June 27, 2013 GMT
Almaty or (and) bust (again).
It took us 3 days to get out of Semey, One day was for my recovery and the 3rd to register our visas. They have a strange system in some places like Kazakhstan . yes you have a visa to get in. but then you have to visit the migration police in 5 days to register. Day 1 is the day you enter. that was Saturday, and they only open Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday. But not if Monday is after a weekend holiday.
All forms need filling in Russian. We paid a taxi driver to help ease us through the system. This involved retuning to the hotel to get an hotel stamp on the forms before the policeman would continue the process. At one point we had a total stranger filling our forms in for us.
Posted by Bruce Porter at 04:54 PM
July 05, 2013 GMT
Still breaking in Kaz
Kazakhstan, wonderful country, wonderful people. But it seemed to be determined to kill my bike.
After Almaty we headed south west, flanked to our left by the foothills of the Himalayas and the borders of Kyrgyzstan. The roads here are good, and at times the scenery is spectacular as the green lower slopes are split from the blue sky by the white peaks.
Posted by Bruce Porter at 04:28 PM
July 11, 2013 GMT
Retreat (and advance) from Volgograd
For most of the trip we haven't known where we were, where we were going and very often where we had been.
After leaving Kazakhstan, and its wild and unpredictable roads, we followed the Volga down to Volgograd. For those of higher age, it was formally known as Stalingrad and flattened during the war as Hitler tried gain it as a prize, and access to the oil fields of the Caucuses. However the Germans never had their way and gave up in 1943. They continue to honour the defiance to this day.
Posted by Bruce Porter at 07:56 AM
July 16, 2013 GMT
Europe - The Final Breakdown
Five days from Volgograd to Calais, 3500 kilometres (2200 miles), then a short hop across the channel to stay with a friend (well his wife as he had gone Morris Dancing) before the final leg home.
74 days to ride around the world, I won't change the blog title as Mike isn't home yet.
I even managed to arrive home in time for Jean's birthday.
(Yes, I do have a new T-shirt on)
Posted by Bruce Porter at 09:49 AM
August 06, 2013 GMT
The rally at the end of the world
Mike returned to the UK last week, but instead of going home went straight to the Bridge Rats 10th Rat Pack rally at the Heath rugby club in Halifax.
In his one man determination to finally get a 'Furthest Traveled' award at a rally he rode Europe to the most western point at Cabo Da Roca which is slightly north of Lisbon, Portugal, before pointing his 'Peg' on its final lap home.
On far too many occasions we have both been pipped for the award, largely due to our central UK starting point, by either someone from Cornwall (when on remote Scottish islands) or a visiting marauding band of Belgian bikers.
Posted by Bruce Porter at 12:38 PM