départ du campement
multiples sentiers
attention les enfants, le petit oiseau va sortir
dur-dur
regards vers le ciel – se redonner courage
puis à nouveau fermé
et je grimace
instant volé
C’est pas joli Jean-Marc de tirer la langue
petit d’hom
attention je suis armé
au coeur des montagnes
on s’amuse
Ben fait le plein d’eau
vent violent – nuage de poussière
encore quelques kilomètres…
au campemenent : photo de famille
Jean-Marc à la vaiselle
D129 – 71.6Km
TUESDAY, APRIL 25
N40 15.174 E73 24.438 (1722m – lost in the mountains) – N39 52.415 E73 21.857 (2474m)
71.6 km – 11H17′
But Serge ran, in spite of it! His face was distorted but he went on and we asked ourselves where he got the energy to persevere. It’s no use asking questions such as Why? What is the purpose? Because even I, after 9 years and 5 continental crossings, sometimes have trouble finding an answer. More than anything, I find it harder and harder to watch his suffering, even if I know that it’s his choice and deep down I don’t feel sorry for him. I only hope that he gets some pleasure out of what he accomplishes every day, in the struggle between body and spirit he has taken on.
This evening I’m reassured because Serge was entranced by the beauty which surrounds us. In spite of a few drops of rain in the afternoon we had a gala dinner outside: a dish of rice-beans-meat, out of cans, sauteed potatoes and Kirghiz cheese (smoked and very salty).
Shafhat, our driver, gave us some fresh garlic to eat because it is supposed to be very good for you at high altitudes!
The night will surely be chilly. As Serge says, we are in Paradise and all very happy to be here. “We would like time to stand still” said Jean-Marc.