If you’ve read the other parts – you can tell that it was a pretty tough slog.
Accommodation, food, weather, bikes roads… all shite.
So what was good? It can’t be all bad right? Well, the views were amazing. The photos don’t really capture the awe you get when standing on the edge of a cliff.
Here are a collection of some of my photos which you might like. And if you don’t, then let’s see your photos shall we?
I would love nothing more than to drag these Truck driving assholes out of their windows and beat them with their own flip-flops. Assholes, the lot of them. Can’t drive for shit and were driving as fast as they could. Total lack of consideration for any other road user. It’s no wonder they call these the most dangerous roads in the world.
Not sure what was going on in this one. It was like a game of chicken. They both came to a halt and just stayed there. Luckily we could go round the side of them (just). Just a normal sight on the roads.
We passed many waterfalls. At one point I got off my bike and washed all the shit off my boots and bike trousers. It was no colder than the showers we had in our tents.
I thought it was quite resourceful when I saw a group of people cleaning their cars under one of them. All well and good, but having seen that, there is no excuse for them smelly bastards to not get under the water themselves.
There were stages of road which had a view that made you just stop and take it all in. This long ride along a valley was just amazing.
With all the riders at different paces.. we all took photos which captured other riders in the distance. The shot below is pretty cool. Could be any of us. Except Huggy. He always had the Sweeper vehicle close behind him.
One of the rare pictures taken behind Huggy. He did like to take things steady. Don’t know what he was scared of? It’s only a little drop over the side….
The guy below ‘Samba’ was the Point man. He would lead us the way. He drove like a nutter and it was hard keeping up with him. One of the afternoons on a long fast run I thought I’d give him a run for his money. I stayed right on his tail and he couldn’t shake me. In the end he went down – smashing his lights, mirrors and bent his handle bars. The main damage was to his pride though. I picked his bike up for him while he got himself together. I promised not to tell the other guys in the support group about his crash.
The mechanics were pretty good. However, I had some problems with my bike which they struggled with. A couple guys from the group test rode my bike and said it was dangerous and unrideable. They couldn’t figure out how I was riding it (so well!) I complained to the mechanics – that it was either fuel starvation or electrics. Try the HT Leads from the Plugs I told them.
They checked it out – and hey presto – the leads were faulty. At mid-high revs the bike would splutter and cut out. The only thing I could do was use a higher gear and chose different riding lines. This was a little on the dangerous side as bike was going faster in places that it should. Anyway, once it was fixed – I was a happy bunny.
And we’re done. Ride over. No one died. We had a days rest in a craphole called Leh. Russ, Huggy and I all had a drink with the gang and spoke of the ups and downs and what tours/challenges we faced ahead of us.
They were a real good bunch of people. Since the ride we’ve all been ‘group’ e-mailing and sharing photos. Once we have all the photos, of course we’ll all forget about each other. That’s how this normally works.
With the ride over with – I couldn’t wait to get to a decent hotel. All I wanted was a big fluffy white towel and a hot bath. And food. And wifi. And a shave.
I’ve been asked if I was glad I did it – and would I do it again?
Yes, I am glad I did it. It was a fantastic experience. I loved the riding. The rest was shite.
Would I do it again? No. Even if it were free. I don’t see the point in doing it again.
What was the best road of the entire trip? Easy….. the runway!
I flew 1st Class back to Bangkok. I needed it. It was the best sleep, food, shower, and wifi I’d had in a while.
Most of my bitching and moaning were mainly for comedic purposes. I couldn’t help making sarcastic or derogatory remarks when really I should have been overwhelmed by it all. That’s just me. I am not easily impressed.
So it was only right that when I was given the menu, I took a photo and sent it to Russ and Huggy with the caption “I hate Caviar”
Russ, Huggy and I are now planning our next trip. Route 66 with some detours. Starting in NYC – and ending up in Santa Monica. There will also be a visit to Roswell, Huntingdon Beach, Vegas and Malibu. Of course, the last day will be spent drinking in L.A.
That’s all folks!