Borjomi. Driving slow is simple and convenient. Low fuel consumption and no fines and you see a lot more around you. But it is so boring!!! But it ended at least for 50 km of dirt track
Unfortunately this pleasant shortcut was shut down in a roadblock and I was forced to go whole the way back. 100 km of fun extra! Back on the main road I could release the racer in me, I already felt having lost a lot of time. Low evening sun and heading west. Twisty downhill roads and hardly
One night's sleep can change a lot of things. Even if I haven't slept at all, or hardly anything.
During this night I came to realise that it is not worth it to travel to Iran.
I will loose the first and the last day at the borders. So there will only remain 3 whole days. And,... I will end up with a "stained" passport. No, thank you! I would rather go back to Georgia and from there to Turkey.
And that's it. I am on my way home.
Slow pace this time. Slept till 10, left
What a day. I can't say anything more.
A few hours ago I was about to quit. If even this is possible, I guess not.
I left this morning Batumi at 8:00 in the morning, to arrive in Tsaghkadzor at 21:00. Pitchblack, altitude 2000 meter above sea level and therefore only 5° C.
Shivering cold. So where was the delay?
All went well for the first 400 km.
Then in Tbilisi during rush hour a truck hit me while almost standing still.
I lost my balance and fell against a brand n
Quite an easy ride today.
No worries , no police men, hardly any rain and I arrived in Batumi before 17:00h. Not bad isn't it? And finally some time to relax.
Batumi, only 20 km across the Turkish border, has these statues everybody knows from the internet. But no one ever wanders where they are. Why would you? Anyway, I have found them at the Batumi seashore.
Batumi is a wannabe Las Vegas, but tends to be more like Riccione in Italy or Blankenberge in Belgium. A place w
I planned to wake up early. But no alarm is set during the weekend, and how could I possibly know today was Saturday?
I am on holiday !!!!
Result: I woke up at 9:00, quick shower, break-fast and packed in a hurry.
1 hour later the engine was running and I left Istanbul.
Only to get more showers. And fines by the "Trafic Polis". The funny thing with these fines is that you get a discount of 25% when pay within 2 weeks. The ticket must be payed at any bank in Turkey.
It took me three days to get there. I already did about 2000 km and I am more or less halfway to Iran.
So, what happened today before getting here, beside good weather and extremely bad weather? Of course, I cannot forget. I had an accident with a wheel loader excavator. You know, this kind road repairing tool. When I passed the bulldozer, he suddenly turned towards me without any warning signs.
I went hard on the brakes... but unfortunately I could not avoid the impact.
Two days on the run.
Two days of rain.
And to-day it also felt cold. I have been complaining and moaning to myself for the whole 650 km, but after all it wasn't that bad. I remember, in Siberia I always halted, in front of red lights, close to the truck's exhaust pipes just to get some warmth from the harmfull but hot air. Breath as less as possible were my tactics.
And in Norway, rain and temperatures between 2°C and - 10°C, I felt so happy to enter a tunnel where the te
How do you prepare your annual motorcycle trip? Apart from boring administration to get your visa, re-tuning your ride, buy the necessary missing things and a lot of mental exercise of where to and how to, the answer is pretty simple.
Train your skills! So. I decided to take a plane, rent a lightweight Honda XR 190 and stroll the Himalayan mountains another time. Nepal for a change.
And where better than Mustang can one dream of. #nepal #2019
I left Aralsk with mild temperatures and a gentle breeze. It wasn't as cold as I expected.
That would soon change.
Isn't there not one day I can say "This was perfect" ?
There is always a catch.
Today it was the weather again. It made me think, "Why am I doing this?"
500 km through freezing rain and heavy crosswinds, temps down to 5°C.
I had to re-think my whole dressing procedure, which eventually turned out fine.
Well, a wee bit better. So cold I didn't think of taki
Since the biggest fresh water lake in the world dried out due to irrigation needed for the cotton fields in Kazakhzstan and Turkmenistan, Aralsk became just a shadow of what it once was. The end of the fishing industry. Even the rusty ships in the sand have disappeared. Instead, dust has taken the place of water.
There. Is. Dust. Everywhere. Next to the roads, the sand accumulates in small dunes. I found dust in the white sink of my hotel room. What looks like fog or haze is
Two years ago , I arrived in the same place as today.
But only now I realized the real purpose of Hotel Kaigan.
5 stars. Very cheap, compared to what you get. But the highest luxury and only for me.
So what is the whole point of this? I heard a story of a similar hotel in Khorog, Tajikstan.
Mega luxurious and not living soul around, except for the huge amount of personal.
It doesn't mind if there are any customers, the accountant will invent them.
Right, money laundry.
After the Pamir Highway , everything seems dull.
I must say , and to normal terms, it was a beautiful ride.
Temperatures got high , I got fined twice and arrived late in the evening. All together a pretty normal day. My last in Kyrgyzstan.
I woke up during the night and needed a drink.
The high altitude somewhat dis-hydrates you, I guess. In complete darkness, there was a powercut at 10:00 PM, I reached for the bottle full of frozen water. Duh, nothing to drink this time. But I did find the reason why I felt so cold. All day I was riding temperatures slightly above zero . What do you expect what happens at night? I left at 9:00 in Murghab and arrived in Sary Tash at 17:00. Another 170 km ride at an average al
The weather has cleared, the sun is shining brightly with only a few clouds on the horizon. Today is my day, my last chance to climb the Pamir Highway.
It is going to be all or nothing. In three days I must be in Shymkent heading west again. I left early, at least to my terms, and at noon I already entered Sary Tash at the petrol station. I might become a regular customer. I was recognized as 'The Italian', but unfortunately no extra benefits. Maybe next time.
To get t
I gave myself a 2-day rest because the previous days had been quite heavy. I guess I earned it. Laundry, netflix and sleep. These were the mayor occupations. Twice and always in the afternoon I went to the Osh bazar. Compared to the bazar of Istanbul, there are hardly any tourists here. Thus, prices are fair, and people are genuine. The weather forecast predicts sunshine but cold next Thursday.
Good enough for me. I'll give it a try.
Tomorrow I am off to Pamir....
And this is how I found my ride in the morning. A nice touch of the landlord to cover the bike with a blanket.
Furthermore , nothing but white, wherever you could see.
I slept late, had some breakfast, brushed my teeth and poured some water in my face.
I went for a walk at the farm, said hello to sheep and chickens, and waited for some sunshine and thaw. In the early afternoon I decided to give it a try , but first I needed to do some prospecting towards Murghab. Hopefull
Same mantra today "What could possibly go wrong? Any mountain pass, even 3600 meter, is no big deal when the flooring is perfect.
Winding roads, many Gers, ( the equivalent of a Mongol Yurt) and friendly people everywhere.
Kids run on the road to wave with all their efforts. They literally shake their arms off. Sheep herds, they are the only obstacles you find on the road. Hundreds of them.
But the shepherds are nice and helpful high up their horses. After all it's a nice
Sunny skies, cash money from the ATM, a good mood, early in the morning and I had a very funny chat at the gas station with some guys who were pulling my leg. Especially Ahmed who was shooting at me with a shovel when talking about Afghanistan and Donbass. What could possibly go wrong today? A 6, maybe a 7 hour ride before I arrive in Osh. I probably could go for a walk in town tonight. I was on a tight schedule for the first hour, until I got to cross the Naryn river.
Tick , tick , tick was the sound that woke me up. Rain falling on a steel roof.
Darn, I want to go back to Almaty... My moral was low. Anyway, I do have a choice to stop this all, but hey, I cannot do this.
So I decided to wait a while before meeting the mud that was waiting for me.
Karma has it's payback. 1 hour later the sun and my determination were out again. Having had nothing to eat for two days, I sure could use a snack.
Ok, I've had something to eat. But no more