Not much sleep as he was restless like a child all night - and at 5.30 he woke me up having to take the goats out at 6. It would have been nice to know, so I could have packed and fixed the bike the night before. Leftover melon and bread from the previous evening and then back on the road. I stopped after a couple of kilometres to adjust my rear spokes, which turned out to be a great priority as half the remaining 90k to Bukhara was on more terrible stretches of road...