itravel 200 kilometres around. it is 1000 kilometres to 0ymyakon. i travel 200 kilometres a day.t and cold. it is a permafrost land. when i started on the first day, the siberian people who live there say please, don't do that. you will lose your face on the first day, frostbite will eat you. even though i had a helmet and some protection, motorcycling and winter does not promise a safe ride. normally i travel alone, this time i had two vehicles, a support team and a garage. what is happening inside my head, i call it active meditation. writing in harsh conditions, so cold, i have to be only now in here because if i get a chance to myself to think 0k, it will be warmer, i am hungry, i will get food and so on, it becomes so cold that it is impossible to ride. i have to accept all this cold, com pletely i have to accept all this cold, completely relaxed, otherwise it doesn't work. on the third day of my ride, i really had a feeling of, oh, iam ride, i really had a feeling of, oh, i am home. ride, i really had a feeling of, oh, iam home. there ride, i really had a feeling of, oh, i