That's enough of the Mountains so we head due east from the Erkesham Border in the direction of the Kashgar. This means going through some major uphills to the east of the Pamirs. It's good to be on asphalt again but the rain is heavy and constant and all signs disappear. And then the stomach starts to rumble. When you are cycling with a pal it is at these times when patience can become frayed, potentially disrupting the prevailing sense of comradeship.