Again in the night it rained but by morning the sky had cleared to a beautiful day. Across the car park a small group of Lithuanians had also set up camp and one of them came over to say hello. He had once owned a few Urals and he had customised one to go much faster by pressing new final drive gears with a better ratio. It then went so fast and got so hot the exhaust pipes went red hot so he then had fitted a radiator, I guess an oil cooler. He also told us about a friend of his who had also done some crazy customising, I think he said something about fitting a different, much more powerful engine made from two separate V-twin engines mounted together. Also, he could read and speak Russian and knows cheap ways to get Ural spare parts in the Baltic States so he gave us his email and should we need parts he could help us out.
We spent the rest of the day riding almost non stop, stopping only to eat a little and change into our super suits as the beautiful day had turned to a rainy day. As we were riding along a truck tooted and flashed its headlights - although it was a different truck to the one we got a lift in, the driver looked exactly like Hardy from Kieselbronn who gave us a lift way back in the days before Nina.
We counted two hundred and thirteen Volvos as part of our treasure hunt which has been a little neglected lately
. The real highlight of the day though was the twelve deer we saw. The first five we saw when we stopped to change into super suits. (We’re actually we’re not sure what they were exactly, I don’t think moose because they had very fine antler and were quite small, maybe reindeer?) We didn’t see them at first, we didn’t realise they were there and only when we looked to see what all the cars were slowing down for we saw the three of them standing in the middle of the road, two white ones and a brown one, all with great big antlers. Then when they moved off the road we kept watching them and realised there was another very young one, and then a few moments later when they ambled slowly across the road while cars waited for them we saw another young one run across the road to catch up. We then saw the rest in groups of two throughout the rest of the day. I’m always so happy to see wild animals.
Our first few hours of riding into Sweden were so beautiful, we rode through ever more exquisite mountains under a perfect sunset. We stopped in a rest stop for dinner and to watch the amazing colours and light in the sky which we couldn’t see when we were riding as they were behind us and after eating we were too tired and sleepy to move so we camped their for the night. Apart from being a filthy rest stop, (I’m so offended by the filth people leave behind, the amount of human shit left uncovered, toilet paper on the ground and stuck in trees, baby nappies chucked into the bushes and other disgusting rubbish left everywhere, even when there is a rubbish bin right there, it is beyond my comprehension. How on earth can you do something like that?) it was another perfect place as long as we stayed well away from the edge where everyone goes to the toilet. The view of the sky was huge and we were looking over a lake and surrounding mountains. There was one mountain across the lake, smooth, brown and almost featureless except for a few patches of snow and a deep slit carved away by a river