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Isle of Man

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From The north coast of the Isle we continued on the Causway Coastal route the 77-Miles to Belfast. We saw tons of bikes that had been at the “north-west” race nearby.Finding the ferry dock is not that easy and…
On a Saturday night we fly out of Buenos Aires, bound for someplace north….it’s a long and winding road home to South Dakota from here for me, and this will be the first step of many.  I find other than... <a href="https://sturgischick.wordpress.com/2015/07/02/seattle-shortstop/">Read More ›</a><img alt="" border="0" src="https://pixel.wp.com/b.gif?host=sturgischick.wordpress.com&blog=49567018&post=5882&subd=sturgischick&ref=&feed=1" width="1" height="1"/>

Seattle Shortstop

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On a Saturday night we fly out of Buenos Aires, bound for someplace north….it’s a long and winding road home to South Dakota from here for me, and this will be the first step of many.  I find other than…
<span>After spending the better part of two weeks between hotels and hostels,  largely surrounded by other Europeans and Americans, we were ready to  get into the wild. Nothing against our country men, we have enjoyed  meeting and becoming friends with many of them, but we travel the way we  do, staying away from populous areas, so that we are more likely to  have meaningful experiences with locals, rather than people we just as  easily could have encountered within a few miles of our childhood homes.  <br /><br /><img src="http://i.imgur.com/7ZEMz7Ql.jpg"/><br /><span><i>Riding by a Wayuu home</i></span><br /><br />To  say I was craving interaction with the locals is an understatement. I  needed it. Somewhere between being robbed in Costa Rica and waking to  the retching of a pommy in what should have been a magical jungle  retreat above Minca, I had lost touch with the joy of travel. And having  heard that my Mom was sick while we were in Cartagena, didn’t help. My  heart wasn’t in it. My heart was split between wanting to continue the  journey and wanting to go home for a break. But we hadn’t yet found a  safe place to leave the bikes and so we had to continue. And if we were  to continue, I was adamant that we were not going to stay in another  hostel.<br /><br />We were keen to see the flamingos south of Riohacha, so  we headed to Camarones, where a few Wayuu and Afro Colombian villages  are located in which you can eat, camp and visit the flamingos with the  locals. <br /><br />The Wayuu are a fiercely independent and proud people,  never having succumbed to Spanish rule and to this day they remain  largely autonomous from the Colombian government. <br /><br />It seemed we  had arrived past the season for flamingos, as the settlement we arrived  at seemed to be deserted but for a few people. We were welcomed anyhow,  told we could camp there and directed to a closed restaurant that would  open just to serve us. A table and set of plastic chairs were dragged  out of storage and placed in the middle of the sandy road for us. While  we waited for our camarones (shrimp) and ensalada (salad), two local  kiddos entertained us by climbing up palm trees and dribbling a homemade  soccer ball in circles around Roel. Eventually, another pair of  tourists appeared out of nowhere and enjoyed the same treatment a little  farther down the “street.”<br /><br />Chatting and playing with these kids was like food for my soul. It was exactly the experience I needed. <br /><br />While  we were waiting for our dinner (the ingredients for which had to be  purchased somewhere else as our hostess took off on the back of a  motorbike for about 20 minutes), there were a few power outages. The  weather was fine, and judging from the way the children were counting,  this was a common occurrence. We lent our hostess our flashlights while  she was preparing our meal and suddenly, it seemed people began coming  out of the woodwork. 5 more children, including a toddler, arrived. The  mother of our hostess came out and kept an eye on the situation. And  more locals began to pass by. <br /><br /><img src="http://i.imgur.com/bYuCcQtl.jpg"/><br /><span><i>Shrimp and patacones. I enjoyed the shrimp, but I have to say I'm a little over friedeverythingelse.</i></span><br /><br />I’m  not sure if it was just because we had been so used to being in a  cocoon of Westerners and Western-catering business, but we began to feel  uneasy at some point during dinner. The kids had found another plastic  chair and pulled it up to our table. When the lights went out for the  third time, I felt the need to place a protective arm around the camera I  had set on the table. A feeling I loathed but couldn’t ignore. <br /><br />The  kids spoke perfect Spanish as did our hostess, who it turned out, was  their aunt. The grandmother spoke a few words of Spanish, but mostly  tried to communicate with us in wayuunaiki, the language of the Wayuu  people. At some point, she seemed to be trying to warn us about  something, and was alternately asking us to buy her a soda. We concluded  that maybe she wasn’t 100%, but then had our doubts about that when we  asked if we could set up our tent in a spot we felt would be more  private and shielded from the bright street light that had turned on  again: Our hostess warned us that it would be better to camp where she  directed as she could better protect us there. WHAT?<br /><br />The older  woman followed us and a crowd of children and more adults gathered to  watch us set up our tent. We briefly considered leaving, but by now, it  was well after dark and not knowing how far we were from Riohacha and  what we would find there, we decided to take our chances where we were. <br /><br />As  she shooed away the group that had gathered, our hostess warned us to  keep our belongings close to us and that if anything “happened” to yell  really loudly and she would come to our rescue. <br /><br />Her mother remained, staring at us for several minutes. <br /><br />Not exactly a goodnight that made us feel comfortable. <br /><br />At  about 1am, we heard noises coming from the beach just next to the  ocean. And a few minutes later, we heard a loud bang on the tin roof of  the structure we were camped under. Roel got up to investigate and  determined that it must be some local kids trying to scare us as there  was a chunk of wood from a nearby pile on the roof. <br /><br />Needless to  say, getting up to pack up the tent at first light was a relief. And we  were surprised that by the time Roel was out of the tent, we already had  an audience of small children watching me pack up our home. <br /><br /><img src="http://i.imgur.com/tel9RCdl.jpg"/><br /><span><i>Packing up the tent with a little audience... she was fascinated as I deflated our beds.</i></span><br /><br /><img src="http://i.imgur.com/PPEvSSul.jpg"/><br /><br /><img src="http://i.imgur.com/MpWw88cl.jpg"/></span>

Into Wayuu Territory

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After spending the better part of two weeks between hotels and hostels, largely surrounded by other Europeans and Americans, we were ready to get into the wild. Nothing against our country men, we have enjoyed meeting and becoming friends with…
Spent some time on Saturday checking the bikes out, more maintenance and of course getting organised for the great escape to the Outer Hebrides next Saturday (if the good people at Cali Macbrayne don't strike again) A run down to the tea shop in Gullan...

Warm showers and sun, sidecarring along

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Spent some time on Saturday checking the bikes out, more maintenance and of course getting organised for the great escape to the Outer Hebrides next Saturday (if the good people at Cali Macbrayne don’t strike again) A run down to…
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Getting back to North America

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After nearly two years on the road, we have finally reached the end of our planned travel in South America. We could go on and on, I think, as far as riding this continent or moving on to others.  There…
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South Wales

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We are on our way to Cardiff Wales today, but we made a stop in the famous city of Bath and to the Castle at Caerphilly on the way.Bath is where the rich and famous have come to relax…
Colonia del Sacramento is the only UNESCO world heritage site in all of Uruguay, and we have already heard that this village of cobblestoned streets and remnants of forts is a lovely place to visit.  It was originally settled in 1680... <a href="https://sturgischick.wordpress.com/2015/06/21/colonia-del-sacramento-uruguay/">Read More ›</a><img alt="" border="0" src="https://pixel.wp.com/b.gif?host=sturgischick.wordpress.com&blog=49567018&post=5821&subd=sturgischick&ref=&feed=1" width="1" height="1"/>

Colonia del Sacramento, Uruguay

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Colonia del Sacramento is the only UNESCO world heritage site in all of Uruguay, and we have already heard that this village of cobblestoned streets and remnants of forts is a lovely place to visit.  It was originally settled in…
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Plymouth

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The ferry leaves Roscoff France daily at 3 pm for the 6-8 hour crossing to Plymouth. By now it was of course raining again.You arrive 45 min early and check in at the gate. Here they will ask for…
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North America By Motorcycle (update)

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I’m falling behind with writing posts about our trip across the country, but we’ve continued to travel. The miles are adding up, and so are the months, and it’s hard to keep track of it all! We started from Kelowna …
Spot messenger – for you and your families peace of mind when you’re out riding. You can request help, message loved ones, etc. : http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00C8S8S4W/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B00C8S8S4W&linkCode=as2&tag=sturchic04-20&linkId=XQTOKFNP5FM4JCRV Lifeproof case for my iPhone – this is such a great idea for keeping my... <a href="https://sturgischick.wordpress.com/2015/06/18/my-favorite-biker-trinkets/">Read More ›</a><img alt="" border="0" src="https://pixel.wp.com/b.gif?host=sturgischick.wordpress.com&blog=49567018&post=5919&subd=sturgischick&ref=&feed=1" width="1" height="1"/>

My favorite biker trinkets

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Spot messenger – for you and your families peace of mind when you’re out riding. You can request help, message loved ones, etc. : http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00C8S8S4W/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B00C8S8S4W&linkCode=as2&tag=sturchic04-20&linkId=XQTOKFNP5FM4JCRV Lifeproof case for my iPhone – this is such a great idea for keeping my…
Brian and I have a bright spot on the horizon in Uruguay, and his name is Pete.  He is a friend we met back in Mexico and who graduated with the same class of Stahlratte travelers. Pete will be last... <a href="https://sturgischick.wordpress.com/2015/06/18/montevideo-uruguay/">Read More ›</a><img alt="" border="0" src="https://pixel.wp.com/b.gif?host=sturgischick.wordpress.com&blog=49567018&post=5804&subd=sturgischick&ref=&feed=1" width="1" height="1"/>

Montevideo, Uruguay

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Brian and I have a bright spot on the horizon in Uruguay, and his name is Pete.  He is a friend we met back in Mexico and who graduated with the same class of Stahlratte travelers. Pete will be last…
<div>I’m afraid there’s been little in the way of adventures the last couple of weeks hence the silence on the blog however things have been happening. We have had visitors, Dan and Sara joined us again for their last weekend in Scotland before heading to Europe to continue on their worldwide ride <a href="http://www.worldwideride.ca/">www.worldwideride.ca</a> and we had a visit from our German friends Tomas and Andrea who are in Scotland for their motorcycle adventure also.</div><div>First thing is they both had terrible weather, cold and wet, not great for motorcycle touring, where the hell is global warming when you need it? All those scientists rambling on about environmental change, mostly bollocks, state sponsored nonsense to further en-richen the rich and make the poor pay. If the Ice cap is disappearing then I for one am pretty sure I know where it’s gone, right here in my back yard!</div><div>Secondly the Canadians and the Germans commented (more than once) on how expensive it is here, not just for one item but for everything, the Canadian dollar is around 2:1 and yet the prices here are the same in pounds a they are in Dollars. I feel this myself, I am a proud Scot (ok and a bit Italian) but have noticed we all live here in a big hype, stunning countryside, great roads to ride but a huge rip off mostly. Our roads have also over the last 5-10 years become busier with the modern curse of motorhome and caravans (mostly an increase in gargantuan motorhomes driven by the same numpties who can barely drive a car) I also have to point out small camper vans are exempt from this rant being no bigger than most large cars really. Large amounts of huge European registered motorhomes packed to the roof with supermarket goods bought in their home countries stalk and congest our roads stealing our views and history and contributing hee haw to our economy. Of course I am being selfish, I want the roads to myself and five star accommodation, great beer and food at Eastern European prices, it’s not going to happen. There are a handful of places that offer great value for money (you know who you are)  that’s all I ask for is value for money, how many UK tourist establishments can genuinely offer that?</div><br /><div>Motorcycling activity has in the main been limited to repairs I'm afraid, (probably why I'm grumpy)  fixing the damage to Fi’s Norton after the great P&O disaster, new head bearings in her BMW, a right PITA, actually I videoed the job so if I can string along enough instructional video without expletives I may upload it to youtube. Hey ho, roll on the summer man!!     </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UkaV6BdTYzU/VYHPKsOvyuI/AAAAAAAAIBQ/H_p2o-qSk_4/s1600/a1.JPG"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UkaV6BdTYzU/VYHPKsOvyuI/AAAAAAAAIBQ/H_p2o-qSk_4/s640/a1.JPG"/></a></td></tr><tr><td>Taking the tourists to Bass rock</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WoIToeR484Y/VYHPKue3pmI/AAAAAAAAIBM/SFAlhit44PA/s1600/a2.JPG"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WoIToeR484Y/VYHPKue3pmI/AAAAAAAAIBM/SFAlhit44PA/s640/a2.JPG"/></a></td></tr><tr><td>Concorde</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JgHsxMu1sew/VYHPKjh-xlI/AAAAAAAAIBU/CG0pAIU941U/s1600/a3.JPG"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JgHsxMu1sew/VYHPKjh-xlI/AAAAAAAAIBU/CG0pAIU941U/s640/a3.JPG"/></a></td></tr><tr><td>The girls playing</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eibcd9Ii95E/VYHPLRqu_XI/AAAAAAAAIBY/jxbDtccn0v8/s1600/a4.JPG"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eibcd9Ii95E/VYHPLRqu_XI/AAAAAAAAIBY/jxbDtccn0v8/s640/a4.JPG"/></a></td></tr><tr><td>Concorde cabin, cool, more dials than a Norton Commando that's for sure</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h47pP_JIGgE/VYHPLge33bI/AAAAAAAAIB8/HbgDAGexPcY/s1600/a5.JPG"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h47pP_JIGgE/VYHPLge33bI/AAAAAAAAIB8/HbgDAGexPcY/s640/a5.JPG"/></a></td></tr><tr><td>Dinner</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfQ-gBF0w3k/VYHPL2qAPTI/AAAAAAAAIBg/xFq7_QjfUzA/s1600/a6.JPG"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfQ-gBF0w3k/VYHPL2qAPTI/AAAAAAAAIBg/xFq7_QjfUzA/s640/a6.JPG"/></a></td></tr><tr><td>In the sheeps heid</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WR7yMYvEVVs/VYHPMBndxcI/AAAAAAAAIBk/v2PAmBzGXYQ/s1600/a7.JPG"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WR7yMYvEVVs/VYHPMBndxcI/AAAAAAAAIBk/v2PAmBzGXYQ/s640/a7.JPG"/></a></td></tr><tr><td>Fellow Germans staying in the same hotel as Tomas touring on these</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-70BVA6oZDA4/VYHPMdw7OjI/AAAAAAAAICI/GJAWZqbVhmk/s1600/a8.JPG"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-70BVA6oZDA4/VYHPMdw7OjI/AAAAAAAAICI/GJAWZqbVhmk/s640/a8.JPG"/></a></td></tr><tr><td>Tomas reckoned 30mph top whack</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v89CBB1YwF4/VYHPMo4ukzI/AAAAAAAAIBw/AVs00X4BHzo/s1600/a9.JPG"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v89CBB1YwF4/VYHPMo4ukzI/AAAAAAAAIBw/AVs00X4BHzo/s640/a9.JPG"/></a></td></tr><tr><td>Fair play</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gOSbxFIZR5A/VYHP8guqyPI/AAAAAAAAICU/Tn4EtHTKDxU/s1600/a10.JPG"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gOSbxFIZR5A/VYHP8guqyPI/AAAAAAAAICU/Tn4EtHTKDxU/s640/a10.JPG"/></a></td></tr><tr><td>OK so one day it was sunny and warm.....two great examples of good engineering (no jokes, the lampost isn't one of them!!</td></tr></tbody></table>

Bimbling along

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I’m afraid there’s been little in the way of adventures the last couple of weeks hence the silence on the blog however things have been happening. We have had visitors, Dan and Sara joined us again for their last weekend…

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