Leaving Bisck we head to our end point for this trip...Mongolia, riding through the Alti region of Russia was fantastic, sooooo beautiful - snow capped mountains on one side and grassy plains on the other. It was simply awe-inspirering and hot to boot, not what we thought Siberia would be like. We keep stopping to record the view ( for our up and coming dvd, for sale at all good car boots ha ha ha ) and take photo's to prove to the doubting Toms that we did it. Riding through mountain passes, the road in place's is being resurfaced but we managed or so we thought, as at the border mark mentions that his tyre ( tyre's again I hear you say) feels flat. On inspection we find out that he is correct.....bugger...and double bugger! An old ural (Russian motorcycle) spoke had punctured his tyre right in the worst place you can get a puncture on a tyre. After a couple of cigarettes and a couple of swear words unprintable we remove the spoke (located right on the side wall were the tyre meets the rim) and take the rear wheel off the bike. As neither of us had any experience of fixing a puncture ( the first one being on the side wall and at the border of Mongolia, it don't get any worst). We do a temperary repair which just isn't good enough, and we do a mamoth 26hr ride from Mongolia to the close'st city. This turn's out to be Bisck, a look at Mark's tyre and it's totally shreded. With temper's fraying and still 60 kilometer's from Bisck we found ourselve's at the side of the road, 06.00am no shops open untill 09.00am the close'st being 15 kilometer's away. At 08.45am I take a ride to the near'st town and try to locate a tyre, in the mean while back with Mark, three young lads turn up with an innertube, patch of rubber and a tube of super glue not forgetting a pump, how lucky's that!! I arrive back at Mark to find the lads are well on the way to fixing the tyre and try to help in a small way while Mark does the filming. 30 mins later and hey were back on the road, heading back to Barnaul. Riding to Barnaul was never ending partly because of Mark's tyre and partly through lack of sleep. We decide to stop at a petrol station for a quick rest-bite only for this oldish gentleman to walk over to us and in broken english ask about the bike's and trip. We must have looked tired as he gestured for us to splash our face's with cloed water. When returning to the bike's another young bloke walked up and asked for our autographs.........our autographs(Ewan Boorman and Charlie McGregor, how crazy's that). So we scrible'd a quick line from Mark and Paul( he must of heard about the forth coming dvd ha ha ha ). We headed to Barnaul our eye's blood shot red through a mixture of tiredness and dust from the road. The wind had picked up and at time's we were riding at 45 degree angle, we drive in through the back road and have no idea where we are in comparison to hotel Siberia. However we ask a local who drive's to the hotel with us in tow, we're back. Having no working mp3 player and having plenty of time on the bike to contemplate thing's, I've come to the conclusion that -A,people all over the world are the same, go to work, try to bring there children up the best they can. B, the less money/ material items they have, the more inclined to help stranger's for no gratification they are. C, not to leave my wife and child for any longer than I have to ( I do get sentimental with all this time on my hand's ha ha ha)