Almost through the Altai mountains, we camped about 20km south of Бийск (Biysk). Any closer and it would have been too built up, as Ьийск is quite a big place. I found a track running into farmland, with a small patch of grass in the corner of a harvested field. There was a combine harvester in the far corner, which got Ken all excited!

Within minutes of my tent going up a truck came by with the local farmer in. He asked us to move our bikes near to the bushes so he could get his machines past. Ken showed him a picture book of his farm in the US, he was very interested. It’s a great idea for showing people about life at home, I wish I’d thought of one. The farmer told us to have a good rest and was on his way.

I thought that was nice of him. I was just wondering how many farmers in the UK would do the same if you turned up and camped on their field, when he came back again. He’d brought us a jar of home made мёд (honey). It was good stuff too, I haven’t had honey in my porridge for a long time. Any Russian adventure motorcyclists planning to do this in England are going to be disappointed!