The days are chilly for riding and although I have an electric jacket and gloves- an essential in these sub-zero temperatures, one of the gloves is not working at all and so I am having to ride one-handed whilst sitting on the other hand to keep it functioning.
The night in the flat was a different one- more details to follow, but one of the guys ended up robbing me and things have been a bit mixed since then.

I have officially made it out of Siberia and into the region known as Vostock- where they are proud to announce that they are East of Siberia. This is the equivalent of the Wild West in America- where police are scarce and people seem to do pretty much as they please and there's a frontier spirit.