"...A clean room, hot water, safe parking and a hotel full of women, what more can be requested?"
Ricardo Rocco Paz, Ecuador, in Brazil
"...Nairobi is a dangerous city. Very dangerous. Especially at night when it's dark in the treacherous alleys. My first walk ended in hospital, where the doctor sewed my wounds and where I left a puddle of blood on the green sheets..."
Dirk 'Krid' Bernhart, Germany, in Nairobi, Kenya
"...We opened up the second pannier and knew it was full of stinking clothes. We hadn't done laundry for over two weeks, and Kevs socks were almost leaping out of the bag as we unzipped the hold-all and the knickers were equally as gruesome! The stench hit our nostrils and in a fit of impatience, Kev grabbed a handful and shouted at the Officer, "solo ropas" (only clothes) "necessito limpiar" (need to clean!) and proceeded to shove them right under his nose. The Officer stumbled backwards as if hit with a brick and coughing, finally waved his hand to say he was done."
Julia Powell and Kevin Sanders, UK, in Bolivia
"...Not far out of Opuwo a dozen or more Himba women stopped us. These are the ladies who smother their bodies in animal fat mixed in red clay (or something red). The smell was...mmmmm different."
Ken and Carol Duval, Australia, in Namibia
"...Christel had to use a long black all covering chador riding the bike, but 25 liter petrol for 1US$"
Theo Geilen and Christel, in Iran
"...There we were, home free, the wind whistling past our ears again...And that's when the road stopped and the bridge did not start. The edge of the new road just hung over the deep river bank staring at its counter part opposite."
Julia Powell and Kevin Sanders, USA, in Bolivia
"...we managed to get out of Vientiane before the bomb/grenade went off..."
Erin and Chris Ratay, USA, in Laos
"... A night in jail in Honduras, paying $6.80 for a BIG Mac in Tokyo, finding that condoms can carry gasoline, and splinting my own broken bones were pretty mild stuff compared to the bureaucrats in Egypt."
Greg Frazier, USA, home again, ruminating on round-the-world travel
"Some notes about riding a motorcycle in Southern India:
* You will get a sore arse, no matter what kind of seat you have or what kind of arse you have.
* One goat from every herd will try to throw itself under your front tyre.
* If the truck in front of you starts to pull over it is NOT for you; it means there is a crazed oncoming bus- do not overtake at this point.
* Jesus may be the last thing you see as his beatific face is painted on the front of a TATA bearing down on you at 80."
Nikki Gaudion and Luke Timmermans, Australia, in India
"...I'm in Botswana, near Maun, it's dry (quel surprise!), hot and I'm 15 metres off the ground in the cleft of 2 branches of a centuries old baobab tree at Baine's Baobabs in Nxai Pans Park. The beers are being cooled by the wet cotton sock over the can in a bucket of cold water technique (thanks Curly!) and 5 oryx gallop gracefully across the steamy water and high cirrus clouds cast intricate shadows towards the distant horizon. Why am I here? I could be in Blighty..."
Chris Bright, UK, in Botswana
"We tried to organize the first motorcycle travellers meeting in Antarctica, but our poster was ripped by the wind, before the photos could be taken. The cruise through a sea full of icebergs and past huge glaciers with uncountable penguins, seals and Albatrosses was spectacular."
Werner Zwick, Germany, in Ushuaia
"Somewhere it is said 'you are never alone in Africa.' I did not know what that meant until I got here and did ablutions in the bush. You can pull over for relief on the side of the road in the desert of Namibia, where the tallest thing is an ant, and about the time you settle into your constitutional exercise you will see that you are not alone. Africa is full of people."
Greg Frazier, USA, in Namibia
"...how to get to Panama. (from Colombia) There is no ferry and no road... I found an unusual alternative: a sailing yacht... From Cartagena we have spend 7 days on a 45 feet yacht. During this week we visited some beautiful Caribbean islands, and some days we had to wait for better weather. The see was rough, especially during the night sails, but we survived. The bike was tied up against the mast. More rusty than ever and suddenly without the horn working. I can drive it now to Prudhoe Bay in Alaska without any sea crossings.
Peter Theuwissen, Netherlands, in Panama
"Just wanted to extend congratulations on the 100th edition of Horizons Unlimited e-zine.