The bike was sitting downstairs in the parking behind Godzillas. I had a bit of a problem to get out of bed, as I knew we will leave Moscow today. But when thinking about Erik, I got up quickly and had the last breakfast in the hostel.

Scott came to join us and we talked for the last time. I enjoyed the conversations we had, and hope to see him one day again. This is what travelling is about, not only meeting new places, but also new people. We were fully packed and happy to wear our bike suit again, although they are both very dirty by new. Can you imagine how they look and smell after being on the road for more than 100 days and not having had them cleaned properly? It will be a task for when we get back to Belgium.

All three of us went downstairs and loaded the bike. Scott waived us out and we were ready to hit the traffic in Moscow again. Honestly I prefered sitting on the bike in the traffic than going in the busy subway, walking in mini paces and being squeezed.

Today was a special day for Moscow as it is its 866th birthday. Military planes in the morning disperse the skies to make good weather on this day. The traffic was pretty much good though. It is only a bit difficult to turn around when you make a navigation mistake as a lot of roads are single direction.

After half an hour or so we got to the MKAD. This is the final big ringroad around the city. We were now on the M4 with direction to Rostov-na-Dony. Following this road we would need to ride about 1200km to get to Donetsk in Ukraine, but it is the better road.

We had a few showers but the road was ok. I was pretty shattered by 8.30 and we decided to stop in a roadside hotel and call it a day. Tomorrow would be our last ride with about 700km left to our son.