No internet but caught up on my blog just photos to sort and upload now.
Our thoughts of travel up to the now very small South Arel sea is thwarted. Not enough diesel in the tank. The Arel sea used to have cargo ships on it and they now lay on the sand. Cotton farming and the use of chemicals during soviet era has purportedly drained the sea and damaged a very large area. The north Aral sea is in Kazakhstan and I think in the same condition.
We settled to drive the road we are on in a big loop.
Driving back through the houses they had outside cooking "ovens" under the shade of the trees.
The road seemed to be better than yesterday. Lots of water about in channels, lots of green, and a lot of square paddocks full of water. Finally we discovered that they flood the paddock then after a period they walk though it spreading seed. I think a grain maybe wheat, as they consume a lot of bread.
There are quite a number of birds about, but they don't usually sit and wait for us to take a photo!
Back into town to find diesel. I looked up Caravanistan website and found a few GPS locations of black market diesel. We finally found a guy to sell us some, so bought 50 liters out of 10lt, water bottles and used our new funnel-filter for the first time. He also allowed us to fill with water. One litre 7000som about AU$1.40
By now the banks had reopened from their hours lunch break, so went and got out 2 million som (US$250). Back for another 50litres diesel.
John had a water camp picked out, but the first track we tried stopped at a canal. We then found a track going in right direction and followed that across to the next track and a bridge. There were some signs in Russian and some fire fighting gear.
We continued on the track noticing little groups of ¾ buried bottles of water, we assume for fire control.
Arrived at a little camp spot and saw about 20 deer race out of the water onto an island then continued back towards the chosen spot. After a couple of km’s finally got there. Although the track was within 200m of the river there was no tracks to the water.
Set up camp with some nibbles and books sat down in the shade to then be interrupted by a vehicle and a ranger. In a biosphere park and no camping here. Sounds like we shouldn’t even be here. The guy had some English and was really very friendly and nice about it. He took us back to the original spot and said we could have one night. All good.
Read for a while until a few mozzies, the dark and tiredness drove us inside for a shower and bed.