The country through which the Grand Transasiatic is now running is not so monotonous.

The plain begins to undulate, for we are approaching the outer ramifications of the eastern orographic system.

We are nearing the tableland of the Pamirs.

At the same time we continue at normal speed along this section of a hundred and fifty kilometres which separates us from Khodjend.
As soon as we are on the move I begin to think of Kinko.

His little love romance has touched me to the heart.