Up relatively early and after some breakfast and a chat with our kind hosts we set off towards Baikonur (formerly known as Leninsk), the town set up to service the Baikonur Cosmodrome.
Every so often some graves would break up the monotony. Seemingly always situated quite a way outside of the town they served they were relatively grand affairs. As with Eastern Europe, you tended to get engravings of the deceased person's face etched onto the grave.
At some point (though tiredness prevents from remembering) we passed either through or very close to Baikonur. I only remember vaguely as we'd stopped for gas at a service station and a child drew a picture of a rocket ship on the bonnet of our car.
By 2 am we were still driving. 16 hours and counting.
3am and we stopped to sleep. We're pretty sure it's a landfill site. We have warm gin and tonic. It's been a LONG day. Warmed by a pair of Andrew's trainers burning merrily on the path.
Baikonur Cosmodrome
