Next day was Monday, which really was not a matter of big importance. More important was the start at 8 AM. About 390 kilometres was to be bitten before next camp at Uusijoki, north to Saariselkä fjelds. The route shuffled via the village of Tepsa and circled the fringes of the wasteland of Pomokaira. At this stage nobody really knew the condition of forest roads there in Pomokaira. Originally the route plan also included passing of army’s training area north-west to Kemijärvi but because of the rocket shootings going on the permission to the area was not obtained.

Yes, if the roads were not impassable, they were at least challenging for heavy allroad bikes. One rider redesigned his DR750 carefully from both sides when falling over on a fast gravel road. A reminder from fact that the laws of the physics had not disappeared even though the confidence in the own riding skills had increased and with it the speed also easily increased.

Porttipahta is a huge man made lake gathering its waters from Pomokaira area. When this reservoir was approached, one noticed how air clearly cooled. Still it was an early summer here, 200 kilometres north to the Polar Circle. At the small shop of village Vuotso it was time to fill up and take a proper march pause. Vuotso is located on the side of E75 road and some kilometres had to be ridden on asphalt. How totally blunt it was after those winding forest paths. From Vuotso there were 120 kilometres left to Uusijoki (New River in English) and near to this route is located a small village called Kuttura, Guhtur in Lapp language. The next share of the route had not been possible to ensure in advance. In this relation we are now wiser because it was passable. Saariselkä, a large skiing resort with its hotels and its nightclubs, has to be passed next (according to a local proverb one finds neither spruces, Baltic herrings nor virgins after Saariselkä). However, we were satisfied with only a cup of coffee on the terrace of the shop after all.

After GPS waypoint number 185 there was a turn to the right. The front wheel embraced soft sand and sharp-edged stones. Soon we noticed that we had arrived at the river with no bridge. And what's best after the first five meters wide bed we were on a small island. In front of us rapidly streamed the second ten-metre wide stone-based bed. Allroad Tour’s humorist GPS router had given this place a name "Small River". There was absolutely no change to try to ride over the stream. There was water nearly to the height of the knee and the flow was strong but all the bikes of the patrol were finally dragged over without big troubles. Couple of kilometres away awaited our camp, an old logging hut, in which we would spend the three following nights.

Days elapsed fast at Uusijoki. Some groups of riders visited nearby (nearby can be a somewhat misleading term in scarcely populated Lapland) villages like Kuttura, Ivalo, Inari and Raja-Jooseppi, which is a customs on the Russian border. Now it was a good change to maintain the bike and gear as well. The snoring was heard from the hut in the middle of the day and at the shore sauna the Israelis took against the challenges in the löyly competition and in the swimming in river, where the temperature of water was + 4 C. Löyly is a Finnish word for throwing water on the stove in sauna.