In the morning I had to make a couple of stops at the swamp toilet. Not somewhere I’d recommend to anyone, but I’d eaten something that didn’t agree with me and had no choice. At one of those stops a loaded KTM coming the other way pulled up to a stop.
The guy came over to introduce himself. Joseph I think was German, the bike had German plates anyway. He was going to Vladivostok to catch the trans Siberian railway with his bike, onto lake Baikal and then Mongolia. We may well run into him again.
We exchanged notes on the state of the roads ahead, then went on our respective ways. One thing I’ve noticed here is that other bikers are very friendly. I’ve seen a few loaded tourers coming the other way, obviously foreigners who you expect to wave. But even the small bikes with the locals on produce big arm length waves and smiles. Nice!