How do six motorcycle riders come together and prepare for a crucial border crossing at four thousand metres? You buy fourteen bottles of vodka of course.
We didn't have to go far from our accommodation to find a family run outdoor BBQ restaurant.
I suspect the family made more in an afternoon than they would make in a month. Cute kid.
We didn't need the excuse but it is Jen's birthday.
Or was it Clive's birthday? Either way I do not want to see that much Vodka ever again. Seemed like a good idea at the time. Hope there is no altitude sickness suffered by anyone tomorrow.
Shirley - not my fault the big boys did it and ran away. Somebody is going to be sorry.
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