between yakutsk and oymyakon is 100 kilometres. so i travel 200 kilometres per day., forest, tiger and cold. it is a permafrost land. when i started on the first day, ya kutian 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, you know, some protection, motorcycling in winter on the road of bones does not promise a safe ride. normally i travel alone. in this situation, i had two vehicles with me. one was for my support team and another one served as garage. i didn't want to have coffee in the middle of the day, i was travelling for hours alone. what is happening inside my head, i call it active meditation. riding in such harsh conditions, so cold, i have to be only now and here, because if i get a chance to myself to think ok, there will be warmer, i am hungry, i will get food and so on, then it becomes so cold that it is impossible to ride. i have to accept all this cold, completely relaxed, otherwise it doesn't work. on the third day of my ride, i really had