The clouds are hanging low between the high peaks of the Karakoram mountains and the rain turned the road in a muddy slide way.

	We are taking a rest, the cycling is quite exhausting today. While we are enjoying an energy bar we suddenly hear a subtle but lovely sound. Slowly it gets closer till the source of the sound shows up behind a big rock.
	It is a giant truck, but the most beautiful truck we have ever seen. It is completely painted with colorful flowers and landscape scenery.
	Little bells are hanging from the roof, at mirrors and doorhandles.
	With a big smile the driver waves at us. Our bad day is over, in an instant we are more than happy.
	That was the moment we decided that we wanted our bicycles painted just like the truck. Life should be a little party every single day, and the bikes will remind us from now on.
	In Rawalpindi, the twincity of Pakistan's capital Islamabad, we found an artist.
	He did a wonderful job and even changed our trailers in peaces of art. But judge yourself...