists right in front of our wooden gate. They explained the road was going to turn into gravel and pothole paradise, so we braced ourselves for the worst. They also told us tension was rising in the area, and every village across the river houses about two Taliban warriors. As a result Hospitals in Ishakshim were apparently full. Taliban's way of boosting the economy we suppose
We didn't let this darken our mood though, the border road treated us to amazing scenery day after day, we even caught some glimpses from Afghan settlements at the other side. Seemed like on of the most peaceful places we've seen if we're being honest. The streams that provide our drinking water are usually waterfalls in all shapes and sizes. No need to explain we choose the biggest ones for a nice shower when the sun hides our shadows beneath us, our favorite one today was a 50 m high waterfall that froze our brains solid in mere seconds.
Sometimes these meltwaters cause rockfalls and the road is completely destroyed and under water , and for the first time we had to carry and ride our bike trough streams that was flooding the road. It's a good thing we mounted carpet on our pedals so we can cycle barefoot and splash our feet in the river-roads as our intrails are rearranged by the pebbly paths.
Before we were offered a roof by some worried locals, We encountered another patrol even more heavily armed, carrying the full automatic M60's variant instead of the usual AK47's. Badass and bad for your back too. Just smile and wave boys, smile and wave.