Left Barnaul, travelling towards the Kazakhstan border. Camped off the highway, in a farmers field, many mosquito's. Petar finally gave in an had some Beef Stew, which for him was a big deal, since he never tires of telling us how much he hates beef.
I think he liked it, so I named it Camp Beef Stew. Which was better than Camp Mosquito, which was the other choice.
286 km
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