The front suspension saga is taking a strange bend, literally. Had to resort to use a plyer to shorten both mud guards, and now we are back in another town, looking for a reliable and competent mechanic, an almost mythological figure so far.
In our quest, we had to split up with the others teams we have been convoying with, with plans to meet up again before the Russian border.
Balkash is a lovely town by a lake, with a distinctive note given by soviet architecture. Met a fellow Italian, a geologist who has been living here for the last 14 years, surprised to see an R4 so far.
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