I'm on my way from Amsterdam to Tokyo on my old but reliable Moto Guzzi V7. After I took a wrong turn I ended up in a restaurant called Ibarski Biser, where I became friends with Murat the owner and his sun Meris, and all the other. Due to a Siberian winterstorm I got stuck in the restaurant for twee weeks. I found this gap in the climate. I had one day to escape.