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Boss!  De Bike, De Bike!

Boss! De Bike, De Bike!

Shockingly enough everything with the arrival of the bike went off without a hitch!  Instead of giving you all the details, here’s some photos of the uploading. Then it was off to the jungle for riding and special meet that’s been 2.5 years in the...
Okay, now it’s just creepy

Okay, now it’s just creepy

Back on the road and heading to Medan things were normal until I hit a bit of a traffic jam where a truck was trying to pull another one out of a ditch (not a terribly rare event in Indonesia).  As I was stopped, I heard some squealing and the general types of noises...
The Big Durian

The Big Durian

Getting to Jakarta seemed like a fairly straightforward ride, and generally it was.  Decent traffic, some pleasant detours, and a dash of deja-vu. Along one country road that paralleled a canal I was thinking about how Dutch the scene seemed (not surprising...
Java Jive

Java Jive

Rolling off the ferry into Java was perfect- wonderful!  Whatever happened to the bike now, I only had to get a truck to Jakarta and didn’t have to deal with any kind of ferry issues or anything.  I couldn’t relax, but I could certainly give my nerves a...
Bummer Dude!

Bummer Dude!

Riding while worrying about your bike is just not fun.  Any little noise, any strange vibration and your Spidey Sense goes on full alert and you become convinced that your bike is on the verge of self-destructing in the middle of nowhere.  When riding on roads with...
More bike problems.

More bike problems.

When I got on the ferry to Sumbawa, I heard a little grinding from my rear tire.  Nothing too loud, but certainly enough to have me check when I parked the bike.  Damn- oil was leaking out of my final drive hub!  The drive had about 80,000km on it, but the last change...
Tourists are Bad.  I Think.

Tourists are Bad. I Think.

When I got to Flores I was looking forward to the mountains, volcanoes, and volcanic lakes…  Unfortunately, while the rain held off, everything was carpeted with low clouds and mist.  It was still something to see, but not what I was hoping for.  Sigh. But, but, but!...
Island Hopping

Island Hopping

Finishing Sumba worked out perfectly- I arrived at the town where the ferry left from in the late afternoon and the ferry was scheduled for 9am the next morning.  After finding a hotel, I went down to the dock to make sure I knew where to go and buy a ticket. ...
This is gooooood

This is gooooood

After my 32 hour odyssey on the ferry, I arrived in Sumba well after dark.  A stop at a gas station where the attendant waived over a local to direct me to a hotel had me in a dreamless sleep before my bike had even started to warm up properly.  The morning came early...
Timor-Leste

Timor-Leste

East Timor– a country whose very name brings up thoughts of civil war and brutal occupation.  And one where my knowledge of it ended there.  It’s now a country struggling towards a stable democracy, with a surprisingly cordial relationship with it’s...
I’m doing it again!

I’m doing it again!

Yup, I’m going to condense the rest of Australia into one post.  Partly because I want to get to the new, fun stuff and partly because it was more of the same, where some of the cool riding was off the table because of rain and delays just dragged things out....
Like the Dodo

Like the Dodo

Well, it seems my little post is well and truly lost, so here’s a quick recap. -Bal, blah, blah, sorry for the lack and generally poor quality of posts. -Thanks for still reading and for taking this blog to over 40,000 hits with no big pushes from me. -Until I...
Peebles, People, and Perth

Peebles, People, and Perth

Finishing up with the Nullarbor, I got in contact with some riders in Perth that I’d met in Columbia and arranged to stay with them while my bike got dealt with- new front tyre, my wiring harness checked, and various other odds and ends that were no doubt a...
The long road to nothing

The long road to nothing

Riding the highway down south is an exercise in patience.  It’s neither barren enough to satisfy my ‘desolation’ fix, nor diverse enough to give you something new to look at every so often.  Then you get close to Coober Pedy and the scrub disappears...
A reality check

A reality check

Uluru was also where I had to make a choice.  A most annoyingly difficult choice.  Head down to Port Augusta or try and ride across the desert on The Great Central Road towards Perth.  I REALLY wanted to do the desert ride- 1,250km of deep desert with only a couple of...
A touristy tour

A touristy tour

After a hot, sandy, sweaty, hard day- you know- the best kind,  I finished the night just outside of Kings Canyon.  After the rather flat and uninteresting terrain, the rising cliffs were a most welcome change. As always in the desert, the morning came early and...