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Malaysia Thailand trip – the beginning

It’s Monday morning and I’m deciding whether to go on a trip to Malaysia and Thailand. I haven’t been feeling well for a couple of weeks and have been delaying and delaying going ahead. But today I’m feeling not too bad but can’t decide… Finally at close to 10 am I decide to go and get my arse in gear. After another hour I’m finally on my way. First day’s goal is Kuantan, a ride of 450 km.

I get through Singapore and Malaysian immigration as usual. There are never any problems with this border crossing and if you time it right, no queues.

I ride the north-south highway until the exit for Renggam and ride small roads until I hit road 50 towards Mersing. I normally go to the Kluang exit but want to try the smaller roads to avoid Kluang. And it turns out to be a great choice! The “small” roads are fantastic with nice surface and many sections with sweeping turns. I feel pretty pleased with myself for trying something new.

When I hit the Mersing road it’s a beautiful ride, as usual! I get there around 2pm, fill the tank and stomach and get going on the 200kms left to Kuantan. I feel very tired but manage to get to the Swiss-Belhotel without incidents. I’m really tired as I check in, they have a room and quotes me a price which seems OK. I unpack, have a shower and buy a cooling beverage in the hotel convenience store which I indulge close to the beach in a lovely  sunset and cooling breeze. Life is fantastic! After dinner of fish and chips and another cooling beverage I retire early.

The following morning I have breakfast in the hotel. It’s an impressive spread of dishes, but not being a big breakfast person, it’s kind of waisted on me. I have a few cups of coffee, some sausages and two pancakes.

While eating I look at the price for the hotel on booking.com and find it’s 100rm (usd 25) cheaper than what I paid. I complain at the check-in desk but they just smile and says that’s the hotel policy.

I hadn’t decided whether to stay and recover for another night after yesterday’s 7 hour ride, and me not being 100 percent, but their response gets to me, and I decide to go Kuala Terengganu, a ride of around 250 kms.

Kuala Terengganu

So I pack my stuff and decide to take the much slower coast road towards the north. I start on this but after an hour of very slow going and no view of the ocean, I realize I made the wrong choice and after many wrong turns I find the highway. It’s fast but extremely boring even though the surrounding landscape of jungly, rolling hills is quite nice. I stop at a rest stop half way along and have a frozen mango smoothie – very tasty! I then stop at the Shell station and after filling the tank I find they have nice coffee and rolls so that becomes my lunch for the day.

After a further hour I check in to the Arena boutique hotel in Kuala Terengganu. I often wonder what boutique means? Small or special in some way? Beats me, I can’t find that it’s special in any way.

I walk around town and find a restaurant in China town to sit down and quench my thirst. I sit there for quite a while starting on this blog.

Gerek

I did not sleep well at all but get up before seven to hit the road early while it’s still cool.  It’s a 300 km ride along a normal non expressway road pushing through towns and villages. About half way I stop for petrol and hope to find something for breakfast. But the place advertising coffee and cake don’t serve anything so I get a cold can of latte and some chocolate brownies.

Coffee place that didn’t sell coffee!

I hop back on the bike, pass exits for Jeli and get to the granit plug “Gunung Reng”. I stop and struggle to walk up the steps inside. After this effort I feel hungry and find a place for lunch of nasi-lemak ayam. Freshly cooked and very nice!

The road after lunch is beautiful! I start at around an elevation of around 80 meters above sea level, and through twists and turns end up at more than a 1000 meters. It’s a beautiful stretch of road and I really enjoy it. At the peak there is a rest place with great views of the hilly landscape towards Thailand, today it’s a bit hazy so there must be some burning to clear the land somewhere nearby.

While there I meet 3 guys on a motorcycle trip from JB and we chat about the riding and the cameras we’re using to record our adventures.

Picture towards the north and Thailand.

After our chat I get going on the downhill road towards Gerik. It’s, again, a beautiful stretch of road with turn after turn. Going downhill I must be a bit more careful, it’s much more challenging to slow down but my brakes are pretty ok, so no real problem. I catch several log trucks, carrying many enormous tree trunks, going very slowly and I can smell the brakes working overtime to slow the equipage down! On the very twisty road it’s not so easy to get past, but with the acceleration and strong brakes of a motorcycle, it’s a lot easier than with a car, and I make a quick process of getting past.

Finally I get to Gerik and find the hotel I booked. It turns out I’d have to park the bike in the street, so I tell the receptionist I don’t want to do that and decides to go to the Cottage Inn hotell where I stayed before. It’s more expensive and further away from the center of town but worth it with secure parking.

Gerik is a bit of a dump but I decide to stay two nights to recover from the last three days of riding. There are no restaurents so I find a roadside stall in town and buy a burger which is, surprisingly, quite tasty. 🍔

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After a 3 toast breakfast I set off on the road towards the Thailand Betong border crossing. It’s a beautiful morning with crisp air and cool temperature. The landscape is quite hilly giving a nice undulating and twisty road. There are hardly any cars on the road so the 55 kms go by very quickly.

As I get close to the border there are several stores selling road insurance for Thailand and I stop at one of the shops and get the necessary papers that I must show when I go through immigration and customs. I’m also told that phone roaming does not work in the districts I first will be passing through so I get a sim card as well. Very reasonable at S$8 for a week and unlimited data.

After getting through the malaysia exit control I ride a few 100 meters to the Thailand immigration and park behind a group of Singapore bikers. They had ridden through the night from Singapore and are having a rest before getting to Betong where they’ll spend the day.

Singapore bikers resting after all night riding.

Many bikers from Singapore ride through the night to Thailand, it’s cool, not much traffic and no speed checks, they’ll go at tremendous speed and reach the border early morning. However, riding in the dark is much more dangerous, there are often slow going trucks with faint rear lights making it very treacherous.

Anyway, I digress… Immigration with passport stamp is very quick and I’m given a 2 month stay. This is surprising, normally you only get a 2 week stay when entering through a land border crossing. The motorcycle is temporarily imported and I get a 1 month stay. All good so far! The whole process took less than half an hour, very quick!

The Thai border crossing.

After all that I hit road 410 going north towards Yala. If the morning road was great… The this road is incredible! Turn after turn as the road snakes its way through the very hilly landscape.

Road 410 from Betong towards Yala.

It’s very challenging but very satisfying riding but in the heat I get quite exhausted and stop for a rest.

Beautiful nature along road 410.

I drench my t-shirt with water and carry on and with the wind evaporating the water I feel much better. It takes me more than an hour to get to a town where I stop at a Amazon coffee place to recover and lower my heart rate and blood pressure 😂

After the coffee stop the road gets straighter and after passing through Yala it turns into dual carriageway which makes for fast passage to my hotel in Songkhla.

As I finally get a draught beer at the hotel bar, I think about the day and how amazing it was. It will be difficult to beat!

Peninsular Malaysia roundtrip

I was bored in Singapore and felt like doing a trip somewhere. Since the wife didn’t object I set about planning and decided to make a 5 or 6 day trip in peninsular Malaysia. After a lot of thought (ha, not really) I decided to go up north on the east side and cross over as far north as possible,and came up with a route: sgp->kuantan->Kuala Terenganu->Gerik->Frazer’s hill->Sgp.

So I set off on a Monday morning getting out of Singapore at the Tuas crossing. No queue at 10 am so I was quickly in Malaysia.

A note about Singapore/Malaysia border crossings;  there are 350,000 people crossing the border and of those 50,000 are motorcycles going into and out of Singapore every day! Quite amazing.

Anyway, back to my trip… I rode north on the north-south hwy until I turned off for Kluang, a  town on the cross peninsula route to Mersing. After suffering through the town – very slow going with lots of traffic lights, each one taking ages, I came out on hwy 50, which is famous for motorcyclists because of the nice and twisty road.  Interestingly, there are warning signs for elephants along the road, not something you commonly see.  However, I have never heard of anyone encountering an elephant along any road in Malaysia.  Nevertheless, there are 5 or 6 groups with 20-30 elephants in each in the southernmost state of Malaysia, Johor. Of course, with an elephant weighing 4-5 tons you don’t really want to hit one, it would be like running into a concrete wall!

Warning for elephant sign!
Food court in Mersing

I made it to Mersing early afternoon and stopped for lunch at the jetty food-court and after a nice portion of chicken-rice I got going on hwy 3 northward toward Kuantan.  It’s a nice road with fast sweepers in places and I was really enjoying the ride.  After the first half hour, or so, the road goes through many towns and villages and I was passing as schools were getting out so a a lot of traffic.  At some stretches the road is right by the coast and you can see fishing implements, clearly, fishing is part of the economy.

When I was close to Pekan, a town about 50km south of Kuantan, I braked for a traffic light and the front brake was not working! Luckily I was going slowly enough that I could stop in time with the rear brake only! Scary! I got off the bike and found the problem to be in the actuation in the master cylinder. As I was standing beside the bike a car stopped and a guy got out wondering what was wrong, I explained and he offered to show me the way to a mechanic!  What a nice guy!

So I followed his car and after 5km I turned into the mechanic shop just beside the road. Unfortunately, the mechanic couldn’t fix the problem but gave me the name of a shop in Kuantan that should be able to. So I gingerly made my way to the hotel in kuantan, a 50km ride without front brake!  Since I’m used to doing most or all braking with the front brake I didn’t feel comfortable at all and kept a good distance between me and anything on the road.  Well, I made it to the Swiss-Belhotel without incidence and felt very relieved!  The hotel is  located by the beach, but quite some way from the center of town.  I checked in and settled into my room which was on the 19th floor with views towards the center of Kuantan.  

View towards center of Kuantan from my hotel room


Map showing my route to Kuantan

I decided to stay an extra day in Kuantan. First I rode to the bike shop I had been recommended and the mechanic quickly found the problem. I had installed an aftermarket brake lever and the rod that pushes the piston that pushes the fluid to activate the brake is adjustable by twisting it,  and it had somehow gotten shorter. Possibly, because of the rather bumpy road, but who knows? Anyway, he quickly made the rod the correct length and used Loctite to make sure it wouldn’t get short again. Phew😅! All for the princely sun of rm10:- (about usd 2.50)

Mechanic who quickly diagnosed and fixed the problem
My hotel, the Swiss-Belhotel
Cows foraging by the hotel
Storm clouds are gathering
Beautiful yellow moon rising

Wednesday to Kuala Terenganu

After a day of recouperating, fixing of the bike and getting the stuff I forgot at home I set off for Kuala Terenganu on Wednesday, It was looking to be a hot day with blazing sun and the usual humidity so I wanted to make it as short a day as possible in the saddle, so I decied to take the fairly new motorway. After the usual traffic light holdups I reached it and set off at a good pace. This road is numbingly boring with nothing but palm tree plantations along it. Halfway I stopped for a mango-smoothie which was nice and cooling and kept me going to the town and my hotel. I could not check in until 1500 and after changing into shorts I found a restaurant by the hotel and had a lunch of sweet and sour chicken, being in the muslim part there was no sweet and sour pork…

After checking in and a short nap I set about exploring the town. I walked towards the river and soon found myself in Chinatown.

Gate into Chinatown
Nice looking Ducati scrambler

As I was leaving the hotel for dinner I asked some hotel employees having a smoke outside the hotel where I could go for a beer and a chinese guy walking past happened to hear me and said I could follow him to Chinatown. So I did and we got talking along the way, he was a traveling salesman for powdered milk and had driven from Kota Bahru furhter north on the east coast, actually almost in Thailand. He guided me to a restaurant which turned out to be very nice and with a good choice of alcoholic drinks. I was expecting the menu to have typical chinese dishes but it was predominantly western and I choose to have fish and chips washed down with a beer.

Nice restaurant in Kuala Terenganu

Thursday to Gerik

Today’s ride was going to be the highligt of the trip going on windy roads to the highlands and back down again. I started at 0700 without having breakfast and quickly found my way out of Kuala Terenganu towards the north. After 100kms I stopped at a petrol station for something to eat and had an unhealthy breakfast consisting of a bread roll and a Snickers bar together with some 100+. It’s OK, once in a while I told myself. After another stretch I arrived at Jeli and started on the fantastic part of the road going from 150m to 1050m above sea. Nice asphalt with turn upon turn brought on a big smile inside the helmet, mind you, I wasn’t pushing it 100 or even 70 percent, just enjoying the road and views without taking any risks. After 60 km I reached the plateau and stopped at a rest area, Amiza Titiwangsa, to enjoy the view and lower the adrenaline content in my blood.

View from rest area towards the north and Thailand
More views from the same vantage point

Half an hour later I was back on the bike now going downhill towards Gerik, again a lovely road for a motorcycle! As I was going downhill along the twisting road doing about 90kph a guy on a chicken-masher (moped) was keeping well up with me and after a while he passed me. Must be a local who knew the road very well I told myself 🙂

Route from Kuala Terenganu to Gerik

I arrived at the Cottage Inn hotel in Gerik around 1300 and was told, as usual, that I couldn’t check in until after 1500. I kept pestering the receptionist asking for a place I could change into “street” gear and after a while he told me I could check in and gave me the roomkey.

Cottage Inn hotel in Gerik

I was hungry after the unhealthy breakfast and no lunch and I found a stall just by the hotel, spring rolls and samosas turned out to be very tasty!

Samosas and spring rolls at stall outside hotel

Later I strolled in to town, about a km away. Gerik, certainly does not look like a prosperous place, and with the economy shifting from historical logging and tin mining towards a future centered on eco-tourism and rainforest conservation the town is, perhaps, in between with not a lot of money to fix the place up.

Downtown Gerik

I mentioned elephants previously and found an article of wild elephants deciding to stay on the Gerik-Jeli highway for three hours and blocking all traffic in both directions in June this year.

See: https://www.motorist.my/article/4710/elephant-pair-cause-massive-traffic-jam-in-gerik-perak

For dinner I found a place 100 meters from the hotel serving a variety of food. I chose to have a few chicken satay pins and a huge hamburger.

Lady serving Satay
Dinner food court

Friday to Kuala Lumpur

I decided to skip Fraser’s Hill and go to Kuala Lumpur instead, a distance of about 300kms. I got up early and was on the road by 0700, it was nice and cool that time of the day. The first 100kms was along a nice country road going through a few small towns. After an hour and a half I hit the north-south highway which at this point goes through a mountaineous area making it the most interesting part of the highway. Before reaching Ipoh the road leads up quite a steep hill zig-zagging across the landscape and goes through a long tunnel at the top before zig-zagging down the landscape on the other side to reach the exits to Ipoh. It’s a very nice section for a motorcycle! A bit further and I was starting to feel hungry so I took the exit to the next rest area. It turned out to be very large with a great selection of eateries, I must admit that I wasn’t very adventurous in choosing a Subway outlet. After a 6 inch BMT, coffe and a biscuit I felt ready to tackle the road to KL.

I reached the outskirts of KL right after 1100 and after filling up with petrol I mounted the bike for the last stretch on the fairly confusing road-system of the city. I made it without any wrong turns and got to the hotel by 1130. I was given a room straight away and went for a short rest before exploring the city.

I haven’t been to KL in more than 10 years and the skyline has certainly changed a lot in that period with new buildings everywhere. As I was walking towards KLCC, the area with the twin-towers, I heard my name being called and to my surprise saw that it was an old colleague who happened to be in the city! Incredible! So after the initial greetings we decided to have dinner at the Hard Rock Cafe that evening. After finding my way to KLCC and walking around the area with the obligatory pictures, I finally found a coffee place where I had a tiny bit of lunch and a coffee.

Kuala Lumpur Twin Towers

We later had a very pleasant dinner at Hard Rock, reminiscing over our times in the seismic industry. At 2200 live music with a very good local band came on. What a nice evening!

Saturday back to Singapore

I woke up feeling terrible on the Saturday and realized I’d had too much to drink the previous evening. I was considering staying an extra day but after some breakfast I felt well enough to ride back to Singapore. It was quick to get on the motorway going south out of the city, must be a new road since I was here last. I missed a turn but kept going south but more towards KLIA, the airport. No big deal and I was soon back on the N-S Hwy towards Singapore. I reached home at 1630.

Back to Santiago

After returning from the Uyuni trip to the hostal they only had room for one night so I decided to start the trip back next day. I also decided I wanted to return as quickly as possible to get the ride through the Atacama desert over as quickly as possible.

So on the first day I skipped Antofagasta and rode straight to Taltal, a distance of 520 km. It was a long day and I arrived mid afternoon. Next day I rode all the way to La Serena, even further than the previous day and I was finally out of the desert!

After filling up in Taltal two vicious looking dogs ran after me as I was leaving the pump and one jumped up and bit my thigh. Not through my pants but enough bite pressure to rupture my skin. I stopped after a while and applied some first aid. Ouch!

There are a lot of dogs everywhere in Chile and they love to chase motorcycles. And especially at petrol stations there seems to be large vicious looking dogs. Even as you ride along in towns at speed around 50kph dogs will chase you and you could have a bad accident. Luckily that didn’t happen.

The ride to La Serena was long and arduous. There are long distances between petrol stations and at one time I misread the map and had to go back 30km to fill up. Motorcycles don’t have the same fuel range as cars and you’re often worried that you’ll run out of gas. Quite the nightmare in the hot arid Atacama desert, with very few cars along the road, if you were to need help.

Well, I made it to La Serena without too many problems but I had screwed up with the hotel booking and spent some time trying to find the place. In the end I found another hotel with safe mc parking off the street. Of course, then booking.com complains that I didn’t check in and wants to charge me. What a palaver!

Hotel according to given address. Doesn’t look much like a hotel…

So after 1150 kms in two days I took it easy the following day to Los Vilos where I stayed for the next three nights. Relaxing and preparing for the last stint to santiago and the flight back to singapore.

The last day of riding went without problems and I arrived back at the hostal right after lunch.

The following evening I bordered the flight to Houston with onwards connection to San Francisco and Singapore. The San Francisco to Singapore flight is the longest united airlines flight at 17 hours the stewardess told me. That is a very long and boring time. 😭

Bolivia routa lagona and Uyuni salt plane

At the 6am pickup I met the five persons that was joining me for the Bolivia adventure. There was a young couple from Germany, a mixed nationality couple from Ecuador and Spain and a lady proffesor from Rio de Janeiro. So a very nice mixture of people with different backgrounds. I was the least fluent in Spanish but as it turned out people in the group were very willing to translate for me to english. So, fantastic for me!

After the pick-up we were quickly brought to the border with Bolivia and were soon served with breakfast. The border is at more than 4000 m height and with a temperature of 3C with a strong breeze it felt bitterly cold and I didn’t eat much.

After immigration we swapped to a Toyota land cruiser, 6 people plus driver, and set off for the first lagoon, laguna Blanca. The white color giving the lagoon it’s name is because of the high mineral content dissolved in the water. The lagoons are well known for the pink flamingos who like the plankton rich water and we saw lots of them during the first day where we stopped by a number of lagoons.

Perhaps, the most impressive lagoon is laguna colorada with its red water coming from the borax rich mineral ground.

There were a lot of pink flamingos at this lagoon.

We stopped for lunch at a place where there were hot springs and people put their bathing suits on and went for a swim.

There is an animal from the lama family that is prevalent in the area, the vicuna, and we saw many of those throughout the trip.

After a very long day, 16 hours, we arrived at the night’s lodge at 10pm. It’s at more than 4000 m height and after a quick shower and dinner I went to bed but sleep did not come easily due to the low oxygen content of the air. With less oxygen the heart beats quicker and the brain will not come to rest.

So after a really bad night’s sleep we had breakfast at 0630 and set off for the 2nd day of exploring. This day was dedicated to exploring lava rock formations. I didn’t really find this overly interesting and felt it was included to make it a 4 day trip.

The 3rd day was to be the highlight of the trip when we visited the Uyuni salt flat. First in the morning at sunrise, setting off at 0500 from the salt hotel. The salt plane has in some places water on top making for a mirror like surface and with the sun coming up made for spectacular viewing.

We were than taken to an area where the salt looked very white and I could imagine being in the mountains of my home area in winter times.

While on the salt plane our driver and guide had fun with taking photos using props and geometrical wizardry producing fun looking images.

Next stop was the first hotel of the salt before later going to the famous train graveyard in Uyuni.

After another nice lunch we were brought to the office and were re-located to different cars and started the long drive back to the same lodge as used for the first night.

In summary, the trip was very memorable but really hard work. Distances are very large, 500 km in total?, so a lot of time is spent in the cars driving quite slowly on the very poor “roads”. This gave very long days of around 15 hours and because of being over 4000 meter of altitude very tiring.

I end this blog with a picture of the group hanging off the Toyota land cruiser and a breadcrumb map of the route.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Follow in the next blog: Back to santiago

 

 

El Norte Grande

Back to going north in Chile

El norte grande is the northern most area of Chile and includes cities such as Antofagasta and San Pedro de Atacama. It’s a large area, with few people, and dominated by the Atacama desert.

As I was riding I passed the 1000 km mark from Santiago and later saw a sign saying the distance to Iquique was another 1000 km, and that’s not the northernmost town in Chile! It’s really a crazy long and narrow country!

The hotel had no rooms for a third night so I decided to leave Taltal after two nights. There was no food at the hotel so I went looking, but on a sunday morning I couldn’t find anything open apart from the neighboring supermarket where I went to buy stuff that would constitute breakfast. The typical chilean round bun, butter and 3 slices of salami would have to do.

I then set off along Ruta 1 which runs along the coast with fantastic views of the shore line and dramatic waves, almost like hwy 1 in California. After 55 km I turn on to b-710 which looks like a newly constructed road that goes upwards in switch backs and reaches more than 2000 meters in altitude. The area around the road is truly desert and the driest place on earth.

Why is it so dry? You’d think being so close to the pacific would give plenty of rain, so what’s going on? The coastal range mountains are quite tall and blocks rain from the west while the Andes blocks rain from the east. Furthermore, the pacific close to Chile has quite cold water and does not produce much rain in the first place.

After 120 km the b-210 road meets Ruta 5, but instead of going north to Antofagasta I turned south to see one of the highlights of the trip. After 20 km I could see a magnificent and tall sculpture in the desert.

Mano del desierto

I’ve seen this on the cover of guide books and now I was finally able to see it for myself! The sculpture, which is 11m tall, was completed in 1992 by Mario Irrazabal and references the human rights violations by the Pinochet regime. I guess the big hand of the government was always able to get you?

Antofagasta

After spending some time admiring the monument I rode the dirt road back to Ruta 5 and turned north to reach Antofagasta. At about the turnoff from Ruta 5 you ride through a terrible looking, huge, industrial area that looks like it could have been a set in the mad max movies. After turning off Ruta 5 I was soon in Antofagasta and found the Wyndham hotel I had looked up. It’s the most posh hotel of the trip so far!

Antofagasta is a town dominated by people working in or for the mining industry. The industrial area I rode through yesterday is mainly to do with enrichment of copper and lithium ore.

I walked in to a movistar shop to see if I could unblock my phone and was told I was no 12 in line. I didn’t want to wait that long so I started walking out when I was asked by the shop manager if he could help me. Then he spent the next hour and a half getting my phone fixed up! He was very patient and wouldn’t give up but in the end couldn’t fix it. He did send me an email with links and I was later able to submit the application to register the imei of the phone. I did get two 40 GB Sim cards and one of them is already working in my GPS navigation phone.

People here are amazingly nice, willing to help, and don’t get upset. It’s the same in traffic, drivers are very courteous and non aggressive.

Back to Antofagasta… It’s got a long beach promenade and a lagoon for people daring to enter the water.

The day temperature stays at 23C and often with quite a breeze making you feel cool. So better be careful and put a lot of sunscreen on.

After three nights I decided it was time to leave and go to San Pedro de Atacama, a distance of 300km. First getting out of Antofagasta, then onto Ruta 5, 25, and 23.

While on Ruta 5 the road was blocked by an enormous metal scoop traveling at 60kph on a big truck. It was so big that it covered two lanes plus the shoulder! After some time there was a long queue of cars behind. I couldn’t get past until a road toll Plaza. I have no idea how they would get the humongous scoop past the Plaza.

Ruta 25 was a brand new dual carriage road with pristine asphalt. The fence at the side of the road was not even finished.

I arrived at San Pedro de Atacama and started looking for a petrol station, there had been none to be seen from the road for the entire stretch and the fuel warning light had come on. It took some time before I finally found it and could breath a sigh of relief.😅

I met some bikers at the petrol kiosk and they recommended me a place to stay, hostal Terracota which I eventually found, they had a room and I went about installing myself therein.

San Pedro de Atacama

After the nice tarmac roads to get here, it was strange to see all dirt roads of the town, a bit like stepping back on time. The town is in an oasis with lots of greenery a welcome change from the brown of the desert! There are also a lot of tourists.

The town is at a height of 2400m above sea level which I find quite noticeable. Waking up at night, a bit breathless when walking fast. Hopefully, this will not last since I’m thinking of joining a tour into Bolivia and the Uyuni salt flats which will go to 4400m.

Valle de la luna is a nearby attraction and I rode to see what it was about. It’s 15 km from the town and as the name suggests it’s a valley looking like it could be on the moon. I walked a trail of about an hour in the scorching heat and the rock formations really looked like a moon landscape.

The heat is so dry, 10% humidity, so the sweat dries immediately and I felt exhausted after the hike.

I met a Singaporean(!) guy at the same hostal and he told me about the trip to Bolivia he had just returned from.  It sounded interesting and since I don’t have the ownership papers for the bike I’m not allowed to leave the country with it, so I signed up for the 4 day tour with a local travel company.  So after thee nights I checked ut of the hostal and joined the tour at 6am.

Follow along on the exciting trip to Bolivia

Going north in Chile

Follow my trip further north in Chile

Going north in Chile

After a week at Hostal Casa Matte I was getting over the jetlag and was starting to get some half decent sleep. Man, jetlag is really terrible and it gets worse as you get older, at least for me. Without proper sleep for many days both my body and mind are affected. Oh well, hopefully, I’m on the mend.

The hostal caters for bike travelers and when I left there were people from many parts of the world, ok, perhaps, mainly Europeans and Americans. It’s a great place to stay with many interesting conversations all through the day, and often as people work on their bikes. So it was a bit sad to leave. 😭

I decided to go north because last year I went south and I saw and experienced most of that part of Chile and Argentina.

Getting out of santiago is a challenge trying to avoid the automatic toll roads and, of course, I failed again. So, more fines 😩. I’m taking Ruta 5, the highway that goes from the north of Chile to the south, it’s also called the pan american high way. It was rather hot at more than 35c before getting to the coast where the temperature dropped to 25c. But also quite strong winds.

The bike is running really well, and I’m very happy with it. It was a reluctant buy since I really wanted another brand, however, it was not available so I had to settle for the Royal Enfield Himalayan 450.

Los Vilos

I stopped for the day at a place called Los Vilos after 250 kms. I found a hotel with the fancy name of Lord Willow. Sounds very posh but it’s rather basic, but the shower is hot and the bed clean and comfortable.

As I go along the roads of the town and sitting looking out of the restaurant window I notice the love affair of chileans and trucks and suv’s. It’s almost as if I was in Texas again! What’s the point of driving around in a 2 or 3 ton truck? I can’t figure it out, obviously marketing of these behemoths have been very effective.

Los Vilos is a typical small seaside town and it’s really nice to be away from big city santiago!

By the beach at Los Vilos.

After a good night’s sleep I have a lazy morning and decide to stay for another day. Walking along the beach I hear the thunder of the waves, the smell of the ocean and seaweed and I feel really happy and relaxed. 😁I realize the trip has been quite stressful so far and it’s so nice to feel relaxed and calm again.

Exercise in the sand
Beginners surfing class
Kilometer long beach

In Santiago it got very hot in the afternoon, 35c, but at night a lot cooler at 16c. So it was hot going to bed, of course no ac, but in the morning quite nice temperature. Here in Los Vilos the temperature at night comes down to 12c and I need blankets not to freeze! There are no heaters in the rooms so I assume the winter temperature doesn’t get a lot cooler.

In the end I stayed three nights at the place. I really enjoyed my time there. Apart from the last night when loud music was played until 5am! Earplugs did help a bit but the bass tones come through anyway so I didn’t get much sleep that night.

The next goal is La Serena, a much larger town 250 km north. The temperature was around 20c but with strong wind it felt much colder and I had to stop to put more clothes on.  After stopping at a service area the sun burned through the clouds and it became a lot warmer.

I turned off Ruta 5 to visit Parques nacional bosque Fray Jorge, a detour of 30km each way. This park has unusual vegetation for the area because of a unique microclimate formed by a peculiar geometry of cliffs rising from the pacific ocean giving lush greenery.

The man himself with the cloud covered green hills in the background
Unusual large trees for the dry surrounding area

La Serena

I arrived afternoon time at La Serena and set about finding a hotel. This time booking.com found me a nice hotel and showed an even lower price than what the receptionist asked for. It’s located close to the center of town.

I walked around the very busy town today. The streets are narrow and there’s cars queuing everywhere, it’s almost like a grid lock. Streets are layed out in rectangular fashion so it’s easy to navigate around the streets. There are nice looking old buildings along the streets everywhere and several really large squares. It’s quite a beautiful town!

After two nights in La Serena, I felt it was time to continue my trek north so after breakfast and packing I set off around 9am for a 400 km ride north to a town called Caldera. Some days I wonder why I set off on this trip and today was one of those days. The surroundings of the entire ride was like moon landscape.

I only passed by one town on the 400km stretch and that was also the only place with a petrol station. I went passed it without stopping and realized I could run out of petrol so I had to turn back and fill up.

Caldera

I reached Caldera mid afternoon and set about finding a place to stay. Caldera is a busy place and it took me a while to find a free hotel room.

Hotel Monte Carlo

Another posh name hotel… There was only one room available and it was facing the street, I didn’t think much about the room location, but I should have!

After dinner with watching European football (all of south America is football crazy) I went for a walk in the beautiful golden hour light.

Later after going to bed I realized the street outside was not going to be quiet with loud cars and music! Earplugs helped so I did get some half decent sleep but next morning I pleaded with the hotel receptionist for another room away from the street and after more pleading I got another room at the other end of the hotel.

There’s a Paleontological park south of the town called Los Dedos and I rode there and took part in a guided tour. Kind of interesting showing fossils of various fish and animals.

The name Los dedos which means “the fingers” comes from 5 elongated sand ridges.

The climate in this desert town is not hot as you might expect, but pleasantly cool with a typical max  of 23c, a minimum of 16c, and not much variation during the year. The cool waters of the pacific keep the temperature stable year around.

There is always street art in Chilean towns.

I enjoyed Caldera and stayed there for three nights before setting off for another beach town, Taltal, 250 km further north.  Ruta 5 stayed close to the coast for half the distance before going more inland traversing the desert.  Actually, there are signs along the road stating the apt name  Ruta Desierto,  The road is beautiful and with more elevation changes than the previous day’s stretch is quite enjoyable to ride.  I arrive at Taltal around 1 pm and found a hotel throough the Ioverlander app immediately, the hotel has locked secure parking which is important when traveling with a motorcycle and I have a large room with A/C!

Taltal

One of my readers, Mike, suggests that I go and visit an Astronomical Observatory not far from Taltal, the Paranal observatory, which is one of the best sites in the world to study the sky.  It is set at an altitude of more than 2600 m, with the clear skies of the desert and none existent light pollution it’s set in a perfect place.  Furthermore it was a setting for the James Bond movie “A quantum of  Solace”!

The observatory has two tours every saturday so would have been perfect for me, unfortunately, the first available slot was in two weeks time.

 

 

 

 

Taltal has a beautiful setting in between the ocean and high hills:

Fishing boats, the ocean and high hills. A serene setting.

Quite a tame seagull was happy to be part of the picture.

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Arriving in Santiago

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When boarding the flight to San Francisco in Singapore I thought, is this trip really a good idea and was I really up to it. But it’s too late to change my mind now when all preparations were completed.

I had a bulkhead seat and it looked like there might be an empty seat beside me, but it was a full flight and sure enough, a guy being wheeled down the aisle in a wheel chair, was lifted to the seat beside me. He was a big guy and seemed barely conscious. His partner rearranged seats so she could sit beside him.

I asked the lady what was wrong with him and was told he had cancer and was in severe pain and was given strong pain medication. He spread his legs leaving me with limited space and I was not looking forward to the 15 hour flight. Of course I pitied the guy but I couldn’t help thinking about my own comfort for the long flight.

However, I survived and arrived in San Fran their morning time and had the pleasure of queuing up for immigration into the US, when I finally saw the officer he let me in without much questioning. Then getting the luggage, dropping it off again, and make my way to security for the flight to Houston. Everything went smoothly and I was soon seated in the airplane.

Arriving Houston at 5pm I had time for a quick dinner of fish and chips before getting on the last flight.

Fish and chips Texas size portion.

Santiago next morning there were no problems getting through immigration and getting my luggage.

I used Uber for transport and the driver told me to go to the basement of the parking garage which seemed strange, and he later explained that Uber had not yet been given the permission to pick up travelers from the airport, so it had to appear like I was riding in a regular, private car.

I soon arrived at Hostal casa matte where I had booked a room.

Hostal casa matte

It’s a bikers place and there are quite a few bikes inside the property. It was nice with a shower after the long trip. I arrived on the 9th of January and I would pick up my bike the next day.

I had arranged with a local company to do the paperwork and purchase the bike so it would be ready when I arrived. Martijn had done a splendid job in organizing the whole thing so on the 10th I met him at the bike shop and picked up the machine.

I’m picking up the Royal Enfield Himalayan at the dealer.

I can’t recommend Martin and his company Andes Adventure Bikes enough. They took care of all the paperwork (and there’s quite a lot) as well as purchasing the motorcycle and even got the luggage racks installed. Please consider them if you have the same idea as me to travel on a motorcycle in south America.

https://andesadventurebikes.com/

After a further day of getting over 11 hours of jetlag I set off for a ride up the Andes to a vinter ski resort. Santiago is at 800m while the ski resort is at 3000m altitude so the road was very twisty with more than 50 switch backs with very narrow turns. A challenge to ride and a good workout for the machine testing most aspects like engine, gearbox, brakes etc. We both managed well! Although at 3000m I felt a bit light headed after the fast ascent.

Valle Nevado ski resort

3000m above MSL!

Coastal trip

The new motorcycle needs to be run for 500kms before first service so I decided to ride to the coast and a small town called Cartagena. On last year’s trip I stayed there for a few days while recuperating from covid and I remember the seaside town fondly. Santiago gets very hot in the afternoons, 35C, while the coast is much cooler, another reason for going.

It’s a 150km trip each way so not very far. I’ve been warned about going on toll roads that do not have toll boots but use automatic charging. As a foreigner you can’t obtain the necessary device so when you go on these roads you will be fined and payment of this is not easy because foreign credit cards are not accepted.

Soo, of course, I got on the wrong road and will get a fine 😩, it’s only about 10000 pesos ($10), so no big deal if it was easy to settle.

After all that I arrived at Cartagena and had a nice lunch.

For the trip back I chose another route avoiding the automatic toll road.

After the trips I have enough kms on the bike to do the first service which is being done now.

Local prepaid sim cards are very cheap but when trying to install one in my phone I could not get it to work. After many tries I talked to another hostal guest and figured out why. If you don’t register your phone after the first month it will be blacklisted(!) and you won’t be able to use local operators until you do register it. Well, I used the same phone last year and didn’t do the registration, so that explains it. So I now use an esim which works fine.

The trials and tribulations of traveling! 😂

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South America 24: Day 22

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Day 22: Curacautin

I rode Ruta 5 south from Talca through Los Angeles to Victoria where I took a small road to Curacautin.  Ruta 5 is a great road to cover distances in short time with a speed limit of 120 km/h.  At some stretches the limit is reduced to 100 km/h but no one seems to lower their speed.  It’s a toll road and at regular, but large, intervals you need to get off the highway and go through the “Manual” payment gates and for a motorcycle the charges are not very expensive, for the 350 km I paid roughly the equivalent of 5 usd.  Ruta 181 from Victoria is a scenic road going through a very hilly landscape and as I get closer to Curacautin I see several volcanoes towering over the landscape in the distance. Amazing! And the first scenic moments I’ve had on the trip!  

My progress so far:

As I walk around this and other towns I can’t help but notice streets and areas with the name “O’Higgins”.  This doesn’t sound very Chilean or even Spanish so who was this man?  It turns out that he  is considered the father of independent Chile.  He had Irish and Spanish ancestry  and he was instrumental in freeing Chile from Spain in the early 1800s.

O’Higgins

I walked to the central plaza of the town and found the tourist bureau and had a chat with one of the guys. He told me there are 4 volcanoes in the vicinity of the town and that there are ski lifts at two of them.  They have little snow in the town but 12 meters (!) at the volcanoes in the winter.  The Llaima is the 2nd biggest volcano in Chile and it last had an eruption in 2009.

I first had thoughts of riding to the Laima volcano which is about 30 kms away from the town but after thinking of the hassle of gearing up I decided to take a taxi to a nearer waterfall, “Salto del indio”.  I got an “uncle”, as they say in Singapore, to drive me there and wait for me to walk to the waterfall and back and return me to the town.  It’s a really nice waterfall and well worth the trip. 

 

 

 

Day 24: Pucon

Rode on a beautiful local road that led to Ruta 5, along there for a while and then off towards Villarica and Pucon.  The two towns are located on the south side of lago Villarica and to the north of Chile’s most active volcano, Villarica. It’s holiday season in Chile and this is a big tourist area with queues of cars and very slow going.  I was behind a police car with flashing green lights between Villarica and Pucon, very irritating,  Not sure why they had the flashing lights on the whole time – but I guess to calm the traffic with noone doing any overtakes for the whole stretch.  I found my hostal, a big house with many bedrooms sharing two bathrooms.  Not ideal.  But with a comfortable bed and that’s the most important.  An American guy from San Fransisco was staying there and we had a long chat about the state of US politics…. He worked as a bartender for a year to save up money for a year’s trip in South America after finishing his degree.

For dinner I walked up the road to a modern restaurant playing loud music and showing various sports on large videoscreens.  What is the Chilean typical type of food?  Empanadas, of Churasco style beef?  No, it’s italian! Every other restaurant is Italian and they’re all serving pizza.  And the pizza I had was really nice and huge.

 

 

 

 

 

Day 26: San Martin de los Andes

After a good night’s sleep it’s time to evaluate the day’s options.  Should I stay in Pucon another day and wait for the volcano to be vivisible?  Unfortunately, it’s cloudy and I can’t see anything of it and the weather prognosis is not good for a clear sky, so I decide to ride eastwards and cross into Argentina.  After the usual ineffective and annoying packing of my stuff I set off.  As I get closer to the border the road goes steeply uphill and suddenly the volcano on the border becomes visible.  The sight is absolutely amazing.

Lanin volcano

 

The border crossing is fairly staight forward with return of Chilean temporary import permit and issuance of new for Argentina.  Still takes about an hour.  The road on the Chilean side was fantastic but as soon as I get into Argentina the road condition is awful, very bumpy gravel road where it definitively feels like the fillings are going to fall out of the teeth.  This lasts for 10km or so and then glorious asphalt all the way to Ruta 40 and then onto to San Martin de los Andes where I’m staying for the night.

I passed a petrol station on Ruta 40 with queues not too long.  I have seen youtube videos with km long petrol queues in this area so I thought I’d better fill up while I can.  So I joined the que and had some left over pizza while I was waiting, it took 20 mins to get to the front of the queu and get my fuel.  Didn’t mind much having a break with some food while waiting.  I met a couple on a bike where the guy had spent 5 years going around the world on a Yamaha Tenere 660, he would park his bike for 6 months somewhere and do someting else and return and continue his travels.  That’s one way of traveling but I don’t think I could do it that way, especially if the travel to and fro is 35 hours and time difference of 11 hours. That’s a killer and a recipe for contracting Covid 🙁

 

 

 

 

 

Day 27: Lago Puelo

Ruta 40 from San Martin de los Andes is called the route of the siete lagos (seven lakes), but not only does it pass a bunch of lakes but also goes past a number of mountains through a windy and beautiful road.  A pure joy to ride on a motorcycle.

 

As I was getting closer to Lago Puelo I noticed a number of motorcycles parked by a restaurant, so I slowed down and went back to see what this was about.  One guy was outside the restaurant for a smoke and he told me they were on their way to Ushuaia, they were from Santiago and had two weeks of vacation to be used for the return trip.  They were going to make it from there in 2 days which is close to 1000 kms per day!  Kind of crazy.

It took me a while to find the cabana I had booked for the night since I didn’t have internet.  I stopped at the YPF petrol station for a drink and used their WiFi to figure out where the place was.  Once I got there, there was noone to receive me and I had to wait for some time before the owner showed up. I wasn’t very happy and it didn’t help that the cabana was very basic.  Well, well, Booking.com isn’t always good…

 

Day 28: Futaleufu

Today I really feel like taking a break, I have been riding for 4 days straight, but the place I’m staying at isn’t so nice so I decide to carry on south.  Much of today’s ride was easy going on a high plateau with straight road allowing me to keep a decent speed for a quick 200kms.  The last 50 kms before the Chile border was another bad dirt road, it looked like it was being prepared to be tarmac’ed, it was very bumpy, dusty and, in places, with deep gravel giving that unpleasant floating feeling.  Of course, if you go on an adventure like this you must be able to take the bad as well as the good, otherwise you might as well not go.  Anyway, the unpleasant stretches are the ones you tend to remember, no?

Border crossings are always tedious and I wonder why they are necessary. It’s always a formality with forms being filled for the bike and passport being stamped.  Are Argentina and Chile so different, what are they afraid of?  The nordic countries have had no border formalities for as long as I can remember and now the same with the Schengen countries.  I can’t remember this having caused many problems.  And there is some cooperation between most south american countries through the Mercosur agreements and one result of this is that I can get vehicle insurance that covers most countries on the continent on a single policy.  Maybe in the future it will happen..

Futaleufu is a beautiful small town surrounded by mountains and only 10 kms from the Argentinian border.  It’s being presented as an adventure center with hiking, river rafting and mountain biking.  It has a nice square in the middle of town where there was some activity last night – being a Saturday.  Today I went for a hike in beautiful weather with clear blue skies and temperature in the low 20’s.  It’s the first hiking I’m doing since the Covid infection so I don’t want to push it too much but am happy with a 6 km walk.

Mirlo’s hostel

 

 


 

Here in Futaleufu I’m staying in a hostel called Mirlo’s hostel, it has an outdoor kitchen where I can cook food and make tea whenever I want.  There are also people from a lot of different countries and most of them speak good English so we’ve been able to communicate well.  It’s nice with company and I much prefer it to staying alone as I’ve been doing so far.  Only problem is snoring – one guy in the shared bedroom snores really bad so I had to sleep with ear plugs.  Only downside…

In the afternoon two guys on a BMW GS arrived.  They’re going the same way as me tomorrow so we’ll ride together.

 

 

 

 

Progress since Curacautin, 900km in 4 days, pretty relaxed…

Scandinavia

I spend some time in Sweden in the summers and I’ve done a several rides in the area.

Skalstugan and old Fröå mine

Skalstugan

 

I made a day ride to Skalstugan close to the Norwegian border and then returned via Fröå gruva, an old copper mine mined 2-300 years ago, where I had a very nice lunch and then back to Duved.

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Lofoten

I have read and heard about the natural beauty of Lofoten in the north of Norway. Beautiful scenery and quaint fishing villages as well as a beautiful road snaking itself between the islands of Lofoten over bridges and trough tunnels.

 

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