Left early in the morning to have a long day for the rest of the climb and the road to the lake. Everything went smooth up to the moment the road was soo muddy my wheels couldn’t roll anymore. 100 meter further up, the mud was gome, but th bicycle was totally packed with mud. No way to jave it roll again. With patience and help of some locals, I managed to have it going again. The arrival at the lake was a great present and a feeling of joy! A lot of locals living in summer in yurts in the jailoos. (The high grassfields). I stopped at a yurt camp which has been reformed as kind of hotel for tourists, run by a local family.