The hotel that sheltered us from the afternoon rain clouds yesterday got smaller behind our backs as we flew through and over hills of Kazakhstan at staggering speeds. Endless plains were crossed in a matter of minutes as we pressed down hard in order to make it halfway towards the border to China. In our eagerness to reach our destination we didn't pay too much attention to our surroundings, we were waiting for the People's Republic to appear on the horizon.
The angels helped us by covering the sky in white cushions to keep the heat of the blazing sun to a minimum. Also, the highway we were on was under construction, so we didn't have to worry about traffic either, and not much later we came across some road workers who were brewing a fresh pot of concrete. The air around them was shimmering with heat, and all we could focus our salty eyes on was the water gushing from the hose they were using. When we parked our bikes they needed no explanation as they aimed the hose towards the salty cyclers to cool the maafks down.
A few meadows later we found a dry forest, some 125 kilometers into Kazakhstan, still slightly dripping from the thorough salt cleansing. A huge fire was lit to fend off the mosquitoes and some other unidentified creepy crawlers as we rested our heads no more than 100 kilometers away from the Chinese border.