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Two days of dirt roads, which generally weren't too bad - there was usually an obvious line to follow to avoid the worst of the gravel. The fun starts around midday when the wind picks-up and gusts strongly enough to blow the bike sideways into the gravel. I had two especially big wobbles - certainly as bad as my Mongolian moment. But I learned from Mongolia and managed to stay upright.
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