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Stuck in Swakopmund

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Looking down at my gear shifter, sighing – damn those magic fairies, why didn’t you fix it overnight?! Sitting down on the cold concrete driveway, I get to work to remove the gear shifter from the spline. Pulling it completely…

Onwards to Swakopmund

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My eye followed the line forward through the sandy dust until I came across Mikes bike, just a few meters ahead of me. The once deep but tidy straight tracks became wobblier and wobblier as the depth of the dust…

Until You Hit The Asphalt

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I froze as I climbed out of my tent in the morning. Staring at my bike I was completely shocked into silence. My bike looks like shit. What happened? Oh yeah I was forced to load it onto an overloaded…

Not Paying For Fuel = Bad Karma

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For days now, I’d been wondering where the four Australian cyclists were, hoping I would get to pass them once again and have my dose of Australian humour. Just like last time, I met them on entering Moyle Township. Passing…

Exploding Spark Plugs

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We left fairly early the next morning. I’m not sure if it’s a good idea knowing from previous experience of German overlanders morning schedule. But on the other hand I was happy to be travelling with morning people. People who…

Spicy Food, Strange People

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One must be careful when deciding who to travel with. For the last year and a half I have been mainly on my own. I do join other overlanders, but it’s always been because we have enjoyed each others company not because…

Here Come the Stones

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Riding on a perfectly laid out gravel road and driving through traditional villages was truly the essence behind why I travel by motorcycle.  Now, if I had been on a bus, I would be limited to taking the main highway …

The Icing On The Cake

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Have you ever come across a Gecko, that’s just forgotten to hold on? I think that’s what the scouts thought I was about to do, with one hand on my bottom and another grabbing my hand trying to drag me up the…

Tiny Little Savages!

Leaving behind the dust, we were once again back on solid asphalt, riding through open plains dotted with round wooden huts. On one side I could see the mountain range that separates the bitter tension between Ethiopia and Eritrea. On…

Suitcase Rummage Hits Brisbane!

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MEETS If you live in Brisbane well come down to meet Louise, the woman behind the scenes of our Motomonkey Adventures and Amidst Journeys collaboration. Suitcase Rummage is a mini scaled market with giant rewards; it promises to be everything that is a…

Bellowing Clouds and Invisible Trucks

You always make a rough plan on where you are heading to and what you are seeing. While in Gondar I had laid out a route through the northern areas of Ethiopia, trying to cover most of the historical sites and hopefully driving through some…

Settling into Ethiopia

Children peer through the chicken wire mesh walled customs house, watching me eat my ‘Happy Cow’ cheese sandwich, sitting on a wooden plank waiting for the usual one hour Sudanese breakfast break at eleven in the morning to be over,…

‘Tomorrow Inshalla’

‘Tomorrow Inshalla’, ‘Tomorrow Inshalla’, ‘Tomorrow Inshalla’, I think I had about five days of tomorrow inshalla. But still nothing was happening, I just walked three kilometres to the port, just to hear them say ‘Tomorrow Inshalla’. Most international ports around the world…