Wednesday, 31 January 2018

The Americas - Weeks 2 to 4: Enjoying Chilean sunshine.

Over the last few weeks I've been a bit lazy so this is now a catch-up blog covering the highlights of the last three weeks. Since Valparaiso we have traveled substantially south and are now deep in Patogonia. All the experiences so far have been wonderful. In particular we've been extremely lucky having nothing but sunshine since we arrived here.

Week 2's highlights included a 2 day hill walk in a national park near Talca, followed by some wonderful riding in another National park (Parque Conguillio) looping around the bases of dormant but magnificently broody volcanoes. This was also my first introduction to riding the fully, slightly overloaded, bike two up on dirt roads - initially a slightly worrying experience but as ever the reality has proved easier than the fears (helped by Gaby being a very good pillion).






Week 3 saw us moving on to the island of Chiloé - a quiet rural backwater where life is much slower than the mainland. It was also a place we slowed down for a while taking a Cabana as a base for three days exploring. It felt good to have a few days without constant packing up each morning. Chiloé was also though the scene of our one misfortune to date; a visit to a penguin colony saw us succumb to cake in the cafe which unfortunately promptly have is good poisoning. In my case fairly mild but in Gaby's much worse (a bit unfair as I are most of the cake). A couple of days later we returned to the mainland town of Chaiten which for us was to be the start of the famed  (at least in motorcyclists eyes) Carreta Austral, otherwise known as Ruta 7, the main highway south into Patogonia.  Gaby's first stop there was the local hospital and I found myself surprised when called into the consulting room to find her on the end of a drip - 2 litres of fluid was prescribed as she was so dehydrated. It did it's trick as a few hours later she had me hiking up tracks to visit a local set of waterfalls.











After that little hiccup we had to catch another overnight ferry south to get around a road blockage caused by a major landslip before we could start the ride proper. The next week saw us traveling 800 km south through some stunning scenery - high snow capped mountains, glaciers, forests, wide rivers - it was all there. And like all of our first four weeks in Chile we saw it at its best in wonderful sunshine. The first half of the road was mainly tar but the second was generally gravel roads, fortunately mostly in good condition and not too hard to ride.

















The week ended in Puerto Yungay where we now catch another ferry south, this one for two days, as the Carreta Austral e finishes just south of here in a dead end

Sunday, 7 January 2018

The Americas - Week 1: One bike, two people and two breakdowns in two days!

It was a lot of talk, a few start dates came and went but it's finally it is here. This week I started my America's trip.

The plan started as a one person 9 month North-South run down the American continents taking in Prudoe Bay, Alaska down to Ushuaia in Argentine. However somehow over time it has morphed into a two- person, two part trip starting in the south and heading north (with the mid trip break in southern USA).

The second person is my girlfriend Gaby who I convinced to come with me for at least part of the trip. So New Year's eve saw both of us flying into Santiago to meet up after 3 months apart.

The final part of the equation, the bike, also arrived somewhat surprising me by being 2 days ahead of schedule.  Getting it out of the airport and customs the next day proved remarkably easy except for the airport ATM which are my card - one day into the to and I'm already one card down 😢.

The next couple of days were spent in a mix of sight seeing Santiago and all the adminstrative trivia one has to do when starting a long ride. Santiago didn't do much for me - it is very much a world city and often one felt you could be almost anywhere, a same cars, same clothes, same advertising, same modern architecture and so on. The admin side included working out how we were going to fit all our stuff on one smallish bike but surprisingly it all did eventually and then we were ready for the the road.

Our first target after Santiago was the coastal city of Valparaiso - a place which suddenly was much more"South American" in feel. Suddenly I was much happier.
The only downside of the trip so far has been the bike has broken down on each of the two days we have risen it; a minor electrical issue on day one stopped is at the side of a motorway on day one and then a brand new clutch cable snapped on day two. Both quickly fixed but frustrating.
At the moment the phone app on which in doing this blog won't let me attach photos direct so here is a link with some photos from those first few days.


https://photos.app.goo.gl/hNXlPP7vtnOKo5dS2

Monday, 27 June 2016

Week 32 -33 The Finish

When I first thought about the trip up the length of Africa (and although a third of the journey was in Europe that is always how I will think of it) it seemed an impossible dream.  But like all dreams its all too suddenly over.
27 June 2016 - Bike delivered to London and ready for shipping back to Australia - its now really all over.  But now is also the time for a rebuild and preparations for the next trip.

Mumbles Head, Wales - where I grew up and the end of this trip.
 Before I actually finished the trip and heading home I had one small task to do finish this trip - an east -west crossing of mainland UK to complement the north -south one done at the end of my Russia trip in 2011.


St Davids Cathedral, Wales.  The most westerly point of the UK reached on this trip.

Lowestoft - most easterly point of the UK.  The town was as dismal as the scenery.

Saying Goodbye to Duncan in Paris before the final crossing to the UK.

Tuesday, 14 June 2016

Week 30 and 31- Sauntering south


A quiet, often damp fortnight as I made my way south through Germany, Nederlands and Belgium on my way to France and Paris where I met up with my youngest son, Duncan, and his girlfriend, Laura, before heading over to the UK. And as I'm overdue in putting this post up, but currently not in a writing mood (end of trip ennui?) this week just a few photos just to give the flavour of it (and the damp of the fortnight had meant there's not many of them)

Bremen 

Bruge


WW1 Western Front - Near Ypres, Belgium

Duncan

The Paris flooding led to people taking desperate measures to protect their precious belongings

Duncan and Laura

Leaving a damp France

And arriving in an equally damp England

Cambridge

Spitfire midden which I came across by chance

Lincoln Cathedral ...

Where I managed to join a tour into the structure of the building - amazing being up in the roof space surrounded by 1000 year old timbers 


Xxxxx


Friday, 3 June 2016

Week 29 - Norway - the conundrum



Norway I find a challenging place. It has some of the most concentrated beautiful scenery in the world  - every corner you turn seems to give you another wondrous sight, and with much variety; beautiful snow covered mountains and glaciers, villages hiding in gaps between the crags, wonderful fjord side roads and glorious ferry crossings, tunnels and bridges to marvel at (my favourites being the bridges that leap from tunnel mouth to tunnel mouth barely giving you time to see the valley or fjord below), idyllic villages each with seemingly not a thing out of place and every item freshly painted sitting in lush valleys,  waterfalls, forests - scenery- wise, you name it, Norway has it and in abundance. What it lacks is people;  most of the places I pass through the locals seem missing, hidden away out of sight, often the majority of people visible are tourists be they Norwegians or foriegner. I know Norwegian hospitality can be fabulous (witness last weekend) but it can feel very hard to connect with people. I assume it's the impact of the harsh climate for most of the year, people just get used to doing things indoors, out of sight.  After Africa, and to a lesser extent southern and eastern Europe, where life is lived on the street, this is all a sharp shock (and I feel for the African immigrants here, of which there are a surprising number, they must find it very hard to adjust and settle ).

Maybe I'm here just a little to early in the year when the memory of winter lingers too much, I suspect come June,  July,  August I'd see another Norway, one where many of the locals are living outside in all the cabins I see in forests and especially fjord side, plus in the tens of thousands of small boats that must be about to occupy the currently largely empty moorings dotted in every shoreside village.

This week's travels took me initially to Bergen and then all the way down to the southern tip - wild camping most of the way before ending the week by catching the ferry to Denmark.






Bergen in spring - beautiful mix of quaint old town and working harbour 

Travelling further south there still plenty of snow up high

Norwegians build tunnels everywhere to avoid the snow - they vary from very short and simple to this one at 10 kms long and containing two roundabouts (and its no good looking at your GPS to work out which way to go, no satellite reception in here)

In contrast, the older simpler style - a black unlit hole of unknown length - these can be nerve wracking as often they contain corners and one I found one even cork screws up a mountain
One of the most visited spots in the south,  Pulpit Rock - only 690 metres down. 

Not getting too close to the edge

Down south the landscape got softer



2518 kms from Nordkapp - the southern tip of Norway

Sometimes you meet interesting people as you travel.

Gaby from Switzerland - she'd just walked the 750 kms from Oslo to Trondheim in under 4 weeks. That's serious going
And finally in this rather grab bag of a post, in case you were wondering what I've been eating as I've been wild camping down the length of the country. ..
Breakfast - a dozen quails eggs (I kid you not). A gift from a Norwiegan biker the previous day

And dinner, fresh salmon and pasta for tea (salmon is cheaper than the beer!)

Some envious watchers at my last nights campsite anxiously waiting for any leftovers