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Welcome to the 53rd Edition of the newsletter. We're in London, gob smacked at the sight of snow in the city! Worse yet, Vancouver is a balmy 50 degrees and relatives are gloating :-( Grant heads back to Canada next week, but before he goes, we're getting together with a few folks from the HU communities here on Saturday night, 26 February in London. See this post for details if you'd like to come along and say hello. Two main activities have been consuming lots of our time. First, organizing ten (10) travellers meetings for this year, including new events in South Africa and Colorado. See details. Second, gearing up for a major redesign of the site, including bulletin board upgrade, website authoring system, single sign on, new blogging software, immediate updating of information from travellers, more features for members, and lots more. This will be a big investment in time and money, but we are determined to do it this year, as the maintenance of the current site takes far too much effort. If there's any Typo3 developers out there looking for some work, let us know. Grant now has a (paid) assistant helping with some of the backlog, and just starting to make a dent! We are also in progress of scaling down the newsletter so we can produce it more often, with more focus on good stories and pictures and less 'other stuff'. Let us know if you miss something we've dropped out! We have lots of great stories (and superb muddy road pics from a variety of locations) in this issue from intrepid travellers in South America, Australia, Africa and southeast Asia. Surprisingly nothing from the northern hemisphere, I wonder why that is ;-) We have two new HUBB Forums to announce this month. The first is a new regional forum for Iceland - seems it didn't fit into any existing Regional Forum, so Jakob Thor Gudbjartsson , also known as "geokobbi" on the HUBB, volunteered to moderate it. He's also written a book on riding in Iceland, so is a certified expert on the island! The other new Forum is "Make a difference". Chris Smith and Liz Peel's story about the work they will be doing in Belize, plus a few others that have struck home for us were the impetus for the new forum. Please check it out and add your thoughts on what you, or anyone, can do to make a difference anywhere in the world, whether travelling or not. If you know of organisations - other than the majors such as Unicef, that we might not find otherwise, please post them in the forum. And thanks to all our generous supporters for helping us to keep going. For those who haven't yet contributed, or haven't recently contributed, here's all the ways you can help! Become a Member - Support HU via PayPal Can't/Don't want to use electronic payment? Support HU via Snail Mail Start your planning with travel books at the Horizons Unlimited books page, and use the Amazon search function for your region to look for what you want. Don't forget to visit the Souk for sweatshirts, mugs, boxer shorts and much more. If you know anyone who should be advertising with us (anyone who sells motorcycles or motorcycle accessories, riding gear, camping equipment and clothing, transports motorcycles, organizes motorcycle tours, or has motorcycles to rent should be advertising), please let us know or send them to our Advertising page with your recommendation. It's our advertisers, sponsors and product sales that make it possible for us to make the website and e-zine available to you. We hope you'll check out their products and services and if you plan to buy these products, do it from our site or links. If you do use the services of one of our advertisers/supporters, we hope you'll let them know that you're buying from them because of their support for HU - and of course that they have a great product or service! :) AdministrationIf you've had problems receiving the e-zine due to spam filters or insufficient bandwidth, remember you can subscribe to the 'Notice' edition instead of the full HTML version. The Notice edition is a short, straight text message that contains a URL to bring you to the full text on the website. Because the Notice email is so small, it downloads in a flash, and leaves your mailbox uncluttered. Change to the Notice version here. We now have an Please submit news reports, web links etc. to us for inclusion in this newsletter. We try to link to your website if you have one. And if you don't have a website, we can help, and it won't cost you anything. This newsletter is provided as a complimentary service for travellers everywhere, both on the road and (temporarily of course ;-) off. Your support is greatly appreciated.
Horizons Unlimited Travellers Meetings 2005 - time to plan ahead!See the Meetings page for more details on all events. There's TEN meetings on FOUR continents this year, so plenty of opportunity to get to at least one meeting. If you haven't been to one, why not? If you have been you know why it's worth going! It's a great experience, different from any other motorcycle event, described as a "...uniquely typical travellers atmosphere that's an odd ball combination of mellow, and tail wagging enthusiasm." Make 2005 the year to get to one, two or more events and meet your fellow travellers! If you are planning on coming to one of the meetings, please register early. Also let us know if you'd like to show a few slides from one of your trips too - it doesn't have to be a fancy multimedia presentation, a few slides and a few words about the area is great. Length can be anywhere from 10 minutes to 45 minutes. We have added "breakout sessions" to all meetings for 2005. There will be sheets of paper to post up that anyone can write on and say:-Breakout session on "Crossing the Sahara" table 6 at dinner - 8 people max - sign up here So what do you want to talk about? Come prepared! For the Saturday afternoon (for most meetings) we are also adding even more prepared seminars on all subjects, and looking for more volunteers to lead them. Tech subjects such as tire changing, travel prep on documentation, health, packing the bike and anything else anyone wants to talk about are all of interest. You don't need to be an expert, just have done it! Let us know if you can help! See you there! Grant and Susan.
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Plan where to be when!If you know of any events of interest to travellers, send me a note. Horizons Unlimited Travellers' Meetings:Lots of HU Travellers Meetings planned for 2005 - check them out to see if there's one near you - and if there isn't... well, you're a traveller, right? South Africa, First Annual Meeting, April 14-17, 2005 - mark your calendar, details coming soon! Eastern USA / Canada, Second Annual Meeting, North Carolina, June 17-19, 2005 UK 2005, Fifth Annual Meeting, June 24-26, 2005 Western USA, First Annual Meeting, Colorado, July 7-10, 2005 Western Canada, Fourth Annual Meeting, September 9-11 2005 - mark your calendar, details coming soon! Portugal, Third Annual Meeting, September 22-25, 2005. Copper Canyon, Creel, Mexico, MID-week - Oct 11 - 14, 2005 Viedma, Argentina, Third Annual Meeting, December ?, 2005
Tynda's annual rally for Foreign Travellers will be 6-8th of May. Oregon (USA)Free camping at the end of the famous motorcycle road in Oregon, the Aufderheide Forest road. Speakers will be Maarten Munnik from Holland (travelling around the world), Tom Hunter (just back from South America), and Lew Waterman (returning from Central America with Punky). Free. All members of BMWMOA and BMWRA are invited.
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Chris Smith and Liz Peel, UK, in Belize, Africa Twin,"Having come into Belize on the 3rd January we were looking forward to nothing more than seeing Camille and Alex (our friends from England) and seeing a little of the country before riding onto Guatemala in a little over a week. The four of us went to a manatee rehabilitation centre in the north of the country at Sartenaja that takes in injured or abandoned manatees and nurses them back to health before releasing them into the wild again. This is just one aspect of the work that the conservation organisation does. It's a small organisation in relation to others around the world but they're one of the most prominent and active in the whole of Belize.
'Buttons' the manatee having her afternoon milk in the holding pen We got talking to Zoe and Paul who run the organisation with help of a number of volunteers and explained that we'd looked into doing some kind of work in Central America but hadn't come up with anything other than the usual volunteer holidays that charge thousands of dollars for the privilege of spending two weeks hacking back jungle during the day and peeling potatoes at night to feed 40 other volunteers. We didn't chat too much about it, just passing comment really and left the centre having seen the beautiful manatees and enjoying the day.
Moving Buttons into the lagoon pen at the rehabilitation centre The following day Zoe came looking for us and invited us back for a chat about volunteer opportunities in Central America. We were a bit blown away when they offered us both a job putting together a funding bid for a new marine and jungle nature reserve and habitat corridor in the north of Belize. In the morning we waved Camille and Alex off as they rode out to sea in a small boat on their way to the Mexican border before flying back to the UK and we both felt so far from home all of a sudden. By the afternoon we found we had a new home and a new job. Incredible. We'll be spending our days working in the jungle conducting photographic habitat surveys for jaguars, tapirs, peccaries and host of other wildlife, taking part in turtle, manatee and bird surveys and putting together a bid for funding of the proposed 11,000 acres of jungle nature reserve and the marine reserve.
Stunned is the word that best describes how we feel right now. One minute we're traveling round the world on a motorbike having the time of our lives and the next we're working in Belize on something of monumental importance to both the people and wildlife of the country. On top of that we'll be working with the local communities to improve the opportunities for them as fishing declines and tourism grows. Conservation is something that protects the wildlife from exploitation by the local people but its also something that takes away their livelihoods unless something is developed to give them a new livelihood so we'll be working hard to make sure that happens for them.
Kids on motorcycles For us it's a dream come true and if we can make a difference for Belize it'll be something incredible for us. Wish us luck! We'll keep the updates coming but they may be a little different for the next few months. This little adventure may last a couple of months or as much as six months or more, who knows. All we know is we're very lucky." Ed. See Chris and Liz blog here on Horizons Unlimited for more stories and great photos! Also see the NEW "Make a difference" forum on the HUBB. Daniel Todd, USA/Puerto Rico, second around the world tour, in Bolivia and Peru, KLR650,"Another day, another adventure. It all started when a German overlander (Matitz) pulled up to my hotel as I was packing to leave. We explored the outskirts of Tupiza, the last frontier of Bolivia and Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid's last hangout, doing photo shoots of all the strange rock formations in brilliant red... I decided to take a back road that was supposed to be a shortcut, across the mountains and connect with the main route into Argentina. I bid Matitz farewell and had this road to myself for the next 100 KMS. This shortcut from Tupiza to El Puente was the greatest masterpiece of off-road adventure that I've seen in a coon's age! I wound once again up to 14,000 feet and could see the line that I had followed all the way across the horizon. Bliss, Rapture, a real (I think maybe he was having a little too much fun, censoring needed here!) run!
Bolivia road I had only rejoined the main road for 30 minutes when I found all the traffic stopped; a very large avalanche took 3 hours to clear off the road and the next hairpin down below where much of the debris had stopped. I took out my MP3 and rocked out to MANA, imagining that it was really me hitting those drumheads.
Peruvian women I spent the rest of the afternoon crossing another pass at 14,000 feet and was well above the cloud line most of the time, in fact visibility was quite limited and I couldn't see the buses coming at me until less that 15 meters. The phosphorescent green canyons below were outstanding and I tried to not let them distract me, pulling over instead to admire god's creation.
Peru For the first time in over two months I'm at a reasonable altitude of 6,000 feet and you know what? When I take a deep breath, I can actually feel my lungs filling up with a nice healthy dose of oxygen! At all the police and military roadblocks, I continue to get waved through; it's amazing how a little diplomacy and Español will work for you." |
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Kuna woman in San Blas, Cartagena |
Coffee picking, Boquette, Panama |
Only hours after we left the harbour of Cartagena, we were riding 8-meter waves. I actually felt fine until I was steering the boat. About 5 seconds later the fish were enjoying the pancakes that I had enjoyed this morning. Strangely they did not taste as good as when I first had eaten them. One thing that kept me awake that night was the need to go to the toilet. With the rough sea I could not. Since the boat was moving violently underneath me, my body had to adjust to the movement constantly, making it impossible to relax enough to 'let go'. Not a nice situation.
Honduras is a nice enough country. Customs? Yes, it's infamous for its terrible, complicated, corrupt, non-functioning system when you enter the country with a vehicle. The entry is expensive. To enter with a bike cost 28 USD but these costs are very clear and written on a 4 by 8 meter sign outside in English and Spanish. What more can you wish for?"
"Having been sedentary for so long it was with great delight that we set off for a day's walking in the high country and a hike up Mt Kosciuszko, Australia's highest peak. There are several different approaches to this hillock, from a chairlift ride and short stroll to the 20km route we chose. This took us through some lovely alpine terrain and along the spine of the Great Dividing Range with some beautiful views west over ridge upon ridge of blue hills.
The flies here were horrendous. Never before have I been harassed by swarms of flies whilst walking across snow. We met one hiker who regularly walked in the park – he had a fly net covering his face and didn't have any exposed skin – both to keep the intense sun off and to keep the biting Mayflies at bay.
I knew Melbourne was a big city but was still amazed when the motorway finished and we found ourselves in suburban traffic snarl-ups with signs still saying Melbourne 22km. We also managed to get a tad lost around the inner-city so arrived late and found the friends that had invited us to stay had gone out for the evening.
The next few days were spent catching up with our host Alec, who we had met and travelled with in Iran, his wife Vicki, also with Brian and Shirley who we had met in Pakistan. Alec had shipped his bike from Aus to Europe then ridden across Russia to Siberia returning via Central Asia, Iran, Turkey and southern Europe. See their story. Brian and Shirley had shipped their bike from Aus to Europe then ridden back overland following pretty much the same route as us, so it was great to share some tales and ales with all of them. We also had to arrange the shipping of our bike from Melbourne to Auckland in the new year.
... We spent our last night on the road free camping in a reserve between highway and railway then rolled into Melbourne the following afternoon. No time to rest though, I had booked a Customs officer to meet us at the shipping agent the following morning so we were in a rush to wash the bike and all our gear – New Zealand requires everything well cleaned to try and keep nasty flora and fauna out."
Ed. See lots of great pics and stories in Richard and Lisa's blog here on Horizons Unlimited!
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"Uganda is a crossroads. I face the choice of motorcycling north through Uganda's own civil war and into southwest Sudan, or west into the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC - formerly Zaire). I shall probably opt for the Sudan route and my plan is being sent to Khartoum for approval before they issue a visa. As I wait for bureaucratic wheels to turn and the dry season to settle in, I went rafting on the White Nile, the source of the Nile, flowing from the northern tip of Lake Victoria. Grade five rapids are the biggest and worst that any sane rafter attempts and you get plenty here. The raft is tossed into the air. It flips. We fly. We sink. We float. We laugh. 25-100 metres downstream we haul ourselves back on board while paddles and helmets are retrieved by the local expert kayakers always on hand. The entertainment draws a crowd of local villagers.
No road ahead!
The road to Sudan leads into thick bush! The track often disappears so I continue straight and it reappears. Many bridges are made of simply a steel girder. I get paralysed with fear at one, before a local walks through the river showing it is only thigh deep. I could kiss him, but give him a squashed banana instead.
Sudanese mud
Confusion greets my arrival at Bazi in South Sudan, the last tourists to come through being a Swedish couple on a motorbike in 2001. I spend two nights in Yei and took one or two photos. Someone tells the army which nearly panics. The Maridi Public Security officials searches my bike and read my diary, suspicious of the Arab named captain of the ship Aziza in Tanzania. One puts my Argentina patch in his pocket and I swear at him. The boss accuses me of disrespect for which the penalty is flogging and hanging. I apologise for the misunderstanding, blue, white and yellow patch safely back in my custody, although I am in theirs. Every official and army personnel demand money, I pay nothing and let them steal not a stitch. The war has turned everyone hostile and aggressive, including me.
And yet more mud, in the Congo!
Bangui, Central African Republic (CAR) - Everything turns the colour of mud. Both shock absorbers break. One pannier box smacks a hidden tree stump catapulting me face first into a mud pool. 10 minutes later I find it to be infested with giant biting brown ants. A camera goes swimming. My boots disintegrate. Snakes uncoil to attention then dart into the undergrowth. Multi-coloured lizards scurry after them.
Wet road in Central African Republic
I pull up at the Royal Palace in the town of Bali. I am greeted by seven Royal advisors in the outer court and warned not to cross my legs as I sit. His Majesty Dr Ganyonga III, Paramount Fon of Bali, received me at his throne on a large terrace overlooking a green inner court. Wooden carved elephants and lions sit at each side, a huge leopard was pictured behind the throne and cushions and skins of leopard abound. His majesty is well in touch with the needs of his 40,000 subjects and we discussed motorcycle maintenance in health work."
"We had been warned the road was bad and I know that I have gone on about bad roads in previous updates, but this one really takes the biscuit. It is the major road connecting Nigeria and the Cameroon, but it was just mud, really, really slippery deep, red mud. We had 60 kms to cover to get to the first major town, Mamfe and it took the whole day. It is hard to describe the mud carnage, which was this road, but imagine a giant Digger had gone mad, carving huge craters and ridges, randomly into the mud and you won't be far wrong. We have often read about 'holes as big as a lorry', but never really understood - now we do! At some of the worst spots, local villagers had carved neat little diversions through the thick rainforest, which they were more than happy for us to use for a small fee. I am pleased to say that I only fell off the bike once the whole way and that was because Paul pushed me into a ditch - accidentally of course! Luckily an old guy built like the incredible hulk was around to help extract me and the bike out of the hole!
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Muddy roads in Cameroon |
Even better muddy roads in Cameroon! |
Our original plan was to head into the north of Cameroon where the roads are notoriously bad, but after the last couple of days we decided to give it a miss and head straight for the coast. I am sure we have missed out on some wonderful parts of the country, but when the roads are bad it is impossible to enjoy the scenery, so we chose the easy life and headed to Limbe, a coastal town at the foot of Mount Cameroon. We were feeling a bit jaded after the last few days so we decided to treat ourselves and checked into a lovely seafront hotel, with swimming pool no less, where we had our own little bungalow - luxury! It certainly did the trick because after a day of lounging around the pool, we were both feeling much better!
Unfortunately it didn't last...that evening Paul developed a really high fever and became very sick, very quickly. He started a Malaria treatment straight away, but I couldn't get the fever under control, so we decided to head to the hospital - and it was all we could have hoped for with the wards full of goats and chickens! We paid our money and had the malaria test, which came out very positive, so the next stage was for Paul to be hooked up to a quinine drip for 5 hours in a mosquito infested room! I was running around annoying everyone making sure everything was sterile and even forced the nurses to use a needle we were carrying which resembled a large, fat javelin! After 3 goes, Paul's arm was swelling up and the nurses were still digging hopelessly into him, so before Paul fainted I allowed them to use their tiny, easy-use needles. I am so helpful! When the drip was finished, I continued to help out by bringing Paul some oranges to eat (well, I thought fruit is what people bring to hospital patients), anyway, they proceeded to make him very sick, so I think it was fate that I didn't study medicine!
... After a few days recovering in the luxury beach side bungalow (with TV!) Paul was well enough to hit the road again and we headed south to the popular beach resort of Kribi. It was a lovely place and we found a cheap campsite right on the beach. Paul still wasn't 100%, but he managed a week of sun, sea, sand and sunbathing!
... After further tests it turned out that he had had a virus, followed by a secondary bacterial infection! Paul would probably have recovered very quickly had a Cameroonian lab technician not counted imaginary parasites in his blood sample, if 2 Cameroonian doctors hadn't reviewed the results and recommended malaria drugs and if I hadn't kept giving him more when they didn't work!
... the Gabon/Congo border saga continues for about 100kms with customs, police gendarmerie and immigration all getting in on the act at various little shacks along the road. We arrived at the first border post and although the guards were friendly enough they made us take everything off the bikes and empty the contents of our bags out onto the floor, which we did with a big smile! I am not sure what they were looking for because they found a huge throwing knife in Paul's bag and all agreed it was a good idea to carry something like that for personal security! They also wrote down all the details from our passports into a big book of details and then let us on our way. This was to become a recurring theme. At the next post about 5kms down they didn't empty out our bags, but 3 people in the same office wrote down all our details (slowly) into their books, one after the other.
Puddles in the Congo
... Luckily, there hadn't been much rain and so the dirt roads were passable....they were just dotted with huge puddles. Paul got stuck in the middle of the first one and after a wet and muddy 10 mins getting him to the other side, we decide they were deep and muddy enough to warrant a 'scout'. This usually involved me wading up to my knees in muddy water scoping the best route through....nice !
The coastal route through Congo involves crossing into Cabinda an Angolan enclave. We had heard from a couple of other bikers ahead of us that you could get a ferry from Cabinda to Luanda, the Angolan capital...
As the boat pulled away from the dock Paul went for a shower. As he was leaving I suddenly realised what a ridiculously stupid idea this had been. The boat was tiny and was leering on the choppy sea. I could see 14hrs of nausea hell stretching out before me. I lay down and tried deep breathing which kept the contents of my stomach where they belonged, but that's all and we were about 8 mins into the journey! Paul returned from the shower looking 'ashen'! Standing in a windowless cubicle hadn't done him any favours either and so we spent the next 14hrs horizontal, breathing deeply! What on earth were we thinking? Well, after 14 hrs of hell we finally arrived on dry land in Angola, Southern Africa!"
Ed. See Paul and Zoe's blog, here on Horizons Unlimited!
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"Arequipa has an impressive Spanish colonial heart, all narrow cobbled one-way streets, white stone masonry and heavy high metal braced wooden doors in the medieval style. At 2,300m it has an ideal if rather dry climate. We were parked in the local plaza where the 'hunt' as impotent and arthritic as it is, managed to attract the attention of the local police. Parking it in the central plaza on a yellow kerb might have been a clue to the offence but rather than put a ticket on it, they decided to wait to ambush the offending gringos. No doubt wanting to exchange the threatened ticket for a bribe. However from the balcony restaurant above we had the surveillance advantage, calling for another cold cerveza until inevitably they were called to do some honest policing, or perhaps a more attractive bribe opportunity?
Plaza de Armas, Arequipa, Peru
Though this was our third time for the trip from Arequipa to the south coast the scenery never fails to amaze. A rough fusion of lunar and Sahara with far more formidable mountains than either probably comes closest. Throw in wretched campesinos living in houses not much larger than a 'home theatre' cardboard box, constructed out of floor matting. Note, grey silver crescent shaped sand dunes migrating incrementally with the convex toward the leeward. Harsh contrasts of lush green valleys where irrigation water flows down from the Andes against the arching rock and sand strewn slopes, completely bald of vegetation. Several sections of 'great ocean road' like cliff hanging roads with glimpses of the rich bird and marine animal life of the eastern Pacific.
Copacabana, the little peak is 'Stations of the Cross' where pilgrims struggle to the top carrying huge crucifixes, flagellating themselves
Getting out of Peru is usually a quick formality. So it was with migration, stamp and go. Previously at this border handing over the bike document, the 'transito' has been similarly painless. This time some bureaucratic customs official complained to me that the customs officer where we entered the country in southern Peru had put one of his stamps in the wrong position, in fact in his stamp's position. Well I was just about to fall onto my knees, flagellate, apologise profusely, turn the bike around and ride back the 2,617 km to have the form done again. Just then the official sitting next to him, with at least one foot on the rational side of the bureaucratic/reality divide, threw an arm into the air and in a Latin gesture, grunted 'no importa' and pointed out to his colleague that if he put his stamp sideways it would still fit on the form. In the time it takes for an agnostic to offer thanks to the gods we were off.
Street festival in Guayaquil, Ecuador
Street festival in Guayaquil, Ecuador
At the Ecuadorian boarder, we ran into some Colombian bikers wanting to cross into Peru. Two were on Aprilia 1000 road/trail twins and the other on a KTM single.
It was very pleasing to catch up with Mr. Motorcycling Ecuador, Ricardo Rocco in Quito again. A giant of a man amongst the locals at 2 meters, his heart is even bigger, going out to all international bikers with whatever assistance he can provide. On the second night he came to pick us up in his king cab for dinner but first a diversion to another hostal to pick up Torria (USA), Gerard (Germany) and Maria (Colombia, riding pillion with Torria), bikers riding through South America and currently in Quito. We went to a Swiss restaurant where we were joined by an Austrian, his Ecuadorian wife, and Ricardo's Colombian girlfriend. A truly international evening as the conversation switched from Spanish to German to English and back again."
"Discovering the types of food you could get in Malaysia was an adventure we both enjoyed! Food seems to be available anytime... anywhere! Stalls just spring up, especially at night, selling all sorts of tummy tucker: Nasi Lemak, Roti Cnai, Roti Bakar, Nyonya, Popiah, Nyonya Laksa, just to name a few that we had tried. Many Malaysians eat with only their right hand and it is amazing to sit in a KFC outlet and watch each dainty right hand delicately separating the chicken from the bone.
Once the locals, particularly the taxi drivers, find out you are from Australia they are more than willing to offer you all they know about your fair country! Arriving in a hotel in Taiping we were a little alarmed... 'The Crocodile Hunter is dead' the owners said once they found out we were from Australia. They continued to elaborate with details of how he met his gruesome end in the clutches of a crocodile. We thought the worst had happened and that we had just been out of touch with news headlines back home. Months ago this horrible event had happened, they informed us. It was then that Andrew realized that it couldn't be true and he reassured them that when we left Australia, Steve was fine! Relief all round!
Impossible to generalize in such a multicultural population, but we did meet some interesting characters and some special people who gave us a glimpse into the Malaysian way of life. We were lucky to be staying at the Kancil Guest House owned by Daud and Fatimah. If only Andrew had taken Daud's advice earlier. 'Po Chai' he assured Andrew was the answer to his tummy turmoil. Still unsure of what these little black pearly beads do, we have packed a supply in our medical kit for the next time the grumbly guts grips! Once well, we set off for Shah Alam, not really on the tourist track, but the site of BMW motorcycle repairs... a leaking fork seal. But meeting Garry, the BMW motorbike mechanic was certainly one of the highlights of the trip. Great mechanic, but also a terrific and generous guy. And he also knows where to find some amazing garlic prawns and curry crab in KL!"
Ed. For more stories, see Andrew and Wendy's blog, here on Horizons Unlimited!
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"...Nouakchott, Mauritania - This week I became, at 49 days, the longest-serving resident of Auberge Sahara. The previous title holder, at a meagre 48 days, was a whisky-for-breakfast French alcoholic who left here for Bamako, where the hospital promptly gave him a complete blood change.
I had an accident, d'you see. I hit a lump of sand in the desert - the things people leave lying around - and broke my collarbone, and, depending on which doctor you believe, several, a couple, or none of my ribs. I lean towards two ribs myself.
The point is, you can't expect to try and ride a motorbike across Africa and not fall off at some point and break something. (Well done if you have actually managed it). It's all part of the adventure. Owchhh.
The day before the accident, I met Nadia, Arno and David - mad Frenchies in a battered Merc - at the Maroc/Mauri border. We got lost together and hired a guide, then camped in the desert. The evening's entertainment was provided by tea made accidentally with gin instead of water, and later, Francois' bottle of Calvados.
Party - Morocco to Mauritania border
Things you can't get in Nouakchott:
a/ A game of darts.
b/ A pork pie.
Things you can:
a/ Dust.
b/ A ride in the worst taxi in the world. All the taxis in NKT are the worst taxi in the world.
c/ Excellent fish.
d/ Diarrhoea.
e/ Interestingly, constipation.
... Pre-accident, I rode through the locust swarm in the southern tip of Morocco. I knew it was coming, but when the first one hit my visor like a rubber bullet I yelped like a kicked puppy. After 10 miles of hitting - say - 1 locust a second, they began to thin out. After 15 miles they were gone, but an insistent voice in my head began to tell me, as I plucked their broken bodies from my lap, that that may have been only the advance party.
30 swarmless miles passed. Then *Thwack* - I hit one. Then a few more. Within 2 miles the road changed from tar grey to locust red. That would have been OK if the bastards had stayed put on the road, but the noise of the bike made them jump to head height just in front of me. Consequently the next 40 miles were 5-locust-a-second territory, riding with face screwed up against the horror. And oh jeez the stink..."
Ed. Follow Simon's adventures in his blog, here on Horizons Unlimited!
" ... The beauty of Iguacu Falls can hardly be exaggerated. In Argentina I've heard it said that the North American visiting Iguaçu will shake their head and say 'poor Niagara.' Probably only Victoria Falls in Africa is in the same league.
... Two riders referred me to Sandra and Javier, the owners of Dakar Motos, located in the Buenos Aires suburb of Vincente Lopez. Eric and Gail Haws were the first. Later, in an e-mail, my old buddy, Ricardo Rocco, also suggested his friends Sandra and Javier. As an aside, they are both fluent in English.
As it turns out, when I first visit their shop there are at least three or four other bikes left there by visiting travelers representing Canada, the United States and Western Europe. Around forty, I'd guess, and with two children, Javier and Sandra are avid riders, with a dream of some day riding to the far corners of the earth. I also believe that they just love fellow motorcycle travelers.
... As I head south to Puerto San Julian, the wind reaches gale force. I have no way of measuring it, but my best guess is a sustained velocity of 50 mph or higher, with frequent gusts. The bike is constantly heeled over at 20 degrees or more, and at times I'm looking over the left-hand corner of the windscreen. Gusts blow me from the right to the left track of the right lane, as I fight to get back over. Often a decrease in velocity, alone, is enough to move the bike back there. The wind tears at my helmet and riding jacket. It is literally trying to pull the helmet off my head, up and to the left. Only the chinstrap negates its efforts. The engine noise from the motorcycle, quiet to begin with, is simply lost in the howl, which is deafening. When gusts hit, the howl temporarily becomes a high-pitched whine. The noise is overwhelming. The wind never abates for the four hours from Jaramillo to Puerto San Julian, where I get a motel by the highway around 10am in failing light. Simply exhausted from the riding I crash into bed and don't wake until after noon on Thursday.
Lago Argentino
... I'm in Santiago, Chile, safe and sound. The bike is scheduled to ship out on Wednesday and I leave Thursday morning, if the bike goes as scheduled. So this is the end of the line. Roughly 22,000 miles (just under 40,000km) and five years ago in July I started this journey. There were 31 international border crossings. It took five trip segments and four different bikes for me to complete the trip. The record for a motorcycle going from Prudhoe Bay to Ushuaia, established very recently, is about 45 days. To say the least, I didn't set any speed records.
But you got there, that's what counts!
It's trite to say that it was the experience of a lifetime. Among the 11 Latin American countries that I visited, I met nicer people than I knew existed, and saw scenery on a scale that exceeded my expectations. But all things come to an end, and if they didn't, how would there be time for the next adventure?"
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"Roy (a friend of mine whom is traveling on a motorbike in India and Nepal) and I left Katmandu to go to the Royal Chitwan National Park, where we were planning to spend some days before heading back to India. We left Katmandu at about 10 o'clock and drove towards Hetauda (a village on the way to the park), the drive was beautiful as from here we could see the Himalayan Range from distance. At about 4 o'clock I have a flat tyre, so we lost 1 hour in repairing it and so on, so we were obliged to sleep in a small house just in the middle of nowhere.
The morning after at about 9 we started driving again, just 7 km away from were we slept the Maoists (the rebel group fighting the monarchy) had put mines on the street so we were obliged to stop and try to understand what to do. Suddenly 2 Maoists came out from the jungle, and in Nepali made us understand that the road was blocked (we didn't need much explanation for that) and then they told us to go back. We said ok we sat on the bikes and suddenly they took out 2 grenades (bombs) from a bag they were carrying and told us to get down from the bikes. We were confused and got down from the bikes, then they told us to walk back to Katmandu (100km) and wanted us to give them 1 liter of petrol. We were more confused. We hesitated since we did not understand why they wanted the fuel and of course we did not even think of leaving the bikes and walking, but just then we realized that they were trying to put the bikes on fire! So we started arguing and telling them what are you doing?
Suddenly they started threatening us with the grenades, but we still resisted from letting our bikes put on fire.... Then they told us to move away and together with them we walked some 10 mt. from the bikes. At this stage one of the guys opened one of the grenades and threw it at the bikes. The grenade landed about 4 mt. from the bikes and exploded. We were unhurt but the bikes suffered some damage ... We were now in complete shock and started begging them not to do it so lots of begging and they were shouting and so on. Then the other guy opened and threw the second grenade which landed just few centimeters from the bikes! We were speechless, with our eyes full of tears from the anger and waiting to see our bikes completely destroyed... but the grenade did not explode, and this point they were shocked and I don't know why but they just left, maybe to go and fetch more grenades or fuel, but as they disappeared in the jungle we ran to our bikes, started them and drove for 5 hours non-stop to Katmandu.
Anyway we are now stuck in Katmandu as the rebels blocked all the major roads, destroyed the main bridge that takes you to Pokara which takes you also to India. In Katmandu there is not much fuel (you see km long lines), people don't know when this strike will end so I don't know when I can go back to India. It is a pity because Nepali are really nice people and Nepal is a wonderful country but the situation now is no good, no good at all. Other tourists are flying out somehow, but we (Roy, and Neil, another guy with a motorbike) and I are stuck here."
Ed. Mauro - So sorry to hear your news and thankful that you and your friend were not injured. Unfortunately, the situation in Nepal has deteriorated to such an extent that we recommend travellers avoid the country if at all possible, and otherwise exercise extreme caution.
"I thought a motorcycle carrying four people was a lot, or pulling a Tuk Tuk with eight, but on the outskirts of town where the big factories draw thousands of workers from the surrounding area they have 125 cc motorcycles drawing trailers with up to 40 people, the cheapest way to get workers to low paid jobs.
Motorcycle trailers
Also roadside are duck farms, hundreds of ducks raised in ponds, moved to the fields to graze, transported by dozens dangling from motorcycles on their way to markets in nearby cities.
...Tourists driving themselves around Angkor Wat is technically illegal, too many accidents on rented motorcycles. The Grand Loop follows a 20 km road between many of the 'lesser' temples. Ta Prohm is pretty much as it was discovered 100 yrs ago with large kapok trees, their roots embedded through the stone structures. It was here that the films Tomb Raiders and Two Brothers were shot.
The scale of the entire complex is amazing. The number of tour busses and tourists also amazing, however they follow a set path and schedule that can be avoided."
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"Ricardo Rocco Paz gave us an education in Ecuadorian bureaucracy when we found that it took seven signatures on one piece of paper to get our motorcycle cleared through Customs in Quito. A minor bureaucrat balked when a form was filled out wrong (after the seven had already signed off on it) and the process had to be started over again, requiring another seven signatures and another day.
The ever diplomatic Rocco tried to point out to a mid level Customs official in charge the stupidity of having to go through the entire process again. Instead of seeing the bureaucracy was a hindrance to encouraging tourism to Ecuador, the official had Rocco removed by security from the building. That really got Rocco roaring.
Ricardo so impressed illustrator and author Donna-Rae that she named her new book character, a shy lion, Rocco the Lion.
Ricardo Rocco Paz and Donna-Rae Polk after Rocco roared at the Customs Official
Instead of heading south like most do from Quito, we decided to get the hard stuff out of the way first and take on Colombia. Christmas found us in Cali. I had been warned by our government not to go there, and most Americans turn into bunnies if they are told they might even have to land there to change planes. Sadly, all I can report is we could not find a single guerrilla wanting to take us hostage or shoot us. Instead we found warm and friendly Colombians welcoming us into their homes to share a Christmas meal and lend us a free apartment. Of course that does not mean all of Colombia is safe, but then neither is New York, Los Angeles or Washington, DC, nor do I naively go looking for trouble in any of those places. This was my second pass through Cali and both times have been memorably warm and motorcycling friendly.
We managed to test our overloaded 1983 Honda Silverwing GL650 with some off-road riding. It is too overloaded to clear anything much higher than an ant, so now we cautiously approach any speed bump or gravel.
Our $3,000.00 USD "adventure" motorcycle can do nearly everything the $20,000.00 USD ones can, just more slowly.
Seems HorizonsUnlimited travelers are riding all over South America. In 1997 when I made this trip I would go weeks without seeing another traveler. Now they are everywhere, and from all over the earth. At a toll booth in Chile I was told a funny story by a HorizonsUnlimited traveler about how he pinned himself underneath his BMW F650 in Argentina. Help came in a 4-wheel drive truck and hauled his bike and he to a police post where the policemen offered to ride the bike out to the next town. The cop crashed the Brit's bike and both cop and owner ended up in beds next to each other in the hospital. Maybe the Internet has made the world too small when stories like this get around?
David Mclure Taylor and I trade stories on the side of the road in Chile. Mine did not involve pinning myself under my bike or having a cop crash it for me.
This is my first ride around the world with a pillion. Her Parkinson's Disease frustrates both of us. She has had to learn about space and weight (I rant a lot), third world toilets and packing and I have learned why I have been so comfortable being a lone wolf traveler on my previous four rides around the world.
Donna-Rae wondered what riding in the desert was like. After we did some sand and dust in Peru she was ready for smooth pavement again. Piloting the over weight Honda is deep sand was like trying to stay on top of a greased hog, (pig, but that could be a Harley).
After a month we are still talking but I sometimes hear her muttering behind her face shield what I am sure are obscenities aimed at me. She has her view of our ride on her website. My view is at Horizons Unlimited under "What's New" for February 2005. We are still both having some laughs, like when I drool and spit when screaming or when she tries to eat food on the back of the motorcycle at speed. I often laugh into my gloved hand after seeing her come out of some of the more colorful and odoriferous toilets too. Ushuaia next, then up to Buenos Aires and across to Africa, if we are still talking."
"The hardest thing about crossing the border was getting there. From Lahore, it was a thirty kilometer, two hour weave between donkey carts, camel caravans and bullying bus drivers.
Islamic militants
After three weeks in Pakistan, the vibrancy of India blossoms into vivid colors of pinks and blues. More welcome than that is the appearance of females. Tucked away in Islamic culture, there were few glimpses of women let alone their heads. Here, nose-ringed Indian girls in dazzling saris buzz about on purring motor-scooters while bearded men in bright orange turbans tend roadside food-stalls.
The roads are as terrifying as promised but not as death defying as the ride from Karachi. Each new country consumes weeks discovering rhythms to the chaos. In the meantime, we cringe and dodge with sighs of relief thanking Allah, Jesus and Shiva. To extend a long and happy life, I hope to spend more time in less places. Riding is too hard on the nerves.
Hard hat construction workers
Indians are the most curious people yet encountered. Within moments of stopping, mobs of inquisitive black haired natives accumulate for interrogation. 'From which country are you?' Followed by, 'What is your good name sir?' Scooter riders flatter; '“Your motorbike is looking very graceful today.” While testing the throttle and brakes, all the switches must be flipped as dozens try on my helmet. The rest is standard dialogue regarding cost, speed, mileage, number of gears and how long on the road.
Spreading motorcycle fever in India
Traveling the countryside, I love to spread my disease. While surrounded outside marketplaces, I select the shyest child, beckoning him near. Coaxing him closer to press his index finger on the starter button ignites his spirit as quickly as the Blue Beast fires alive. A few blips of the throttle and he is infected—a thrilled, little brown face with wide eyes ablaze now burns with motorcycle fever."
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Plenty of discussion on Ewan McGregor and Charley Boorman's "Long way Round" trip, book and video on the HUBBPeter, (Beddhist on the HUBB) wrote " EMG has not only written a book about the trip, entitled Long Way Round, but he's also read excerpts from his book on BBC Radio. I found it rather touching, not at all as described above, and I would like to share his readings with you. As I don't think it's available on the BBC web site any more I have transformed the 5 parts into MP3 files." Long Way Round: Chasing Shadows Across the World
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Mika Kuhn and Damaris, Germany, around the world, in Mozambique and Tanzania, Tenere,"We left the Mozambique coast town of Beira in the early morning and reached the Zambezi River late afternoon. A very basic ferry came, good for one truck, two pick-ups and of course one hundred people and bicycles. We were last to ride on. I rode my Tenere on first and was just about to park it between the truck and one of the pick-ups when people started to shout at me. I rushed back to see what had happened to Damaris. She had slipped on the ramp and ridden the bike off the ferry into the water. She was completely wet but OK. On the way across nobody asked us to pay for the crossing: if you fall into the water you travel for free. Going South again thru Rwanda and Burundi the local people would cheer next to the road as we rode past. It was a bit like 'hey look, the white tourists are back, the war must be over'. Bujumbura, the capital city of Burundi, is full of UN soldiers with blue helmets and white Toyotas. We entered 'The Wild West of Tanzania', as we called it in the beginning of the rainy season. As we reached Mpanga, we stayed in a hotel with showers and a restaurant, only to find out next day that the hotel manager stole 10 litres of petrol out of the Suzuki. So, avoid the Highway Guesthouse in Mpanga if you come through, or punch the manager hard for me."
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Johan and Charmaine Claasens, South Africa, Cape Town to London, in Ethiopia, 1150GS,"Back in Addis Ababa. Before we left, we decided to mail our books and some other things back home. We first tried the courier companies but they were way expensive (about R300), so we tried normal mail. At the postal office the security wouldn't let Johan in with the tank bag because he was 'armed and dangerous'. Yip he had the Swiss Army knife and the camera, both are not allowed in the post office! So Charmaine headed off on a postal adventure. To make a very long story short, she went from counter No.38, to No.2, to No.1 (Customs), to No.3, to No.1, to No.6, wrapped the parcel and went to No.1, to No. 6, 'plastered' (taped) the parcel and went back to No.1 but they had all gone to lunch!! After lunch Charmaine went back to No.1, then to No.2 and got the parcel sent. Hallelujah, it was quite a feeling of victory! Coming out, we found a piece of paper on the GS. It was from Oku our Japanese friend whom we met at Jungle Junction in Nairobi. It was so good to see him again and he told us that he met Robert, the Croatian, in Kampala. We met with Oku every day while we were still in Addis, it was really nice getting to know him. Oku also introduced us to another Japanese backpacker. Apparently many Japanese backpackers travel through Iran, UAE, Oman, Yemen, Djibouti, Ethiopia, and Sudan to Egypt then fly home. So it was good to hear that there is some sort of 'ferry' system across the Red Sea. Akator did advise us that the boat he came across on would be too small for the GS." Frankie Surgener, Scotland/Australia, to Cambodia, RideAid, F650,"Well after 20,000 km; 8 countries; 2 monsoons; a hundred near misses and several; lost ...?? I guess it had to happen... 40 km from the final at Phnom Penh--the last village, in fact... I had a head on collision. Please don't anyone panic. The bike and I are both fairly beaten up... I am at hospital, writing this on a kind doctors laptop... Anyway, I was really lucky - I was doing only 80 km and the driver just came straight out without looking (very normal) I put into practice my emergency crash that I have been practising daily, for just this event - head on - front of bike then side of bike took the hit - I hit side on. Lucky I played years of rugby with Maoris - its just like hitting one of them - like hitting a truck, in fact - so into PP sad bike and biker on the back of a truck... with a whole Cambodian village in tow (they were great).
... As I lie here slowly recovering in a hotel in Sihanoukville, I am increasingly filled with horror at the unfolding tsunami disaster. This is no unfamiliar territory or far away land to me. This is the very terrain that I have just traveled through on this and other journeys. God knows how many people I know, whose lives are gone or destroyed. It is beyond belief. I would like the Rideaid network to help somehow and am having meetings tomorrow with people who work extensively on humanitarian projects in this region. I will report back. If you would like to help, then please contact me directly. ... I was determined to finish the trip. After a couple of days of medical and mechanical care and repair, I organised a truck and off we went for the final 200 km. I reached M'Lop Tapang Child Care centre in the afternoon, unloaded the bike and gingerly rode across the threshold to rousing cheers from the children and staff, This was what the journey was all about and it was going to be completed. I spent a wonderful time with the kids and staff and then disappeared into a hotel for several days to recuperate. Anti-inflammatories and Johnny Walker was the prescription ( well that was my reading of it. Helps not to speak the lingo sometimes...) Frankie" Ed. RideAid is all about helping the children of Cambodia. Do have a look at the website and donate if you can, it's certainly in a good cause.
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"Jon Holmes, a teacher from Nebraska, has been on the road for 2½ years, in what started out as a trip to Alaska on his Suzuki 650. He attended a Horizons Unlimited traveler’s meeting that I was at in Revelstoke, British Columbia in September 2003, on his way back from Alaska. He says that he got so excited at the gathering, that instead of returning to Nebraska, he simply headed south to Mexico and Central America. He’s been on the road ever since."
Ed. What a wonderfully corrupting influence we are ;-)
"Ushuaia, Argentina is the southernmost city in the world, and as such, is a meeting place of all the touring moto freaks every year for Christmas and New Year's Eve. Here's a list of who, on what, and from where for how long. This year, we all ganged up on the fantastic folks at the Rugby Club Camping ground and stuffed ourselves silly with a BBQ lamb and boxes of Argentinean wine. We were even fortunate enough to be a part of TWO engagements!
Apologies to those that I may have missed.
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Country |
Bike |
Where their tour is |
How long for this trip |
David Taylor |
UK |
2000 F650 |
South America |
9 months |
Rene Cormier |
Canada |
2003 F650 |
Round the world |
3 years |
Luca Marani |
Italy |
2000 Honda Trans Alp |
South America |
6 months |
Peter Slarke |
UK |
1992 Honda Dominator NX650N |
Alaska to Ushuaia |
12 months |
Jessica Hartridge |
UK |
2000 KLR 250 |
South America |
7 months |
Christian Schmidt |
Germany |
2002 KTM LC 640 Adventure |
South America |
6 months |
Heike Everyling |
Germany |
1999 Suzuki DR 650 |
South America |
6 months |
Jon Holmes |
USA |
2001 Suzuki DR 650 |
Alaska to Ushuaia |
2 years |
Tony Fagan |
UK |
1998 KLR 650 |
North and South America |
13 months |
John Wellburn |
Canada |
1976 R90 |
North and South America |
9 months |
Werner and Gina Weber |
Switzerland |
2003 KTM LC8 |
South America |
5 months |
Tom Hunter |
USA |
2000 BMW R1150GS |
South America |
Unknown |
Uwe Rodacker |
Germany |
1993 Honda Africa Twin |
North and South America |
1 year |
Beate Block |
Germany |
1999 Honda Trans Alp |
North and South America |
1 year |
Joerg Kallinna |
Germany |
1999 Honda Africa Twin |
South America |
8 months |
Kirsten Schellenberg |
1997 BMW R80GS |
South America |
8 months |
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Reiner Prinz |
Germany |
2003 KTM LC8 |
South America |
2 months |
David Helmreich |
Austria |
2004 BMW R1150 GS Adventure. |
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There was also a Harley with Quebec, Canada plates that was seen but not identified.
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Severin Werner and Daniel Zuffelato, Switzerland, South America, Honda Africa Twins,
"About 2 years ago the idea of Motorbike journey came up to my mind and did not let me go anymore. It was all about motor biking, adventure, freedom and that kind of stuff. Well, the usual thoughts with which fanatic biker get confronted after a while, when getting bored by the overcrowded and busy streets in central Europe.
The main question was where I would find the real adventure in the today’s world. Different requirements had to be fulfilled. On the one side it should not be a terrain where I would be faced with a lot of all-inclusive-tourists. On the other side it should be possible to have fun, riding through untouched nature, see lovely country sides and never the less also having the possibility of finding a mechanic in an emergency.
Daniel Zuffelato, Michael and Andreas from SK-Motoparts, the Swiss representative company of Touratech, and Severin Werner. The guys from SK-Motoparts helped us a lot with our bikes and information and we can just recommend them to everybody!
In the end I had to make some compromises. The South American continent crystallised to be my favourite destination. In February 2005 our tour starts in Santiago de Chile. It will lead us through various countries across the South American continent. A whole lot of famous and certainly amazing POI (points of interest) will lead us through our adventure. Starting in Valparaiso (Chile), in a kind of slalom we will cross the Andes a few times by passing high altitudes while heading north. On that way we get to know if our rubber cows (Honda Africa Twins) are vulnerable for altitude sickness or if they are similar reliable during the coming 25,000km as they were on the past 80,000km.
After crossing through Chile, Argentina, Peru and Bolivia, we pass the borders to Brazil. It will take about two months to ride from Corumba (border to Bolivia) to Rio, Belo Horizonte, Salvador, Recife and Natal, following the unsurpassable beaches up to Fortaleza."
"Hi Grant and Susan, First of all, this is a great site and it has helped me a lot during all my preparations. Thanks Heaps! I'm planning a Trans Siberia trip on XL650V TransAlp motorbikes together with 2 mates of mine and we are trying to get awareness for a charity called FAN. Friedreichs Ataxia Network is trying to get money for research to find a cure for this devastating disease. Thanks heaps, Patrick, The Last Stans"
And from Mick,
"G'day grant and Susan, a wonderful website, how many people has this site been responsible for inspiring to take off? We are 3 lads riding London to Vladivostok in May this year to try and raise money for Friedreich's Ataxia disease. I just want to get our website onto your site. All the very best for a wonderful 2005. cheers Mick
P.S. the extent of Horizons is unreal, I was standing at the Moon Valley at San Pedro de Atacama, Chile last year wearing my Horizons t-shirt when a German biker came up to chat, also wearing his Horizons t-shirt, and I wasn't even riding a bike at the time.
Latest: "It's a bit of a surprise but we found a fourth travel lunatic who is going to join us on this trip. His name is Scott Luttrell"
"My wife and I plan to fly two Honda scooters to Almaty in Kazakhstan, and ride back to UK via Kyrgistan, Uzbekistan, Turkmenistan, Azerbaijan, and Iran. Hope to get from Almaty to Turkmenistan border in 15 days and then another 15 days to get to Turkish border via Mary and Ashgebat and Turkmenbashi, cross Caspian, to Baku, than south to Iranian border and thence to Turkey. We have a guide in Turkmenistan as it seems to be no alternative to this.
We have been given free comprehensive cover from Iran Turkey border but are having great difficulty getting any cover for Kazakhstan to Iran... Can you advise, please. Doing trip for Macmillan Cancer Care, but not looking for any financial favours!"
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"The first people to ever hold Double Guinness World Records™ of 'Around the World by Motorcycle' and the 'Trans-Americas by Motorcycle'.On 22 September 2003, a rugged, mud caked BMW R1150GS Adventure armed with battered metal panniers and a buckled back wheel, crawled into the town of Ushuaia, the most southern city in the world that can be reached by road. An exhausted couple, having just slid their way treacherously through a snowy Paso de Garibaldi, finally reached the very end of the road, beyond which lay Antarctica. The bike was ridden by Kevin Sanders, with his wife Julia on the back, and the husband and wife team had just completed what had never been done before. Starting from Deadhorse, Alaska, they had ridden the length of the Americas Continent, some 27,200 kms, in less than 35 days and in doing so, rode into the Guinness World Record™ Book for a second time. Unaided, with no back up team, no support vehicle and only their spirit of adventure to bring them through, they smashed the existing record by over 12 days. Filmed by Kevin & Julia as the record unfolded, this is an inspired account of the challenges they faced, braving the remote wilderness of the Arctic tundra, riding over 1,000 miles day in the USA, facing border bureaucracy through Central America, kidnap risks in Colombia, Ecuadorian civil unrest, and the icy wastelands of Patagonia, but ultimately winning through to claim their second Guinness World Record." Special for Horizons Unlimited - 15% discount - Just use the Promotion code "Horizons" when ordering. DVD, Video, and a book coming. Order details on their site. |
"What a trip – you never know what's going to happen when you hit the starter and take the first miles from home. We stayed in everything from a 7 star hotel to bush camping in a field. The Burg al Arab is some thing special, really spectacular. I must have walked around with my mouth open like a gold fish for a day - the splendor of it, Wow! Never did get used to the butler though.
Even stopping for petrol became experience in Turkey - always offered tea, conversation limited but fun.
The trip was always a quick one - 12 weeks UK to Nepal. We did have a few goals: meet the chaps from my bike club in Shimla and a meal in the Everest steak house Katmandu and for me to kayak down a few rivers in Nepal. As it worked out I must be the only person who carried a kayak cag all the way to middle east and back!
But life took over and everything changed. Things like the change in the rules by the Pakistan government you have to take in your stride. Borders close and open. I know we were not the only ones to be refused entry to a country and we won't be the last. So you change your plans, which we did - instead of Pakistan, India and Nepal we ended up going to Romania, Bulgaria and Hungary. What was not planned was the 3 inches of snow and riding in summer kit in freezing conditions. So we blitzed it over to Germany to see Uli and Lisa who we met in Iran at hotel no visa (if you want to find out about this read the blog). Thanks for putting us up Lisa.
We have been back one month now Richard is back at Kuoni and I am back riding the highways of England as a courier and looking to start as an outdoor instructor in the new year. Did we learn any thing? Yep lots don't believe every thing the media says. The next time I meet up with a wonderful girl like Lucy I'll marry her. Oh and Phillipe your a lucky chap. Enjoy your trip."
Ed. See Richard and Chris Stone's blog here on Horizons Unlimited!
The inflight map on the miniature screen 20 inches from my face tells me that we are 33,000ft over Delhi, India. It's another sobering reminder that Heathrow is about 8 hours ahead. Reminders like that and the captain stating that London has "persistent light drizzle" as we get nearer do nothing to help my denial that I am going home.
My friend Dermot told me in an email to savour every remaining morning, day and night, as the realities of life will hit me hard on my return....well mate, they have not only hit me hard, but they have pushed me down the stairs, taken me out the back and given me a good going over with a bit of 2 by 4.
I've already started to reminisce about the adventure that has taken a year to fulfil, already started to pour over the photos of people met and places visited. The memories are still fresh and I want to keep it that way, although I am painfully aware that two weeks from now it will all seem like I never left blighty and those memories will start to fade.
Consoling myself with the fact that I will see my family and friends soon, and that eases the pain. Whilst I have been away, I have gained "Uncle Brian" status - I can't wait to meet my niece Megan. Have some good days ahead in the UK...am I clutching at straws?
Na, actually England is a pretty cool place to live and being away from it's quirks and delights really makes you appreciate the place. I think the biggest fear is one of getting back into the routine - if I'm honest with myself I think that is what I fear the most... slipping into a routine and watching months go by being a wage slave.
Right, I've got that out of my system for the time being, so what did we get up to in our last month in South America? Well Iguaçu falls knocked us off our feet, we took a flight there from Buenos Aires in Argentina. The girth of the falls was incredible, even when you are half a kilometer away from the falls, you cannot fit it into your vision, IT'S THAT BIG!
Then a flight back to Buenos Aires saw us soaking up one of the best cities in South America. We fell in love with Tango and took private lessons, lots of fun and lots of work. I'm still trying to sort out the moves in my head and piece a sequence together. After BA we took a bus to an estancia (an Argentinean farm) to go horse riding and walk around the hills. The owner / host was the ex-president of the Argentinean gastronomic society. My god, the food that he conjured up for every meal was a small miracle. Had not tasted food that good for a very long time.
Then a very uncomfortable 10 hour bus ride took us into Mendoza, more shopping there and more sampling of their fine wines and meat saw me put on more lard. After Mendoza we took a bus back into Chile and Santiago.
Santiago saw us get some quotes on flying the bike back home to Europe. Got a mail from a biker friend on a really really good price on flying the bike back home. I subsequently followed up his hint and got an amazing price. We took in Santiago for a couple of nights before deciding that we should spend the last remaining week in Latin America in a city we really wanted to be in...so we took another flight back to Buenos Aires. There we dined on more incredible food and spent the day getting more lessons from our very patient tutors. It's not an easy dance and will take a lot of practice before I can even think about keeping in time to music. Lots of twisting of the torso in one direction and the legs in the opposite. It really is a beautiful dance...ahem, when it's done properly.
After our final visit to Buenos Aires, it was time to return again to Santiago, where I visited a Chilean airline and said goodbye to Thumper as I saw him get all packed up like a big present. They even covered him in shrinkwrap. Feel a bit guilty that the last month of travel was without him, but there was no way that we could have covered the distances we wanted to travel in Argentina on him. So then we left Latin America, my home for the past 8 months, what an experience it was, what a fantastic, colourful, passionate part of the world.
We then found ourselves in Sydney where friends put us up for three days. It was three days of taking it easy and catching up on news, again, more time would have been great. Then on to Thailand for a stopover in Bangkok. At this point our internal clocks were all over the place, we were eating breakfast at 11pm and having dinner at 8 in the morning, or so it felt. After a productive day of buying all kinds of things, thoughts turned to home.
So here I am, it's summertime in London and the weather is superb, Saturday night approaches and we are off to a wedding. What then? Well, I have a flight out of here on Tuesday, to even sunnier Madrid, where my bike awaits, it's just arrived from Santiago....well, you didn't seriously think that the adventure was over just yet did you?"
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