Alichur to Murghab, 5th July
5th July
The Russian hikers who were staying at the hotel didn’t eat their fried fish for breakfast. I asked the cook if we could have it as it was delicious — we’d had it the previous day, and the owner said the fish was caught from the river. We hadn’t had fish since Japan and it went down a treat, so I was very happy to be picking up some more for lunch.
We had an exceptionally strong tailwind for almost the entire way. This, coupled with the fact that we lost a decent amount of elevation between Alichir and Murghab meant we covered about 107 km in 5 or so hours.
The views were serene. Lots of greenery, rivers, herds of sheep and goats, yurts for the first time (this section of the M41 is high plateau). We could see many marmots close up too, as they are used to the heavy volume of traffic here and do not scarper as soon as they hear lone cyclist approaching but sit around and watch their surroundings, which in turn allows people to watch them more closely.
There were wildflowers at the bottom of the descent into Murghab, with the town itself surrounded in green plains, with a river running through.
After finding a home stay, we went down to the bazaar which is housed in former shipping containers. I tried on a few pairs of trousers hoping to replace the ones I lost at Bibi Fatima hot spring but couldn’t find anything suitable.
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