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Kashgar to Naryn in Kirghistan (370 km)

This was going to be a short day in my mind — but no! We started around 10 am with a new guide to take us to the Chinese/Kirghistan border. After about 50km we stopped at the first check-point. They checked papers and also wanted to check our cameras to make sure we had not taken pictures of “sensitive” areas”. After some time they got fed up and let us go and after a few kms we came to the immigration and customs control. We got there before noon and were not finished until 5 pm! The bikes were x-rayed (!) – not sure what they were checking for. Cameras were then checked again for illegal pictures and we were stamped out of the country. Then the personnel went for a long lunch and so did we, which was taken in a yurd (big tent) with kebabs, bread and ice-cream – actually very nice.

So at 5 pm we were finally cleared and set off for the border which was another 120km away. Getting out of China was fairly straight forward and then into Kirghistan. There was a big gate blocking the entrance but after some time a guard came and opened up. The procedure of immigration and customs was then fairly straight forward taking about one hour. We then set off for Naryn 180 km away. As the sun was setting I had beautiful views of the surrounding mountains and fields, actually, looking very different from the Chinese ones. The mountains had a softer shape and there was a lot more green nature to be seen. The last hour was in the dark, not much fun! Rule number one is to never ride in the dark but sometimes you must make an exception.

Naryn to Kazarman (200 km)

I was in a quandary where to go from Naryn. The first option was to go to Bishkek and then on to Osh on reportedly good roads while the second option was to go direct to Osh on smaller roads that were probably not great. I was persuaded to choose the 2nd option… For the first 100 km, or so, the road was not too bad with very coarse asphalt. Then this turned into coarse gravel and then as the road was ascending to cross a pass it turned into mud… With the tires on by bike this turned out to be troublesome and I was stuck in the mud. Not fun! One of the other guys helped and he got it a bit further up but then it wouldn’t go any further and he thought the clutch was burned… So two of the guys went ahead to the next village to get help and me and Andy were stuck on the mountain. Andy adjusted the clutch and managed to get the bike up the hill – a great achievement! So far I had fallen off the bike 3 times during that day and when we were setting off down the hill Andy fell off as well – even though his tires were much better suited for the conditions.

These beasts are heavy to raise!

These beasts are heavy to raise!

Anyway, we managed to get down the hill! However, it was getting dark and started to rain so we decided to stop and set up the tent. After some swearing and perseverance we managed to raise the tent in the howling wind – not easy! As we were trying to sleep the rescue vehicle arrived and we were told to rush and get everything in the van. In my mind, the rush was completely unnecessary, and led to my bike was pounded in the van on the horribly poor road. So the result was a broken pannier on the bike and a big mess. 

The bed and breakfast accommodation was brilliant when we finally reached at around midnight. We were welcomed with a nice hot dinner before going to bed and not so good sleep. It had been a nightmarish kind of day and it was difficult to drift off to sleep. Maybe, one day I will appreciate the adventures of the day but for now I’d rather not think about it.

Kazarman to Osh (could not make it with my bike)

We set off in the rain and it took us some time to find the road to Osh, it seems road signs are not a priority. The road would cross a pass at 3300 m and as i got higher up the mud became worse and it was clear that I could not make it. I decided to turn around and go back to Kazarman where I found a free room at the same b&b. When I arrived 4 motorcyclists from Holland had already arrived and I chatted for some time with them. They had come over the pass but on much more suitable bikes with good off road tires. Later, a party of 3 motorcyclists from New Zealand arrived, they had rented bikes in Bishkek and were doing a circle of the country, mainly off road.

Kazarman – June 7

Spent the day drying stuff that got wet the other night and wander around the village. I also needed to get some cash for the van transport so I went to the bank. It was a small one and it took some time for me to get some cash. There was a guard in military fatigues sitting by a desk supervising proceedings. I wanted to change a fairly small amount but they took their time investigating my passport and finally the cashier said OK. After a few signatures I got my money, quite a procedure!

Many of the buildings are left from the Soviet era and look really drab. However, it was nice to see kids playing outside in the sun shine, similar games as I was doing in Sweden in the 50’s and 60’s… Kids in the western world don’t know what they are missing!.


When traveling on the roads you can’t fail to notice there are a lot of old Audi 100’s around. About 30-35 years old and they’re still going strong! Having had two of these I know they were great cars, but why so many in Kirghistan? I guess they are fairly simple compared to modern cars and easy and cheap to maintain, or? Also note that they have adopted the European sign convention using the same pictograms.

A German guy who I met at the b&b is spending 3 years on a round the world trip on his bicycle and had spent 6 months on the road already. He will get to Singapore later this year so we’ll catch up then.

Remember the 80's Audi 100? I think they're all in Kirgistan!

Remember the 80’s Audi 100? I think they’re all in Kirgistan!

Kazarman to Jalal-Abad – van transport

The lady running the b&b was quite formidable and hard working. She cooked great dinner and breakfast and also organized the transports of my bike. She was very strict not to allow anyone going indoors with the boots on and I was told off several times… The driver of the van to take me and the bike to Jalal-Abad was a friendly chap and organized 2 additional men to get the bike into the van and the loading went well. I brought straps for occasions like this and was able to securely tie the bike down properly. The trip took 5 hours on, sometimes, atrocious roads and we stopped several times to check on the bike straps but everything went without problems and once arrived the driver quickly rounded up another couple of guys to get the bike off the van. The driver’s 12 year old son came along on the trip and he was sick due to the road conditions many times during the trip so we had stop and let him throw up.

Secure tie down of bike in van. It's the front yellow straps pushing the suspension half way down that kept the bike secure.

Secure tie down of bike in van. It’s the front yellow straps pushing the suspension half way down that kept the bike secure.

Pretty cold with lots of snow at the top of the pass at 3300m.

Pretty cold with lots of snow at the top of the pass at 3300m.

Atrocious road conditions on the mountain.

Atrocious road conditions on the mountain.

I walked around the town in the afternoon, it was market day and lots of people about. I managed to find a data only sim card and the girls selling it helped me install it in the phone while giggling. They tried to speak some English but showed with a small pinch how little they knew. I replied that my Russian was even worse than their English. The sim card was valid for a week and has unlimited data so should cover me for my time in Kirghistan and cost a paltry 200 Som (about 3 USD).

There was a cafe 20 m from the hotel that served nice food and tea in vast quantities. I had afternoon snack, dinner and breakfast there and the food tasted great!

Jalal-Abad to Osh (100 km)

As I handed the key to my room back and said thank you to the elderly platinum blond hotel lady she did not raise an eye-lid or acknowledge me in any way, and continued smoking her cigarette. However, her colleague rushed to the room to make sure I hadn’t wrecked it or stolen anything, mind you, the thread-bare towels were hardly worth stealing … It was if I had entered a time warp, the hotel block clearly came from the bygone Soviet era and the minuscule room had wall paper that looked like what we used to have in the 50’s.

My steed and Soviet style hotel block.

My steed and Soviet style hotel block.

Well underway the usual road closure happened and the GPS desperately wanted me to turn back to the closed road. I finally stopped and asked for the way to Osh and with those directions the GPS finally gave up insisting I turn back and got on track again. The weather was beautiful and so was the scenery and I was starting to enjoy being on the bike again. I arrived in Osh after a couple of hours and got to the hotel without any further GPS malfunction. As I turned the bike off the bell-boy came out and helped me carry my stuff to the reception, amazing service!

Close to the hotel there was a car wash so I brought the bike there for a thorough cleaning, it was horribly muddy so really needed to get the grime off.


Had new tires mounted on the bike and walked around town, Osh does not have a lot to offer! A big square with a big statue, probably of Lenin. The square has a lot of lanes which perhaps is/was used for military displays on May 1?

Some of the pictures from my walks around town:

Statue of Lenin (?).

Statue of Lenin (?).

I walked past this wedding. They seemed happy to see me.

I walked past this wedding. They seemed happy to see me.

Nice murals.

Nice murals.

In the evening Jah and missus as well as Mike arrived at the hotel and we went out for a really nice meal of beef Stroganoff and red wine.

Osh to Tashkent in Uzbekistan (390 km)

Me and Mike did not get away until 11-ish and were at the border after 15 minutes. Getting out of Kirghistan only took a few minutes while the customs formalities in Uzbekistan took close to an hour. However, the Uzbek guards were very friendly and chatty and wanted to know everything about our trip. We were let go but without a temporary immigration form which as slightly worrying. Hopefully this will not cause a problem when we leave the country.

We stopped at a mobile phone shop to get sim cards but were told we needed to have local id’s. Of course we don’t have such, but a couple of local ladies allowed us to use their id’s! Amazing! So we ended up with 4G SIM cards that will last us for the time in Uzbekistan.  

Bookshelf moving.

Bookshelf moving.

Coal fire power plant.

Coal fired power plant.

About halfway through the journey there was a pass with quite high elevation and a new and beautifully constructed highway led across it. The temperature sank by 10-15 degrees so the pass might have been 2000m high. However, there was some wet patches and with the new unfamiliar tires I rode very carefully… We found a hotel close to the city and made our way there without problems. Drivers in Uzbekistan seem to have a death wish going at high speed and worryingly for motorcyclists they give us very little space as the fly past.

Tashkent to Samarkand (320 km)

We rode through the city before turning south west towards Samarkand. Tashkent is a modern city with lots of new buildings, and wide tree lined avenues. However, there are no “famous” historic buildings in the city. Someone said it was the 2nd or third biggest city in the former Soviet union.


Grazing cattle.

Grazing cattle.

Hay transport. Nice stacking of the hay bales.

Hay transport. Nice stacking of the hay bales.

The road was good most of the way and we arrived mid afternoon to Samarkand. The temperature is getting higher – around 31C during the day-time. At night the temperature was a very pleasant 22C.

It’s not easy to get cash in this country, we have not found an ATM that will give us the local currency and credit cards are not accepted in many places. The only way to get local currency is to exchange pristine US $ bills, a slight crease in the bill will make it non-acceptable! It’s a real pain!

Samarkand – June 13

Walked around beautiful Samarkand, beautiful mosques and people.


Very old Lada. Lots of old cars on the road.

Very old Lada. Lots of old cars on the road.

Ladies relaxing before a wedding reception.

Ladies in beautiful dresses relaxing before a wedding reception at the Registan.

First night in Samarkand hotel. Very nice but no room available for the 2nd night.

Mosque close to the 2nd hotel.

Mosque close to the 2nd hotel.

Mosque at the Registan.

Mosque at the Registan.

Registan is a big area with various mosques and buildings. The building are clad in beautiful tiles - very colourful.

Registan is a big area with various mosques and buildings. The buildings are clad in beautiful tiles – very colourful.

Biker hotel.

Biker hotel.

When we got back from the Registan, Jah and his missus had arrived in our hotel.  We spent a lovely evening in a restaurant driven there by our resident taxi driver.

Samarkand to Bukhara (280 km)

Before we left we said bye to Anton who I’d met a year ago in Bogota.  I wonder where we’ll meet next?

Pretty boring but, oh so hot, ride from Samarkand to Bukhara.  The temperature was getting close to 40C with very low humidity and I was pretty exhausted by the time I arrived at the “Old house hotel” which was located in a small street, only accessible by motorcycle, and which took some time for me to find.  It’s newly refurbished and the beds are not concrete hard – hurray!  Mike arrived a bit later than me and we went for a walk in the town.  It’s much more touristy than Samarkand but very nicely done. 

We found the “Ark” the most famous structure in the town and an exert from Wikipedia states:

“The Ark is a large earthen fortification located in the northwestern part of contemporary Bukhara. In layout it resembles a modified rectangle, a little elongated from the west to the east. The perimeter of the external walls is 789.6 metres (2,591 ft), the area enclosed being 3.96 hectares (9.8 acres). The height of the walls varies from 16 to 20 metres (52 to 66 ft).”

Entrance to the Ark!

Entrance to the Ark!

Wall of the Ark in Bukhara.

Wall of the Ark in Bukhara.

It’s a huge and very impressive structure!

We found a nice place for dinner with some entertainment to go along.

My progress the last few weeks:

Rest day in Bukhara

We decided to stay a day in Bukhara before going on to Khiva.

Bukhara ladies just happened to be lining up for a photo.

Bukhara ladies just happened to be lining up for a photo.

Sunset in Bukhara.

Sunset in Bukhara.

Bukhara to Khiva (470 km)

We started early at 7 to avoid the heat.  The first 100 km was pretty badly rutted asphalt and then there was an amazingly good 4 lane highway for 270 km so the day was a lot easier than we thought it would be.  The landscape along the highway was very boring, almost desert like.

New highway in the desert landscape.

New highway in the desert landscape.

It’s low season in Khiva so no problem to find a hotel and we’re the only ones at this one.  I walked around in the beautiful historic area in the evening.  Amazing minarets and mosques.

Colourful minaret in Khiva

Colourful minaret in Khiva

Protective wall surrounding the Khiva historical area.

Protective wall surrounding the Khiva historical area.

Full moon shining on Khiva.

Full moon shining on Khiva.

There were a couple of camels inside the area. A bit scraggly?

There were a couple of camels inside the Khiva historical area. A bit scraggly?

I’m sure all “adventure travelers” have doubts from time to time about what’s the point of the trip.  You get to a new destination and wonder “what am I doing here?” and then stay a day or two and go to the next town.  I’ve been traveling for 7 weeks and am starting to wonder “maybe I should cut the trip short”?  When I get into Kazakhstan I can choose to go northwest towards Latvia and take a ferry across to Stockholm and finish the trip in a couple of weeks, or I can go south towards Georgia, Turkey and come up through Europe and spend, at least, another month. I do get tired of sitting on a motorcycle day in and out and I’m having some aches and pains and wondering if I’m still enjoying the adventure…  I’ll have to make up my mind in the next week or so…

Khiva – June 17 – 19

Mike’s front tyre is shot!  He talked to the hotel manager who found a tire in Tashkent so now we’re waiting for it to arrive in Khiva.  People here are very friendly and helpful and will go out of their way to help, like the hotel manager did.  I told him I was suffering from some hip pain and he quickly found a nurse to come to the hotel and give me a massage and some pain relieving pills.  The nurse gave me a nice massage but I’m not sure that it will help with my hip ache… 

We found a salon to cut our hair and the person doing the cutting was a boy of 17!  He had his 12 year old twin brothers in the shop while we were getting the hair cut and they were very boisterous and curious about us.  The 17 year old had a diploma and did a nice job!

Later in the afternoon Jah and missus arrived and stayed at the same hotel.  Dinner was taken at a rooftop restaurant inside the historical area and was very nice.  The full moon was amazingly yellow and together with the lit minarets produced a stunning display.  Unfortunately I only had the phone camera so the image is not so good.

Khiva minaret along full moon.

Khiva minaret along full moon.

It looks like we’ll be staying another day or two since Mike’s tire will not arrive until tomorrow the 19th…  

The road from here to Kazakhstan is not so good in places and  there is also a 300 km stretch with no petrol stations and in combination with the available fuel being only 80 octane we need to bring  some extra fuel to make sure we’re not stranded in the middle of nowhere.  I asked the hotel manager and he got us two 10 liter water containers we can use for fuel and this should be enough to get us safely to Kazakhstan.

I walked around the non historic part of town and got some pictures.

The hotel manager said this was a famous author from Khiva.

The hotel manager said this was a famous author from Khiva.

Couples getting married would walk around this statue for good luck...

Couples getting married would walk around this statue for good luck…


On the last day in Khiva the hotel owner gave us a farewell dinner.  We had a very nice 4 course meal with beer, red wine and vodka.  We felt very full and slightly worried we wouldn’t be in good shape to get up early the next day.

Khiva farewell dinner

Khiva farewell dinner

Khiva to Kungirot (300 km)

An early start at 7.30 meant it was pretty cool and we made good speed both on the rough potholed road and some newly built  stretches so we arrived noon time.  Kungirot town does not have a lot to show for itself, it’s dusty and with terrible roads.

As the day wore on first a German couple arrived on Husqvarna bikes having come from Kazakstan and later in the evening a group of more Germans arrived also from Kazakhstan.  We chatted and they told us about the bad road close to the border of Uzbekistan.  It was nice to meet other bikers.

Kungirot to Beyneu in Kazakhstan  (430 km)

We started at 6 in the morning and made good speed the first 150 km on fairly good sealed roads.  We were thinking this is not so bad but then the road got worse and worse with huge pot holes.  I hit a big one and I knew straight away that something was wrong, the steering did not feel right… I stopped and confirmed a front wheel puncture and saw immediately that the rim was badly bent.  I tried pumping up the wheel and kept going at 40 kph but it was no good, the air gradually went out.  So I stopped and wondered what to do, there was no phone connection and I really was in the middle of nowhere with the temperature climbing into the mid thirties.  Some people stopped to help but there was not much that could be done.  So I waited for Mike who was way ahead of me and he appeared after some time.  He immediately suggested we had to put a tube in the tire and luckily he had one.  So we managed to get the wheel off, break the bead and get one side of the tire off.  We put the tube in and managed to get the tire back on and pumped it up and put the wheel back on.  Sounds simple but is not easy and in the blazing midday sun with temperatures reaching 40C it was a heroic effort! 

Badly bent front rim. Can this be safely fixed?

Badly bent front rim. Can this be safely fixed?

Mike packing away the tools after fitting the tube on my front-wheel.

Mike packing away the tools after fitting the tube on my front-wheel.


















With this I could get going again and managed to ride to the border with Kazakhstan going over, possibly, the worst road on the planet…

After two hours at the border the road to Beyneu was fantastic for 60 km and then turned into a road of hell, first terrible dirt road and the last 5 km made up of sand as fine as flour.  It was very difficult to ride in this but we eventually found the hotel after a 12 hour long day.  I was completely exhausted but managed to go out to get some food and drink.

Beyneu to Atirau (420 km)

I was so tired I doubted I could make the trip to Atirau but somehow I managed to get going.  Temperatures of 40C made the going tough and we had to stop to drink a lot.  On top of that the front wheel is no longer round so the front of the bike vibrates a lot at slower speeds while at around 100 kph it was bearable.

A flock of sheep crossing the road.

A flock of sheep crossing the road.

A lot of camels along the road. They look incredibly docile and stoic and not one got onto the road.

A lot of camels along the road. They look incredibly docile and stoic and not one got onto the road.

I saw several O&G rigs.

I saw several O&G rigs.

This is what Wikipedia say about Kazakhstan Kashagan oil field:

“With 9 – 11 billion barrels, Kashagan is the largest oil field outside of the Middle East. It is estimated to come on stream in 2016 and reach production of 1.5 million barrels per day at its peak. Kazakhstan is a major oil producer with an estimated total production of 1.64 million barrels per day in 2013.”

Areas beside the road looked like it was covered by snow... It's dried lakes covered in salt.

Areas beside the road looked like it was covered by snow… It’s dried lakes covered in salt.

Lots of poles!

Lots of poles!

Atirau Jun 23, 2019

It is Sunday and I’m worried there will be no garages or workshops to straighten my rim.  With the help of the iOverlander app  I was able to find the area of some workshops and set off to find the place around 10.  It was straight forward and we soon found the workshop that had previously helped to fix a bent rim.  It took some time for the guy to get going and with the help of heat and a hammer he was able to straighten out the rim.  Mike found a 19 inch inner tube and after a few hours I was on the road and the rim was now much better – mission accomplished!

I had thoughts about going due north towards Moscow to avoid the terrible road to Astrakhan but in the end we decided to go towards Astrakhan tomorrow.  I’m worried that if I bend the rim again it might not be safe to fix it so I will need to take it very gingerly.

Route after China from Naryn, Kirghistan to Astrakhan, Russia.

Route after China from Naryn, Kirghistan to Astrakhan, Russia.

Route after China from Naryn, Kirghistan to Astrakhan, Russia.
The video shows the trip from Khiva to Astrakhan which was a real adventure.


China 2

Go back to the first part of the trip through China.

Lhasa to Gyangtse (265 km)

After riding for 10 days without a break it certainly was nice with a rest day in Lhasa, and today people, including me, were ready for another day on the road. To get out of Lhasa took the usual crazy manoeuvres but we did it without mishaps. As we have traveled we’ve seen a lot of engineering projects being done or that has been completed. Amazing concrete pillars for the construction of new high speed railways over deep valleys, or bridges for the road. I didn’t manage to photograph some of the more impressive ones but here is a nice looking bridge we passed early in the day.

Bride over the river at Lhasa.

Bride over the river at Lhasa.

The road was in good condition and we rode by some scenic lakes before starting the climb to higher elevations reaching 4800 m later in the day.

Mountains and water look nice on a sunny day.

Mountains and water look nice on a sunny day.

Reflecting lake by the road.

Reflecting lake by the road.

Surrounded by dark looking mountains.

Surrounded by dark looking mountains.



Sheep and rocks.

Sheep and rocks.

Impressive rock formations.

Impressive rock formations.

Interesting geology. Looks like sandstone brechsia?

Interesting geology. Looks like sandstone brechsia?

Close to the glacier.

Close to the glacier.

Beautiful lake nestled in between the mountains at around 4500 m.

Beautiful lake nestled in between the mountains at around 4500 m.

After a very scenic day of riding we reached the destination around 5.30 and were to meet for a walk to the local fortress but I did my own thing staying at the hotel and having a nice meal of onion soup and spaghetti bolognese. Back to my room I worked on this missive. As we travel further west and north daylight lasts longer and today it got dark a bit after 9.

Gyangtse to Tingri (320 km)

We saw Everest for the first time today! However, it was far in the distance.

Mount Everest in the far distance.

Mount Everest in the far distance.

Otherwise the ride was similar to yesterday’s one, a little bit longer, but only one high pass which was at 5200 m which is higher than the Mt Everest base camp where we are going tomorrow.

Snow by the roadside.

Snow by the roadside.

Cereal or grass fields at a high altitude.

Cereal or grass fields at a high altitude.

Interesting gathering of colourful indians. Some of them were riding their horses up and down a stretch.

Interesting gathering of colourful indians. Some of them were riding their horses up and down a stretch.

May 22, 2019  Tingri to Everest base camp (90km)

We are getting close to Everest! Tingri is a small town by any standards of 500 people and tiny by Chinese standards. It’s basically a town with a hotel or two and a petrol station… At the hotel we met up with another biker tour group that started the ride in Kathmandu and were also going to Everest base camp today. They were all riding Royal Enfield bikes and they claimed they were good for the riding they had done.

Back to Everest – we had an easy ride crossing one mountain pass at 5200m with amazing views of 5 peaks above 8000m. The 20km road up to the pass was made up of beautiful switchbacks on nice smooth road surface – pure joy on a motorcycle!

5 peaks above 5000m. The photo does not give justice to the amazing view.

5 peaks above 8000m. The photo does not give justice to the amazing view.

Interesting geologic layering.

Interesting geologic layering.

Mount Everest in all it's glory.

Mount Everest in all it’s glory.

Tonight we’re sleeping at a guest house close to the base camp, there is no heating so I’m afraid it’s going to get cold with a biting wind and sub zero temperatures.

Everest base camp to  Xigaze (320 km)

We started the day very early and got up at 6 for breakfast at 6.30 and bus transport from the lodgings to the place where the bikes were stored.  In previous years you were allowed to ride the motorcycle all the way, but now, because of environmental concerns, you have to take the electric bus.  By 8 we were down by the bikes and made sure they would start since the temperature had been sub-zero during the night and we had to scrape some frost off the seats.  Also scrambling to change into riding gear, that was stored in the service van during the night.

Mount Everest just before sunrise.

Mount Everest just before sunrise.

Well, we finally got away without incident and started riding in the cold morning – brrr… Today we would ride the same way we came – in the other direction.  We again rode the amazing switch-back road, it must be one of the best roads in the world for a motorcycle.  It’s close to 40 km going up and then coming down.

Race track or mountain road?

Race track or mountain road? The road leading to the Tibetan Everest base camp.

It's not easy to get trees to grow at an altitude above 4500m.

It’s not easy to get trees to grow at an altitude above 4500m.

Maybe not so easy to image this with seismic?

Maybe not so easy to image this with seismic?

Desolate. Very inhospitable in winter.

Desolate. Very inhospitable in winter.

We reached the hotel in Xigaze early – for a change around 4.30 and had time for a snooze before diner.


Xigaze rest day

Some people went to the famous and large local monastery, some worked on their bikes and I took it easy working on the blog to keep it to date.  Anyway, it was very nice with a rest day before starting the last 2500km to Khasgar.

May 25, 2019  Xigaze to Saga (400km)

Before setting off we took farewell of 3 people in the group, they were going back to Lhasa to catch a flight either home or other vacation destinations. It was the third time we rode the first 150 km of today’s route and the rest was on the G219 that will lead us to northern Tibet and Khashgar.  The ride went without  problems although there were stretches with big pot holes that we had to navigate carefully. As  we got closer to Saga the wind got much stronger and you had to ride at a lean angle to go straight.

Saga to Bagaxiang (490 km)

Nice views for the entire ride of the Tibetan landscape.  It’s incredible grand with new mountains showing up all the time .  The road was in general  in good condition.  One problem was that there was a distance of around 250km between  petrol stations and some of the bikes could not handle that distance, the strong wind making the fuel consumption go up as well.

Map showing route from Lhasa to Everest base camp, back to Xigaze and onwards to Bagaxiang.

Map showing route from Lhasa to Everest base camp, back to Xigaze and onwards to Bagaxiang.

The vastness of the Tibetan high plateau can only be experienced by being there...

The vastness of the Tibetan high plateau can only be experienced by being there…

This is close to 5000m elevation and it was cold.

This is close to 5000m elevation and it was cold.

At the highest point of every pass there is colourful bunting.

At the highest point of every pass there is colourful bunting.

Golden bull and a black tiger.

Golden bull and a black tiger.

Ice on the water.

Ice on the water.

And it was cold! In the morning below freezing and at noon below 4C.  Luckily I have electrically heated pants and jacket to help me keep warm but it’s still chilly.

Mountain on the Chinese side - still the Himalayas.

Mountain on the Chinese side – still the Himalayas.

Bagaxiang to Tsaparang (540 km)

This was to be a day of true adventure! The ride was supposed to be a short one but me and Andy pulled out in front, got into a good rhythm and followed the main road, we had a great time without thoughts of if we were going the right way.  After 170 km we stopped at a check point and sat down to wait for the rest of the group to arrive.  We waited and waited… Finally I messaged Jah, the tour leader.  He informed me we missed a turn off and were far away from where we should be and he had sent Mike to “retrieve” us.  Mike arrived but the problem was we were out of fuel and to get to the petrol station we had to cross the check point.

We approached the police officers who turned out to be very nice (they even offered us a can of Red Bull) and after showing scans of our passports (the passports were carried by the Tibetan guide) and after various discussions we were let through to find fuel.  Then we had to go back for 250 kms to find our nightly stop.  After 130 km we turned off onto the X705 road that led us through some very scenic areas.  The last part went through an area of clay-rock that displayed various colours and were amazingly beautiful.

Amazing views along X705 road.

Amazing views along X705 road.

Clay rock formations flanked by sno covered mountains - beautiful!

Clay rock formations flanked by snow covered mountains – beautiful!


Tsaparang rest day

A beautiful day with glorious sunshine and blue skies, and at 3700 m much lower than the usual 4500 m so the outside temperature was higher.  Some people went to look at some local site but I decided to stay at the hotel and relax – it’s so nice not being on the bike for a full day!

May 29, 2019  Tsaparang to Rutog (330 km)

We backtracked the 250 km we went wrong two days before. Since we were leaving Tibet and  entering into a new province, Xinjiang, there was a long holdup before we could continue the last 120km to our hotel in Rutog.  The hotel was not nice, no heating and in a rather dilapidated state, however, with electrically heated blankets it was still possible to keep warm. It got to -5 C during the night because the altitude was still large at around 3600m.

Filling up 12 motorcycles with petrol always takes time since the rules requires the use of a 2-stage process where first a can is filled and this is used to fill the bike. SOmetimes, we were allowed to push the bikes to the pump and fill.

Filling up 12 motorcycles with petrol always takes time since the rules requires the use of a 2-stage process where first a can is filled and this is used to fill the bike. SOmetimes, we were allowed to push the bikes to the pump and fill.

Always beautiful scenery in the mountains of Tibet.

Always beautiful scenery in the mountains of Tibet.


Rutog to Da Hong Liu Tan (580 km)

A long day on the road involving riding but also stops at check points which were starting to take even longer time. There was 370 km between petrol stations and we had to fill spare tanks with fuel for some of the bikes that did not have the required range using their “built in” tanks.  We all made it so someone had made the right calculations.

India on the other side of the lake.

India on the other side of the lake.

Colorful bunting in many places. Nice or an eye sore?

Colorful bunting in many places. Nice or an eye sore?


We arrived at the hotel town which turned out to be more of a military town late and was subjected to a thorough investigation to make sure we were the same person as shown in the passport.  This took a considerable amount of time and, of course, we had to take it with a smile.  So late in the evening we were finally in the hotel which turned out to be the worst on of the trip.  There were no showers and heating and the toilets were broken.  At night it got to several degrees below zero so the rooms got chilly during the night. 

May 31, 2019  Da Hong Liu Tan to Kashgar (600 km)

This is the last leg of the trip through China and the longest day, both in terms of kilometers and hours.  We started at 6 am while it was still dark and the first few hours were extremely cold – some people reported their bike thermometer as saying -8 C.   We climbed to an elevation of 5000 m when the sun had just come up with the views from the top of the pass being  fantastic.  The road was really rutted with big pot-holes in places and, although some people love these conditions, I feel with my motorcycle for all the hard hits it takes when hitting the pot holes… As it turned out I had hit one so badly that the front wheel rim was badly bent, luckily, not so bad that the air leaked out.

View from the 5000 m pass early in the morning.

View from the 5000 m pass early in the morning.

The road leading up to the pass. It was in a bad state of repair.

The road leading up to the pass. It was in a bad state of repair.

Camels in China? Oh yes! I was told the people here come from eastern Turkey originally and they brought camels.

Camels in China? Oh yes! I was told the people here come from eastern Turkey originally and they brought camels.


After many stops for petrol and security check points we arrived in Kasgar at the hotel around 10.30, pm, any later and it would have been  dark.  We had ridden for 16.5 hours!

Kashgar rest days

There was a lot of work to be carried out on our bikes including oil and filter changes as well as other repairs.  My front rim was miraculously bent back to it’s original shape without problems – I was really pleased to see that it could be done so well!  We were originally planning to stay for 2 days but because the required work on the bikes could not be completed in that time we are staying for an additional day.

Kashgar, or Kashi, as it’s also known, has a history stretching back to 200 BC and with a current population of 500,000 it has served as a trading post and strategically important city on the silk road between China, the middle east and Europe.  It’s modern day layout is pleasant with wide avenues lined with trees – so different from our travels through Tibet which showed very little greenery and was more dessert like.  Kashgar is at an altitude of 1200 m and is nice and warm with daytime temperatures in the 30’s.  So nice after the freezing temperatures we;ve seen the last few weeks.

The old bazaar.

The old bazaar.

Lots and lots of electric mopeds going at pretty high speed in their designated lanes.

Lots and lots of electric mopeds going at pretty high speed in their designated lanes. It’s an efficient and pollution free way of transport.

Tree lined wide avenues. In the middle the car lanes, to the side of that the moped lanes and at the edges the pedestrian lanes.

Since leaving Singapore I have ridden 10301 km in one month.  The first 3000  km from Singapore to the Boten China border were easy with good roads and took no more than 5 days in the saddle.  The 7000 km in China has been hard work with the first 10 days without a break.   We’ve had more breaks since then but we did 7000 km in around 21 days on, at times, bad roads and 15-20 mountain passes.  The Tibetan scenery has been breath taking – no doubt about that!  However, somewhat sterile and very brown.  

The RideChina company with Jah, it’s leader, did a brilliant job of putting together the trip and organizing hotels etc.  The hard schedule could very well be because of the Chinese authorities putting a lot of restrictions on what they would accept.  The group was not very disciplined with people disappearing for some time but Jah never let that affect his temper but remained calm throughout.  I don’t think I could have in the same situation. 


Boten to Lhasa

Boten to Jinghong (261km)

We left a bit after 7 to get to the border with China at the opening time at 8.  After getting out of Laos we were met at the Chinese border by the organizer, Jah.  After an hour or two of border formalities we were in China! We stopped for a lovely lunch before continuing to the next city to finalize the formalities allowing us to drive our bikes in the country. This involves getting a Chinese driving license and having the bikes inspected.

The formalities were finished around 2 or 3 in the afternoon and we got on the highway to Jinghong, the goal for the day.  The highway is new and beautifully constructed but at one point it was closed and we had to get off it and ride the old road which was very twisty so should be fun on a bike, however, with a lot of big trucks going very slowly and difficult to overtake it was pretty hard work.  After 60km of the old road we were back on the highway and were soon in Jinghong.

Our intrepid leaders

Our intrepid leaders

Boten China border

Boten China border

It had been a long day and I was very tired by the end of it.

Jinghong to Kunming (530 km)

We stayed in a nice hotel and were offered a very nice spread for breakfast.  The idea was to start at 8 and we were probably on the road about that time.

Morning preparations and chats before setting off

Morning preparations and chats before setting off

Getting in and out of the Chinese cities is not easy and luckily our guide knows his way around.  The traffic seems very chaotic, much more so than other Asian countries where I’ve been riding and it seems like a minor miracle that people do not get hurt.

We stopped for lunch at the halfway point and, unfortunately, one of the guys lost his phone and after reviewing CCTV footage it turned out that someone nicked it and he had taken off, but they knew the culprits car registration.  Wonder what will happen to him?

Discussions with the police reagarding the missing phpne

Discussions with the police reagarding the missing phpne

So after a lengthy delay we were on our ways again.  The highway is beautiful ly constructed as it cuts its way through the very hilly country.  There are a large number of viaducts and tunnels with sweeping turns in between – it’s a very nice road to navigate on a motorcycle.  Along the way there were other, very, impressive constructions with huge viaducts being built.  

We stop every so often to drink water and stretch our legs.

Water stop

Water stop

We arrived at the Kunming hotel around 6.30 where we met additional adventurers joining the group.

Kunming to Linjiang (500km)

Another group of 5 people joined us so we are all together 14 bikes.  This took some time to organize and then one guy had a scare thinking he’d lost his passport delaying us by close to an hour.  He re-traced his walk to and fro the bank and finally figured out h’ed put it in a hidden pocket in his jacket.  Without passport would probably mean aborting the trip plus having a lot of problems getting out of the country.  So everyone drew a sigh of relief once it was found.   

All this meant we didn’t get on the road until after 11 and we had a long way to go.  On the way we we’re stopped at a roadblock because of an accident further along the road and it was quite a gathering of people with the locals wanting pictures of the bikers, a bit like we were from another planet.  After half an hour the policeman let us go so we had the entire road to ourselves for quite some time.  When we reached the accident it was a relatively small one and I can’t understand why the whole road was blocked for that.

Road block gathering

Road block gathering

We arrived in the beautiful town of Linjiang after 6 some time and stayed in the old part of town which a a pedestrian precinct with cobblestone streets and old buildings – very nice!  However, since we were so late there was no time to explore the town and I was very tired so after dinner I went back to the hotel and bed.

Linjian old town

Linjian old town

Our hotel - very nice!

Our hotel – very nice!

Linjiang to Shangri La (270 km)

Today was the first day we’d traverse a mountain pass and on the way admire the Tiger Leaping Gorge. After the first stop there was a bit of a problem and some guys, including me, got lost.  It took some time to gather the group back together again and then we set off for the Gorge.  It’s pretty amazing scenery with tall mountains surrounding it.

The Yangtze river in all it's might flows at the bottom of the gorge.

The Yangtze river in all it’s might flows at the bottom of the gorge.

The leaping tiger.

The leaping tiger.

After admiring the gorge we had some nice twisty roads for 150 km reaching an elevation of 3800 m.  The temperature also dropped to 10C and it felt pretty cold after the days of extremely hot riding conditions.

Shangri La to Guibading (190 km)

Today was a fairly short ride so we set off from Shangri La a bit later.  On the way we stopped at a monastery and listen in on the service for a while.  The buildings are set nicely on the mountain side.

By the entrance to the inner court yard of the monastery

By the entrance to the inner court yard of the monastery

Monks out in the courtyard after (or in between) services.

Monks out in the courtyard after (or in between) services.

Rather than following the new main road which goes by a tunnel through the mountain we took the old road which goes over the pass at close to 4300m.  The road is not well maintained so there were several places of dirt-road and stream crossings as well as rock-fall for most of the way.  Some of the stretches were pretty rough so I got to practice my off-road riding skills which is nice and I’m getting more confident when not having full control of where the bike is going.

The lads having a laugh at the peak of today's ride.

The lads having a laugh at the peak of today’s ride.

We’re now at the foothills of the Himalayas and tonight we’re staying at an elevation of around 3500 m and I can see the snow covered mountains from my hotel window.

Guibading to Zogang and into Tibet (380 km) Total distance 5164 km

We had an early start – this was going to be a long day. Some of the people in the group love roads that are not so good and today they were very happy. The road quality leaves a lot to be desired with a lot of gravel and ruts.  We traversed two high passes with the 2nd one being above 5000m. It was getting late in the afternoon by the time we got there and it was rather cold so we quickly descended and reached the hotel at seven.  It was indeed a long day.

Filling up the tank in Tibet

Filling up the tank in Tibet

The pace is rather relentless with long days in the saddle, late dinners and early mornings.  It is starting to not feel like a vacation but a grueling test of stamina.  I did not have this in mind when I signed up :-(.  The original itinerary included more rest days and some shorter riding days.  However, I think there will be more rest days once we get to Lhasa.

Zogang to Ranwo (180 km)

We had our first puncture today!  The wheel had an inner tube and to replace this the wheel had to come off and since the service van had a tire we fit both a new tire and inner tube.  This took at least an hour but we had stopped at a sunny meadow with yaks eating of the grass.  Quite serene really.  

Puncture repair

Puncture repair

Once done we continued to lunch and then climbed up to above 4000 m.  Beautiful scenery for most of the day.


Ranwo to Bayi (360 km)

This was another long day and I had no energy to update these pages and now a few days later I have a hard time remembering what went on during this ride…  However, there was some nice mountainous scenery with wooded passages.

Bayi to Lhasa (400 km) Total distance 6255 km

A nice ride on undulating roads with good asphalt.  Along the road we see a lot of Tibetan pilgrims on the way to the holy city of Lhasa.  Many of them cycle, some walk while the most arduous walk a few steps (the length of their body) then lie and kiss the ground before repeating the process.  There was risk of rain at one point and we stopped to don rain gear but it turned out to be false alarm since very little rain actually came down.

Morning sun on mountain lake

Morning sun on mountain lake

Snow covered mountain all around

Snow covered mountain all around

There are yaks everywhere along the road and you must be prepared to stop at any time.

There are yaks everywhere along the road and you must be prepared to stop at any time.

Highest point on today's ride at 4900 m.

Highest point on today’s ride at 4900 m.

Since entering China in Mohan we first went due north until we reached the kink and since then pretty much due west.  The map shows the route through China so far.

So we’re now due north of Bhutan and tomorrow we’ll continue our westward journey towards Mount Everest base camp.  Since entering China I have traveled 3200 km which is more than half the total distance through the country.  Lhasa is around 29 degrees north while the endpoint of London is at 51 degrees which means I’ve come more than half way north from SIngapore.


Today is a day off the bike and we spent several hours at the Potala palace.  From wikipedia:

“The Potala Palace  in LhasaTibet Autonomous RegionChina was the residence of the Dalai Lama until the 14th Dalai Lama fled to India during the 1959 Chinese invasion. It is now a museum and World Heritage Site.”

The palace is huge covering an area of 400×300 m.

Part of tapestry as we entered into the palace.

Part of tapestry as we entered into the palace.

Lhasa is surrounded by mountains and the views from the palace is spectacular.

Lhasa is surrounded by mountains and the views from the palace is spectacular.

Court yard at the top of the palace before entering the inside.

Court yard at the top of the palace before entering the inside.

Go to the legs of China after Lhasa


April 30, 2019 Day 1 SIngapore to Hat Yai (940km)

First day of the trip and I wanted to get through Malaysia into Thailand. I left home at 6 in the morning and got to the Tuas border station. Because of having acquired the Carnet de Passage I had to go through a special procedure at the border and it was obvious that customs rarely go through this procedure and it turned out they did not have the correct stamp, so the lady had to phone to get the stamp brought to the office… Still, the whole process did not take more than half an hour so can’t complain too much.

Leaving early in the morning on the 30th of April.

Leaving early in the morning on the 30th of April.

The Carnet duly filled in. About to leave Singapore.

The north-south highway in Malaysia is great for a quick transfer through the country and I made good time to Kuala Lumpur. Going on the road west of the capital it started raining and the traffic got really bad and I had to stop for a while in the thought I could wait the rain out. However, the rain did not let off so I had to don my rain gear and set off at a slow pace.

Gloomy and rainy around KL.

Gloomy and rainy around KL.

It was then raining on and off all through the Malaysia. Pretty miserable! Nevertheless, I persevered and got to the border with Thailand around 4pm. Since I was there last, the border crossing is completely redesigned and newly constructed. Getting out of Malaysia was no problem but the procedure to get into Thailand took a bit of time so the whole process took an hour and then I was on my way to Hat Yai where I found my hotel after the GPS got me lost a few times.

Once settled in I went to the Post Laser Disc Pub where I had dinner and some fluid replenishment. While sitting there this geezer had problems starting his moped and he spent a lot of time trying to make it go. He cleaned the spark plug and it would start but then stop and repeating the process several times. He did not let this affect his mood but had a good laugh while working. I started talking to another angmo (non-asian), turned out he was a British guy who had been in the town for 30 years teaching business English at the Songhkla university. He loved the town and the freedom of Thailand in general and had no plans to move back to the UK. Interesting!

May 1, 2019 Day 2 Hat Yai to Prachuap Khiri Khan (700km)

I felt so knackered after the first day that I thought I might stay another day in Hat Yai but when I woke up I felt reasonably OK so I set off towards Khiri Khan. It’s the 1st of May holiday so the traffic should be pretty good and in general it wasn’t so bad. I was surprised to see a lot of trucks towards the afternoon on a holiday, however, the traffic flowed well the whole day and I made good time and reached Khiri Khan around 4 in the afternoon. It was hot at 35C most of the day but I managed to keep going.

The main and state oil company in Thailand is PTT and their petrol stations are well equipped with stalls serving Thai food and 7-11 stores as well as Amazon coffee shops serving nice lattes. They are also air conditioned giving a respite from the blazing hot weather.

Amazon coffee shop serving nice coffee. There is one of these at every PTT petrol station.

Amazon coffee shop serving nice coffee. There is one of these at every PTT petrol station.

Khiri Khan is a small town on the western side of the Gulf of Thailand set beautifully close to the water.

Khiri Khan beach in evening sunlight.

Khiri Khan beach in evening sunlight.

Khiri Khan with dramatic clouds.

Khiri Khan with dramatic cloud

The nearest restaurant was German(!) so I went there and had a pork schnitzel. I talked to the German owner who moved here a few years ago after retiring. He loved it here and has a good crowd in the high season which is when northern Europeans come here to escape the cold and darkness of their home countries in winter. The low season has started and there weren’t many guests in the restaurant. However, outside there were a number of Europeans having beers and discussing football!

Local Europeans discussing football.

Local Europeans discussing football.

Khiri Khan days 3-4

Relaxing for a couple of days before going on towards Laos. The last couple of days have been sizzling with temperatures as high as 38C and high humidity. Unbearable to be outside in the mid-day sun.

Discussions at the dinner table. Probably football.

Discussions at the dinner table. Probably football.

Locals having a morning coffee.

Locals having a morning coffee.

Market area.

Market area.

The morning catch laid to dry in the hot sun.

The morning catch laid to dry in the hot sun.

Feels like 49!

Feels like 49!

Feels like 49!

May 4, 2019 Khiri Khan to Nakhon Sawan (500km)

I got up very early at 5 to set off at first light because I knew it was going to be very hot. Nakhon Sawan is 200 km north of Bangkok and rather than go through Bangkok I turned north to the west of the city. I had no real problems apart from handling the hot weather getting up to 41C as I was nearing my destination. When you’re up to speed the heat is still bad but bearable while when stopping at a traffic light you really feel like melting. Luckily there were not so many stoplights so I managed to survive.

Nakhon Sawan to Lampang (370km)

Repeat of yesterday, pretty much. Still very hot! Did a shorter distance and arrived at the guesthouse in Lampang at 11. It’s located beautifully on the edge of the river Wang with a balcony area overlooking the flowing water. Very serene.

Riverside guesthouse by river Wang

Riverside guesthouse by river Wang.

It’s run by a European woman who said she’s been here for 38 years. Her Thai husband has a garage with several bikes, the latest acquisition being a 2014 BMW GS.

After meeting Andy, who is also joining the group through China, we went for a walk and take in the night market. A whole km of various stands selling everything from food to clothes.

Busy night market.

Busy night market.

Bridge over river Wang.

Bridge over river Wang.

May 6, 2019 Lampang to Chiang Kong (319km)

Today I’m riding with Andy.  Rather than riding the main road we took minor, but good, roads and stopped after 60km to look at a Buddhist temple high on a hill. This involved going up a few hundred meters from the main road and taking a car ride up a very steep road and a further one km walk up a steep path to the temple. We met with two Russian bikers that I’d met the day before in Lampang who had also stopped to view the temple.

Very hazy conditions.

Very hazy conditions.

At the top of the Wat. Exhausted after the steep climb in 38C heat.

At the top of the Wat. Exhausted after the steep climb in 38C heat.

Preparing to fly the drone.

Preparing to fly the drone.

Built on top of the hill with towers scattered on the hill.

Built on top of a height with towers scattered on the hill.

May 7, 2019 Chiang Kong to Louang Namtha in Laos (310 km) Total distance so far: 3051 km

Northern Laos was the destination today so we had to go through exit procedures in Thailand and entry procedures in Laos. It took a couple of hours and with a lot of papers with various stamps. Laos has introduced a new rule for bikers meaning payment of around USD 50 to the tourist police. I had a letter from the Laos ambassador in Singapore saying I was allowed to ride the bike in Laos but this, I was told, had no value so I still had to pay up. Never mind, I’m sure as we get into border crossings in the Stans there will also be unexpected charges so I’d better get used to it…

Laos is very hilly so the road was twisty with a lot of ups and downs and was reasonably good for 150 km, but after that it got a lot worse with stretches of gravel, huge potholes and washboard surface. The road is trafficked by big trucks going from China to Thailand and back and the road was not built for this kind of traffic. Maybe the China belt and road program will spend the money to improve the road?

I decided to split up and go straight to the guesthouse where we’re meeting the China ride organizers for the ride into China on Friday. I felt, I needed a few days off the bike and get some rest before China. I have done 3000 km in 8 days so I don’t feel so bad about it.

When I came to open my bag I found the lid of the skin moisturizer had partly come undone and there was cream everywhere and on everything – what a mess! It took me an hour to clean it up while swearing under my breath, damn, can’t I remember to close it tightly!

After this ordeal I found a bar and sat down with a beer to calm myself. Then three young Irishmen (do women count as Irishmen?) came in and we started a conversation covering many topics including what beer people in Ireland drink and the demise of local beers with big international companies buying up the smaller local breweries. There are quite a lot of young back-packers at the guest house, they come here for trecking in the national park and also river rafting.

Louang Namtha

Spent a couple of relaxing days in this town and met up with the group going through China. It’s an interesting bunch of characters with people from the UK, Switzerland, New Zealand and possibly others with varying professions like helicopter mechanic, plumber, solicitor and management consultant.  


I put together a video for this part of my trip…



I started looking into this last year and found you are not allowed to ride through China on your own but must join a government approved travel agency organized ride. I found an agency called ridechina ( who seemed to have organized many tours in China over the years. I contacted them with my plans and they came back with a tour that would fit them. They will meet me at the border between Laos and China and get the formalities on entering China sorted out – which includes getting me a Chinese driving licence and Chinese plates on the bike!

After discussions on the home front I was given the go ahead :-), so now I need to get the bike ready and figure out what I need to bring. I found a place in Osh, Kirghistan that has the tires I need so I won’t need to bring tires with me. I’ll bring some spare parts though, such as bearings, levers and possibly fork seals.

I serviced the forks – new seals and fork oil. Although I asked a mechanic if my chain would do another 20k km, and he said no problem, I was not so sure since the chain was adjusted so far back that there was not much room for further adjustment.  I went to the same workshop and another mechanic immediately said the chain was bad and needed changing!

The route up until the exit of China into Kirghistan is set, but from there to Europe there are several options – well actually 3. 1) Go through Russia either all the way to Europe or west of the Caspian through Georgia into Turkey and further towards Europe, or 2) Go through Turkmenistan to Iran and south of the Caspian into Turkey, or 3) Cross the Caspian on a boat from Kazakhstan to Azerbaijan. The big problem with option 1) is getting a visa to go through Russia, I might get it in time for the trip but possibly not. Option 2 is problematic. Getting visas to enter both Turkmenistan and Iran is not straight forward and seems to require “fixers” inside the countries. Iran also requires a Carnet de passage (CDP) and I’m in the process of applying for one through the Automobile Association of Singapore and I will get that before leaving.  However, I’ve seen reports that you are not allowed to bring in motorcycles larger than 250cc to Iran, which if true,  makes this option not useful. Option 3) is a possibility but the boats are not  ferries, but rather cargo ships, and do not go on a regular schedule which makes this option somewhat uncertain.  However, it might be the only option if the Russian visa does not materialize.

Visa situation

The following are the potential coutries I will be passing through:

  • Laos: Need visa and temporary import permit for the motorcycle.  Got that at Singapore Laos embassy last week.
  • Kirghistan: Visa Waiver
  • Uzbekistan: Visa exemption
  • Tajikistan: Electronic visa acquired – no problem.
  • Turkmenistan: Need visa and not straight forward to obtain. However, people in the group have been in contact with an agency inside the country and it appears we can get a visa at the border with an invitation from the agency.
  • Azerbaijan: Electronic visa acquired.  Will need this if we have to take the ferry across the Caspian.
  • Iran: When you fly into the country you can get a visa when you land but not sure what the situation is when crossing a land border. I also need the CDP.
  • Kazakhstan: No visa required.
  • Russia: Require an “Auto-visa” to be able to drive your own vehicle through russia. The russian embassy/consulate has said it will take 2-4 weeks to obtain the visa so I might need to give this up – not enough time.
  • Georgia: Visa free
  • Turkey: Visa free 

The above are for me with a Swedish passport but European union countries in general have the same visa requirements.

So three weeks before departure the route after China is not clear…


Getting close!

Today is 25th April and it’s only 5 days until I set off!  I picked up my passport with the approved Russia Visa today – Yay!  This gives me  more options regarding the route after leaving China, I can go through Russia on the western side of the Caspian sea to Georgia and then Turkey, or, if I feel really fed up after China, I can go straight to Latvia and get a ferry to Sweden…  I also received the Carnet today but I think it will be of little use since Iran has banned any motorcycles larger than 250cc to enter the country and this was the only country along the route that requires the Carnet.

After picking up the pp I walked around the Marina bay area and snapped some photos, it’s really amazing what Singapore has accomplished in the last 20 years.  Most of the buildings in the pictures were built after I arrived to Singapore 20 years ago.

The Thinker by Rodin

The Thinker by Rodin

Marina Bay Sands – the 3 blocks in the back.

The Singapore flyer in the background

The Singapore flyer in the background


The Fullerton Hotel.

Singapore War Memorial

Singapore War Memorial

Singapore to London

I’m planning to ride my motorcycle from Singapore to Europe starting April/May this year, 2019. I will go through Malaysia, Thailand and Laos before joining a group ride through western China. After a month in China riding through Tibet I will enter Kirghistan. Then into Kazakhstan and further towards Europe.


This will be a long trip and there’s lot’s of stuff to prepare.  I will be going through many countries and visa requirements will vary from country to country.  There are also preparations to do for the bike.

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Singapore to Laos

The first part of the trip was easy with no visas or other paperwork needed and went from Singapore through Malaysia, Thailand and Laos.

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Laos to Lhasa, Tibet

We rode 3200 km to Lhasa through amazing and scenic landscapes gradually ascending to an elevation of around 4000m.

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Lhasa to Kashgar

The highlight of this stretch was undoubtedly Mount Everest base camp but there were many other exciting sights as well.

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Silk Road



Once out of China the real adventure starts!  Kirghistan starts off as a bit of a bad dream, but Uzbekistan through Samarkand is amazing while the route through Kazakhstan is more of a transport stretch.  

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Astrakhan, Volgograd, Moscow and onward to London

Russia turned out to be a lot nicer than it’s reputation and I particularly enjoyed Volgograd.  Of course, Moscow was amazing and I got to see the famous buildings we often see on the news.  After a ferry across the Baltic I spent some time in Sweden before going to London and the end of my adventure.

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Day 38 – July 13 – Pisco to Ayacucho – 340km

I woke up early after having not slept so well and was on my way at 0730 with today’s goal being Ayacucho up in the mountains.  I didn’t know what to expect and the first 100km or so was in a deep valley going gently higher but as I reached the end of the valley it started to go up higher – much higher.  When the temperature reached 5C with strong winds I stopped to put my hotwired jacket and thicker gloves on.  As I kept climbing higher the temperature got colder and colder and finally reached 2C – boy, was I glad I had that jacket as well as the heated grips and when finally reaching the top of the pass it was at 4764m! That’s almost as high as Mont Blanc… It was snowing a bit and the surroundings were white.  Brrr…

Top of the pass at 4746m

Looks cold and inhospitable, no?

Llamas – first of these I’ve seen

Oh yes – snow! Luckily not on the road.

Ayacucho. Local ladies enjoying an afternoon break looking at the kids practicing local moves.

Kids practicing local traditional dancing?

I made it down to lower levels and higher temperatures and found the hostel in Ayacucho without too much problem.  I should be able to make Cusco in a couple of days from here and take a few days there to go to Machu Picho… 

After dinner I walked around town for a while and I found the town to be quite prosperous with a large pedestrian precinct and a really big square.

Beautifully lit main square.

Pedestrian area at 2130. Still lots of people about.

Day 39 – July 14 – Ayacucho to Andahuyalas – 220km

I slept really badly – it felt like I never got to sleep.  I thought I was used to the high altitude but maybe spending four nights at sea level undid all those nights I did spend close to 2500m? 

Stopped for a delicious lunch by the road side.

The goal for today was Abancay but at 1400  that was a further  three hours away so I decided to stop in this town, Andahuyalas . It’s not a very nice looking town built on the side of a valley with steeply sloping streets and everything is pretty dusty.  When you’ve seen a few towns in Peru you realize they don’t care much what the houses look like from the outside, it’s usually a structure of concrete beams filled in with bricks, and it’s left like that.  No attempt to beautify…

The roads today came up to more than 4000m on two stretches and then down to the valleys at around 2000m so a lot of switchbacks and lovely roads for riding a motorcycle.  For the first 80kms led me on a very small road with a fair amount of traffic so very slow going.  I checked on my mobile phone and that must be a different version because that showed I should have gone on the proper bigger road, PE-3S. has led me astray few times on this trip so I think I will switch to the ‘HERE’ navigation app.

Day 40 – July 15 – Andahuyalas to Ollantaytambo – 360km

I haven’t dropped a bike for some time but today it happened! Yesterday when I put the bike in secured parking I had to go down some steps with some gravel at the last step and I knew it was going to be difficult to get up the steps today. So when riding  up the steps the rear wheel started spinning and the bike stopped and I couldn’t hold it up so down it went. Luckily the protective bars hit the ground and the only damage was the front wheel  brake lever which broke where it’s designed to break, right at the tip. So no real problem, only to my pride:-(

After that I got going but, again, took some time to get out of the town. The towns in Peru have no signs telling you how to find the route so I rely completely on the GPS which again screwed me up… There was Sunday market so I could not go where the GPS told me to go and after that it led me on some small steep gravel roads so after a while I switched back to Google maps which safely led me out of town.

Today was a long stretch with 3 or 4 mountain passes with amazing views and so many switchbacks I almost got dizzy. The last stretch led me down a small dirt road that was being constructed which was a real challenge to navigate.

The road climbed 2000m above Abencay and you could see all the way down. Beautiful!

Amazing snow covered mountains mixing with the clouds.

In Ollantaytambo the street leading into the town is surfaced with really large cobblestones which are very difficult to navigate at slow speed with a heavy bike. So when I had to stop for oncoming traffic and started to get going the front wheel caught behind a big cobblestone and the bike stalled and I dropped it again! To the other side this time – Oh no! There were lots of buses and I guess the passengers got a good look at this bike lying on the side in the road. However, several people came to my help and I managed to get going again. As long as you keep the speed up the cobblestone road is not much of a problem and I made it safely to the hotel. Luckily there was no damage to either the bike or me – apart from my pride… So I dropped the bike twice in the same day, oh well – get over it, these things happen on a trip like this, no?

Ollantaytambo is on the train line from Cusco to Agua Scalientes where you take a bus to Machu Picho, there are ways of riding your bike for four and hiking for a couple of hours to avoid paying the steep price for the train ride but I decided to pay for the train and get off the bike for a few days.

Day 41 – Ollantaytambo

Walked around town, had a coffee on the square and bought the train tickets for tomorrow’s trip to Machu Picho. While having coffee I started talking to a Swiss couple who had rented a bike in Cusco and was on their way to “hydro electrica” where they leave the bike and hike the 11km to Agua Scaliente. There are also some Inca artifacts here in Ollantaytambo but to see them involves a lot of climbing and today I don’t feeel like doing much of that. Tomorrow will also involve climbing at Macho Pichu so I’m saving my energy until then.

Swiss couple on rented bike on their way to Agua Scalientes.

Harp playing lady outside the entrance to the archaeological site.

Incas made this – amazing.

High up on the mountainside.


Day 42 – Macho Picho

I wanted to see Machu Pico for some time and today it was going to happen.  You can’t drive to Machu Picho but must take the train that goes between Cusco and Machu Picho which passes through Ollantaytambo.  Since I had no idea when I would be in  Ollantaytambo I could not plan and buy the tickets beforehand so there were not many trains to choose from which meant I did not have as much time as I wanted in MP.  Once I got to MP I had to buy the entrance tickets as well as the bus ticket to go from the train station to the entrance and lastly queue for the bus.  There are two sessions to see MP, one in the morning and one in the afternoon starting at 1200 and I was in the afternoon session. So after more queuing I finally got in and I figured I’d walk to the Sun Gate at the top before seeing the village to avoid the masses of people. This was a nice hike ascending 3-400 m.

.On the way back down I started chatting with this German girl who was running downhill and caught up with me.  She had had really bad luck with getting her cash and credit cards stolen and when using her cash card the machine had swallowed it! How unlucky is that?

Day 43 – Ollantaytambo to Puno – 450 km

I decided to cut the stay at Ollantaytambo to three days.  Hotels in Peru typically do not have heating and the hotel I was staying at got so cold at night that I couldn’t sleep well and that’s the reason I left a day early.  I got going around 0830 and chose a route that avoided Cusco.  Around noon the road was on a high altitude plateau and 200kms or so were straight roads were I could easily eat the kms up and arrived at Puno around 1600.  It’s very high up, 3800m, but at least there is a heater in my room…

Before Puno you hit a town called Juliaca and here the road was completely blocked with no signs warning of the closure or  saying where the alternative route was – bizarre!  I had to go back and hit the town and hope the GPS would lead me out of the labyrinth of streets.  It took some time to find the road leading out of the town but in the end I did.

Day 44 – July 19 – Puno

On the way to the Uru islands.

Stayed the day in Puno and took a trip to see the Uru people living on floating islands in Lake Titicaca half an hour with boat from Puno.  The Uru use bundles of dried totora reeds to make reed boats (balsas), and to make the islands themselves.  It’s beyond me why people would choose to live on a small island maybe 30m square…  What would you do all day?  Fixing the island making sure it’s in good shape?  There is a primary school on a central island and kids would get brought there by boat, where the kids would be taught in the local language. Higher levels of school is only taught on land and the language would then be Spanish.   I really enjoyed visiting the Uru people on their islands and with small kids there it is seems their future is secured.

Colourfully dressed ladies welcome us to their island.

Cute family.

18 month old cute girl. How do they make sure the kids do not walk off the edge of the small island? There’s no fence…

There are a few alpacas living behind the hotel. Their fleece is a lustrous and silky natural fiber and similar to sheep’s wool, but, it is warmer, not prickly, and bears no lanolin, which makes it hypoallergenic.  So it should be good for me because I can’t wear wool because it itches.  In the morning and afternoon there are ladies by the hotel entrance selling garments made of alpaca at very low prices.  I should buy a sweater but there is such limited space on a motorcycle that I don’t know if I can fir it anywhere.

Alpacas are funny looking animals and are related to but smaller than Llamas.

Alpaca garments for sale.

It’s difficult for me to sleep at an elevation of 3800m, but the next week, or so, will be at this elevation so maybe I’ll get used to it, at least I hope so.  And today I’ve been feeling so tired, almost like I was sick.  Chewing coco leaves is supposed to help and there’s a basket full of them in the reception area, so I go there on occasion to grab a few.

Day 45 – July 20 – Puno to La Paz – 300km

I started early , right after 0700, going towards Yunguyo, the smaller of the two crossings into Bolivia.  I was recommended this even if the distance to La Paz would be a bit longer.  The 150 kms to reach the crossing was uneventful but cold – around 7C with pretty good roads.  The main crossing into Bolivia is at the southern end of Lake Titicaca and I was told to avoid this because of the number of people using it.  Not sure about that, but the crossing at Yunguyo was very painless and took less than one hour with very friendly and helpful people on both the immigration and customs side of both countries. The further trip to La Paz involved a ferry  crossing with a very basic ferry with an outboard motor.

Basic ferry with the captain driving it with an outboard engine.

As I got closer to La Paz, it got colder with snow in the air and then it started to rain pretty heavily.  Stupidly, I didn’t put my rain pants on in the belief I would soon be at the hotel.  Of course, I got lost and lost my bearings and, honestly, I started to get worried if I would ever find the hotel.  The GPS told me to go down a steep dirt road and, eventually, I worked up the courage to do so, the road was wet but I managed to get down into the valley and onto a paved road. After another 45 mins in the pouring rain I did find the hotel! Phew, that was a relief!

Day 46 – July 21 – Mallasa

The hotel called Oberland is a popular place for adventure drivers and riders but now in the middle of winter there are not many here.  Today is a miserable day with clouds covering the surrounding mountains and I’m staying at the hotel to keep dry and relax…  I was thinking of going into central La Paz to take a tour on the cable car system, which seems like a unique way of transporting people in the city and across to the neighboring city of El Alto.  However, with the inclement weather I chose to stay in the hotel.  

I talked to the guy who rents Motorcycles and quads.  He said the road further south-east might be snow covered and recommended me to stay until there is a sunny day which should clear the roads.  I guess I might be here for a few days…



Route from Pisco to La Paz

Day 47 – July 22 – La Paz

I took a bus from the hotel to La Paz for a guided tour of the system of connected cable cars.  La Paz is built in very mountainous terrain so the city decided to build the cable car system to ferry people around.  At the moment there are seven lines with an additional 4 planned.

The high altitude is really affecting me badly.  I have not had a good night sleep for days and I’m feeling kind of shitty most of the time so after gong into town tomorrow to get insurance I will start going towards Argentina.


Illimani mountain looks down on La Paz

Llama fetuses.  Bizarre custom of putting them in the foundations of new buildings for good luck..

La Paz is the hilliest capitol of any country in the world, as well as the one with the tallest elevation. I’m 10km outside of town at 3200m while El Alto is at 4000m.

Bogota to La Paz

Day 48 – July 23 – La Paz to Oruro – 210kms

Went to central La Paz to get insurance for the Mercosur countries which include Bolivia and Argentina and came back to the hotel 1130, packed and got on the bike for Orura.  The straight road meant I got to Orura around 1500.  The first part involved tackling a steep switch back dirt road that I was worried about but I managed without problems, I did have to stop to let a meeting heavily loaded truck go past but managed to start without stalling. The trick is to keep the revs up, slip the clutch and use the rear brake to control the speed. I can see why a big displacement twin with lots of lowdown torque would be good in such situations – you’re much less likely to stall the engine.  Once I cleared the dirt road I got on to Bolivia 1 and after what seemed like a long stretch I finally cleared the areas with markets on both sides of the road, vehicles parked along the entire near side lane and people crossing the road.  My fuel was getting low so I stopped at a petrol station to fill up but they were out of gas.  This happened for an additional 4 gas-stations and finally when I only had a single bar on the meter I found one that could fill the bike up.  I discovered that tourists pay at least twice as much as locals for gas.

The guy filling the gas needed to see an id before filling up the tank. If the id is foreign you pay the foreign price which is around 8 bol while locals pay 3.7 bols.

Day 49 – Oruro to Uyuni – 310kms 

I didn’t enjoy Oruro much.  It was cold, not much above freezing, and I couldn’t find a restaurant for a long time, in the end I found one on the ninth floor of a hotel and I was the only customer:-(  I ordered some pasta dish and it wasn’t too bad, but the wine must have been in an open bottle for months so I drank bottled water – not a very pleasant meal…  My hotel, “Houston” (!) was pretty miserable,my room had no windows and it was cold.    So I was glad to get out of the town!  The road carried on on the alto-plano and was mostly in very good condition.

I had to share the road with llamas.

Snow covered mountains in the background. Beautiful!

Wonderful and strange looking stone shapes along Bolivia road F30.

Arrived in Uyuni about lunch time, this town has a lot of hotels, I guess, for people going to see the salt planes.

What happens to the air pressure in your tires as you go to higher elevations?  I checked my tire pressures at sea level and made sure it was the usual 42/36 psi.  After riding  1500kms, I checked the pressure again when I arrived Puno and it had now gone up to 45/40 psi – what’s going on?  Remember that Puno is at 3800m elevation and 10C colder than when I filled the tires at sea level.  First I thought there must be something wrong with the tire gauge and that it only works correctly at sea level.  We all know that colder ambient temperature will lower the tire pressure but what does higher elevation do?  I couldn’t figure it out so I had to google…  It turns out that tire gauges give you the differential pressure between the tire and the ambient pressure and since the ambient pressure is lower as you go higher the difference becomes larger since the internal tire pressure does not change.  This means you should not adjust the tire pressure and you should really bring something tabulating what the tire pressure should be as a function of elevation.  Interesting.

Day 50 – Uyuni to Tilcara- 480kms 

This was going to be a long day including the border crossing to Argentina.  After breakfast I loaded my steed up and managed to get out of the severely bumpy parking without incidence and got going on Bolivia 21 which, as I would see was of wildly varying quality.  It’s a newly constructed road and most of the way it’s beautiful asphalt but in some places where the construction is still going on it is very rutted gravel.  However, in the last 20km before Tupiza it’s the original gravel road and it’s just awful with in some places deep dust and in other places steep ascents and descents.  Apparently this was the condition of the entire road up until a few months ago.  After Tupiza the road to the boarder was nice and twisty.  The boarder crossing was fairly straight forward even though there’s always a bit of confusion.  I was lucky in that a young woman with her head screwed on got me the temporary import permit without a single error – unheard of!  She told me it was always cold in  the border town, hoped that Argentina would be the best country on my trip and wished me luck after inspecting my luggage.  Then I set off for Tilcara, a further 220km from the boarder.

Very interesting geology not far from crossing the Argentinian border.

After arriving at the Hostal I booked, I waited around for 10 mins knocking on the door and banging on the gate but no answer.  And since data roaming didn’t work I couldn’t reply to the owner’s email… It was getting dark and cold so I decided to look for another place to stay and found a hostel that had a space.  I then went walking to find an ATM, the Pesos only comes in 100 nomination bills (which is about 3 usd) so the wallet quickly becomes very fat.  Tilcara is kind of an arty, bohemian type place with art galleries and cozy small restaurants.  I found one and had a wiener schnitzel with a half bottle of Malbec in freezing cold temperatures, but it was one of the best meals I’ve had on this trip.


Day 51 – Tilcara to San Miguel de Tucuman – 410kms

The hostel I was staying at was a typical back-packer place with people staying up late partying.  However, with ear-plugs I was able to get some good sleep… The coffee for breakfast tasted great and then I went to fetch the bike which was parked a block away.  When driving in to park I was reluctant because it was a steep incline to the parking space and nowhere to turn the bike around which meant I would need to reverse it down the steep incline. On top of that the driveway was of slate type material so very slippy.  Reversing turned out to be challenging in that when I applied the front break the front wheel would slip and since I used both legs to keep the bike up I could not use the rear break but somehow I managed to get it on the streept without incidence.  Parking the bike and retrieving the bike has turned out to be, perhaps, the most challenging aspect of handling the bike on the trip.  I got shortish legs so that doesn’t help 😉

When starting out it was below freezing so I was afraid that any moisture on the road would have turned to ice so I was very careful before it got a bit warmer.  However, the road was good and I made good progress to S.M. Tucuman and arrived not long after lunch.

I have now booked my flight back to Houston and agreed on a drop off date for the bike next week so the trip is nearing it’s end.

Day 52 – July 27 – San Miguel de Tucuman to Cordoba – 560 kms

It was a cold morning and as I came further south the days were getting shorter and today daylight came after 0800. I was on my way by 0830 and took some time getting out of the city and once out in the country side there was a freezing fog.  My helmet visor tends to fog up easily when it’s cold which means I have to keep the visor up making it feel even colder.  Again, seemed to be leading me to a minor road and not the major RN9 connecting the two cities.  However, after a while, the road quality got better and I could keep a good speed at around 120 km/h.  It is, perhaps, the straightest road I’ve been on going for hundreds of kms without a turn.  There are always check points along any road where the luggage of the vehicle seems to be checked and I even saw buses where all passengers got off and had their suitcases checked – not sure for what but I suspect drugs.  I have been waved through all the check points though, must be my innocent looks or foreign registration that does it.  This would be the most kms I’ve done on the trip in one day but I still arrived before 1600.  The GPS led me straight to the hotel and the parking was on the ground floor so I rode straight in and parked the bike without problems.  I’m now only 750 kms from Buenos Aires.

Day 53 – Cordoba

I needed a break after 5 days and close to 2000 km on the bike and Cordoba was a nice place to spend a day.  It’s Argentina’s 2nd largest city and has a nice church so that’s where I went to have a look.  They call it the church of the Capuchins and it looks as if they only completed one of the two towers.  There’s a big pedestrian area with parks and squares which is always nice in a city.

Capuchin church



Day 54 – Cordoba to Rosario – 400 km

Today I ran out of fuel! The road from Cordoba to Rosario is 400 km and dead straight.  However, once out of Cordoba there is no service station until after 200 km – how crazy is that! Luckily I had my reserve fuel tank so no real disaster.  Otherwise the ride was kind of boring with huge fields on both sides of the road.

Day 55 – Rosario to Zarate – 210 km

The Rosario hotel was out in a village and no restaurant was open so I had to do without dinner last night.  No big deal, though, I did not feel so hungry.  The ride today continued on RN9 towards BA on another dead straight dual carriageway road and with the short distance I arrived at noon time and found the hotel quite easily.  I walked around town to find an ATM and eventually I found one that worked.  The charges for use of ATM are outrageous! The most I could get was 2500 pesos – around USD90 but the charge is 278 pesos, ie. 10%!  I’d classify that as robbery!  Anyway, after that I had a nice dinner with the best beef of the trip.


Day 56 – Zarate to Ezeiza – 110 km

One of the shortest days of the trip to the town where the B.A. airport is located.  When shipping with aircraft you’re only supposed to have minimal fuel in the tank so I had to figure out how much to fill up and I figured 2 liter would be about right.  Depending on how fast I go the fuel consumption varies a lot too so it took some figuring out.  RN9 goes into BA and then connects to the road that goes to the airport and with RN9 becoming a 6-lane road I managed not to take the right turn to go south and had to do some backtracking to get on the right track again and I eventually got to the hostal.

I was given strict instructions not have any personal effects on the bike for the shipment and I could not ship any camping equipment which meant I had to do a lot of re-packing and I had to wash the reserve tank out well to remove any gasoline smell.

Bogota to BA on Google maps

Day 57 – Shipping of the bike

I rode the 9 km to the cargo handling area of the airport where Dakar moto with Javier and Sandra met me and another biker, Manuel.  They ship on average two bikes per week so they know what they’re doing and within two hours the export-clearance, “crating” and customs-clearance were completed (compare that to my shipment from Houston!)  The crating with clingfilm and flimsy straps to hold the bike in place on the pallet looks a bit dodgy but it seems to work…  The bike will go on the direct United Houston flight tomorrow so will arrive Houston before me.  The cost is quite a bit cheaper than shipping Houston to Bogota even thought the distance is twice as far.  I guess the US is not really set up for exports:-)

BTW.  the first thing they did was to weigh the bike and mine came in at 280 kg!  And that’s with a near empty tank.  I assume that’s pretty accurate but it’s more than I thought.

Day 58 – Buenos Aires

I had a really nice dinner last night in a Spanish restaurant close to the hotel.  Wild salmon and some nice Malbec.  I slept really well and rested a lot in my room today, I think I deserve to be lazy for a while…  Went for a few walks in the city and wow! It’s beautiful!  Wide avenues but also large pedestrian areas and big parks with lots of cafes and restaurants.

Beautiful wide avenues with lots of greenery.

Lots of motorcycles! Sign of a great city:-)

Nice looking buildings.

Malvinas war memorial.


Aug 6 – Houston 

I arrived back to Houston yesterday but since it was Sunday I could not pick up the bike which actually arrived on Aug 3.  So with the help of Uber and a very talkative driver I got to the United Cargo building where the queue was short and I was soon being served and told I needed to pay $60 terminal charge.  I asked the lady if I shouldn’t go to customs first to get the bike released and she agreed that I, indeed, needed to do that.  After getting the required paperwork I got another Uber to drive me to the customs building which is 6 miles away and we did arrive after first getting lost – the Uber map was incorrect.  The customs officer looked at the documents and was back with the approval within a minute, I was very impressed!  Now back to United cargo but the Uber app did not let me set the pickup point anywhere apart from the airport terminals so I had to install Lyft and finally a car came to pick me up.

Back at United Cargo I soon had the bike delivered to a place where I could unpack it, mount the screen and make it ready to ride on which took me more than an hour and a bucket of sweat.  Riding off the pallet, which is about 7 inches above the floor involved also getting across the metal frame  on which the pallet was laid, and I got four people to help in case I screwed it up but I had no problems.  Just as I finished it started raining so I waited for a while for it to abate and set off for home. 

I read another blog where the blogger described the picking up of the bike from United cargo and he had a really bad experience whereas mine could not have been any better!  The whole process only took me 3 hours – great!


It dawned on me that I’ve completed my trip!  I’m feeling really good about it, but perhaps, hmm –  a couple of  nice glasses of Malbec helped?  So more than 8000 km and some of those pretty slow and arduous kms, especially, in the Andes.  It’s been an amazing time and it’s given me a lot of memories.   I didn’t really choose to go in the southern hemisphere winter – it was the only time I could go.  So is it a good time of the year for such a trip ?  Well, if you can stand cold temperatures for most of the trip it’s no problem.  I’m not sure if I was particularly lucky – but I’ve had very little rain and I hate rain when I’m riding a motorcycle – it’s way worse than cold, or at least cold when it’s above freezing.  So yes, maybe it’s a good time to go, but do bring cold weather gear, I loved my heated pants and jacket and used them more than I thought I would – and heated grips is definitively a must.

What about other drivers on the road?  Peru and Bolivia, be prepared for pretty aggressive driving, particularly the mini buses, after they stop to let passengers on or off,  it seems they will pull out on the road without even looking if there’s anyone coming, they expect other drivers to slow down… The same when overtaking, they will flash their lights expecting oncoming traffic to give them space.  Ecuador and Colombia – they are not as aggressive as drivers in Peru or Bolivia.  The best drivers are without a doubt the ones in Argentina, on several occasions I noted their courteousness; In Cordoba I came out of the hotel carpark and the GPS hadn’t figured out where I was going to turn and I was in the rightmost lane at a traffic light when the GPS told me to turn left so I turned the indicators on and as the light turned green the cars in the two left two lanes waited patiently for me to turn left – no horns or anything else indicating they were impatient for me to go.  And in San Miguel de Tucumen a driver moved his car over so I could go past him while waiting at a red light.  I’m really impressed with the Argentinian drivers,they must have very good driver’s education or it’s part of their general behavior?

I would definitively recommend a bike with tires suitable for dirt roads.  Wide low profile tires, such as fitted to touring or sport bikes would not be good.  There are so many stretches of bad road and so many speed bumps with incredibly aggressive profiles as well as the roads in towns in Peru and Bolivia being incredibly bad with deep rain gutters running across the road as well as deep ruts  making low profile tires a bad choice.

My Triumph Tiger 800 worked flawlessly throughout the trip.  I had absolutely no problems and the only work I did was to adjust the chain once.  I had mounted a Scott-oiler so the chain was well lubricated throughout the trip.  I mounted Shinko 705 tires and they lasted throughout the trip and gave good grip on asphalt as well as dirt roads.  If I had gone much further the rear tire would have needed to be changed but the front tire have lots of life left.

Perhaps a lot of riders are keen to go on a similar trip but always find reasons not to?  And I’m certainly one of those, but I felt that if I didn’t do it now – I would never do it…  I’m definitively not saying that my trip was something incredibly special, there are so many others that are doing much more arduous and longer trips, and, in fact, I’ve met several  on this trip, however, it’s still quite an undertaking and requires some support from your family and loved ones.  I was very lucky in that my missus supported me from the beginning and along the way, thank you my darling!


Some beautiful music by one of my favorite artists…





I’m doing a motorcycle trip from Bogota to Buenos Aires spending a couple of months travelling through Colombia, Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia and Argentina.  Exciting!


The post was getting really big so I started a new post covering the trip from Pisco onwards.

Pisco to Buenos Aires

Day 1 June 5, 2018

I arrived in Bogota last night with a direct flight from Houston.  I had organized someone to pick me up and drive me to the hotel and this worked well so I was in bed a couple of hours after I landed.  Bogota is at an altitude of 2640m so the air is “thinner” and one of the consequences is that it is difficult to sleep, and I didn’t sleep well.  I had plans to tour Bogota today but I have no energy so I’ve been relaxing all day.  I read it takes 4 days for the body to adjust to the altitude so I don’t feel too bad about relaxing all day.

Day 2

Today the bike was supposed to arrive but no bike:-(  I’m not that surprised since the shipping company I’m using don’t seem to have their act together.  I had a bit more energy than yesterday so decided to do some sightseeing.  The center of town is 10kms from the hotel so I got an Uber to get there.  Traffic is really quite bad but I was warned about that so no surprise.  I can’t say that Bogota is a beautiful city even though the government buildings and the area they’re in isn’t so bad.  It’s nice they’ve decided to make that area a pedestrian zone with lots of coffee houses and restaurents.  I went to the museo de oro and when I was about to buy the ticket I was asked for my age and after replying I was told it was free!  So there are some benefits to being a pensioner!

The Bolivar square in Bogota. Lot’s of people and doves.

More doves and people.

Bolivar plaza demonstration

Some demonstration. On the way from the hotel there were people marching along the main road. Not sure what they’re demonstrating about or against?

Simon Bolivar statue, Bogota

Statue of Simon Bolivar.

Day 3

I was hoping the bike would arrive today – but no.  I hope for tomorrow, otherwise I will need to spend the weekend here in Bogota and Monday is a holiday so it would delay my departure from here by close to a week from my original plan.  But there is no reason to get upset about it, I think I will need to be ready for things like this.  These things are sent to try us, as my mother used to say.

Today I went to Monserrate, a hill on the eastern edge of Bogota that rises close to 600m above the city.  I took the funicular up and although I could have walked I didn’t fancy doing that before I’m more used to the high altitude.  There is a church on the top as well as restaurants, souvenir shops and other touristy stuff. Walking up to the peak from the funicular station at 3200m was really hard work and I was puffed by the time I got up.  The views of the city were nice once the clouds cleared.

Funicular to Monserrate, Bogota

Funicular to Monserrate. Reminds me of the one in Are, Sweden, where I used to take one of these several times a day when I was actively skiing.

Monserrate, Christ

In the clouds! Looks like a small version of “Christ the redeemer” in Rio.

Bogota from Monserrate

Bogota is a large sprawling city – population 8 million, slightly less than all of Sweden.

Monserrate restaurant.

Cool restaurant at the top of Monserrate.

Go to the top

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Day 4

As I suspected the bike did not arrive today.  The company I’m using for the shipping must be categorized as incompetent:-(

I did something really stupid this morning when I was inserting my lens, instead of saline solution I put the cleansing solution Peroxide on the lens instead.  Ouch! The burning sensation was incredible and I’ve been suffering all day with severe pain in the eye.  I went out to find an eye bath and saline solution and in the four pharmacies I tried they had none.  I guess people are not wearing contact-lenses much in Colombia?  I finally talked to the hotel owner and with the help of online translation I could describe what was wrong and she immediately offered to take me to an ophthalmic doctor.  Once there and after calling another lady to do the translation over the phone I bought the required drops and eye bath.  Then she mothered me and told me exactly what to do and even administered the first application of the eye drops.  Wow!  I’m amazed at the friendliness and helpfulness of this lady! Perhaps this is a general trait of people here?

Day 5

After enduring the pain in my eye all day yesterday I was totally exhausted and went to bed at 2000 and slept for 10 hours!  The eye is a lot better today, at least there is no pain but it’s not good enough to put my lens in which means I only see with one eye.  I took a long walk to the shopping mall to withdraw some money and taste empanadas for the first time – really yummy.  The mall is nice and clean and would not have been out of place in the states or Europe… 

Food court at Hayuelos mall, Modelia, Bogota

Mall eating area. Very nice and clean and choice of foods.


On the way i walked past some kids being coached to learn to skate on inlines and there are plenty of open spaces and play-grounds for kids to roam.  Skating is close to my heart having learnt at a very early age on the ice of lake Storsjon in my hometown Ostersund.  I’m going to make sure that our toddler will learn early too.

Kids learning to skate on inlines, Modelia, Bogota

Nice to see kids learning to skate on inlines wearing protective gear.

Day 6 -7

Looking back at the past couple of days I can’t say I’ve done much. I’ve walked around the area where I’m staying where there are lots of restaurants and cafes in walking distance.  There are also a lot of barbers and I was brave enough to have a hair cut yesterday, I wasn’t sure whether the barber would leave 1 cm or cut 1 cm but it worked out fine and she was very quick finishing the cut.  I had some stitches in my neck that I needed to have removed and it was very difficult for me to see them even in a mirror so I asked the lady at the hotel if she could help and she agreed and removed the stitches without any problems.  Amazing!  The climate in Bogota is almost perfect, around 20 C in the daytime and 10-15 C at night.  So no need for A/C or heating.

So I am ready to start my trip and keeping my fingers crossed the bike arrives tomorrow.

Beautiful sky at dusk, Modelia, Bogota.

Beautiful sky at dusk.

Flower arrangement Modelia, Bogota

Nice flower arrangement

Fruit at grocery store in Modelia

Fruit at the grocery store looks colorful and delicious

Day 9 – June 14

On Monday, the sacred heart holiday, I was bored so I decided to go to Monserrate again.  There were a lot more people than last time and I had to queue for some time before getting up.  After lunch I walked around a bit and it started to rain quite heavily and since all my gear is on the bike I had no rain coat so I got a bit wet and cold.  Yesterday, I could feel the beginning of a cold and today I feel pretty lousy.  Not good, I’m just hoping for a speedy recovery but I know it will take some time before I’m well.  So it’s just as well the motorcycle hasn’t arrived, I don’t think I’m well enough to ride today anyway.  Oh yes, the motorcycle, it’s looking like Friday now. 

Today a gentleman my age checked into the hotel.  Turns out he is from Switzerland and he is on his way home after having completed the route I’m planning to do but going the other way starting in BA and ending up in Bogota.  He used three months on the trip so maybe I’ll be a bit rushed planning to do it in 8 weeks.  I was planning to go to coffee growing region in Colombia for a few days but because of the late arrival of the motorcycle I’m thinking of skipping that.

Day 11

The cold I got turned nasty and I spent the last few days in bed.  The hotel owner was really concerned and she asked me questions about my symptoms, called a pharmacy and discussed what I needed to get better.  After half an hour the pharmacy delivered a cough mixture to the hotel.  It pretty much immediately stopped my cough and runny nose, however, it made me groggy and I couldn’t sleep so the next day I slept all day.  But now I feel much better.

The arrival of the motorcycle became of secondary importance during the last  few days but, of course, it has not arrived.  The latest prediction is now Monday.  It’s frustrating because the shipping company is not keeping me informed of why it’s not arriving.  US customs has approved the documents so there should be nothing holding the shipment up now.

The hotel is located in a residential area and it’s basically a converted home with 6 bedrooms.  Security is tight in that the gate to the street is always locked and I must ask for it to be opened when I venture outside.  There are no parked cars in the streets, they are parked behind the security gates of every house so security is definitively a priority even in this, seemingly, affluent area.  

Yesterday, school kids were marching past the hotel so I took some pics from my window.

Schoolkids marching in the hotel street.

Schoolkids marching in the hotel street.

At lunch time an Austrian gentleman on a BMW GSA arrived at the hotel.  He is a true adventure biker and is spending 7 years going around the world.  He does 3 months travel and then returns to Vienna for three months.  He’s put 100,000 kms on the bike in the last 3 years spending most of that time in South America.  He reckons Bolivia and the northern part of Argentina are the most worthy places to visit.

Day 15 – June 19

Not much has happened in the last 4 days so I did not update the blog.  Needless to say, the motorcycle did not arrive:-(  It’s still stuck in Miami.  This is getting more and more difficult to accept and sometimes I have ideas of aborting the trip because I’m now down to seven weeks for the trip.  And still Aries, the company dealing with shipment can’t get their act together.  Yesterday afternoon they told me everything was cleared and the bike would be arriving last night.  Of course, this morning when Veronica, the lady helping me in Bogota, tried to figure out if the bike had arrived the result was negative.

In the meantime I’m chatting with my new friend Toni, the Austrian biker, reading books and watching the world cup on TV.  Unfortunately, they only show matches where Central and South American teams are involved so the match between Sweden and South Korea was not shown.  Sweden won 1-0 without the support of me watching so I’m happy anyway!

Day 18 – June 22

I finally have some good news!  The motorcycle arrived last night and today I was picked up at 0900 and taken to the airport where two guys from Cargorider helped me clear the bike.  There was a lot of paperwork and back and forth but by 1400 I had the bike in my hands!  4.5 hours – pretty good compared to 13 days in Miami.  So today I rode the bike for the first time on Colombian roads.

Motorcycle crate

The crate-box of the motorcycle looked huge.

Sides are coming off to reveal the Tiger.

Day 19

Today’s the first day on the road, it feels nice to finally get going.   It took me close to two hours to get out of Bogota, the traffic there is murderous, I also took a couple of wrong turns so it turned out to be a long day.  Colombia 40 is very twisty, first coming down from Bogota at 2600 m and a temperature of 10 C down to 300m and 35 C, then up to 3300m before coming down to 1000 m where I am now.  And this road is the main road from Bogota to Cali and further south so the traffic and number of trucks in both directions was incredible.

Getting out of Bogota took it’s sweet time.

Beautiful scenery.

At the first town after crossing this part of the Andes I stopped for a rest and liquid intake being pretty exhausted.  There were a whole bunch of guys hanging around and one of them spoke really good English and we started talking and he suggested a hotel I could stay at. So this guy, Diego, got his friend on a moped to drive ahead of me and lead me to the hotel.  I was a bit worried they were leading me to a remote area where they would rob me, but I needn’t have worried, the hotel is OK and I was too tired to find another hotel anyway.  

My local fixer, Diego, is checking for available rooms.

Dinner was served cafeteria style but it was actually very good – or I was ravenous and didn’t care about the taste.  It seems there was a meeting of the Panama hats distributor because half the people were wearing hats and the next morning they were selling hats from the back of a car.

Colourfull Panama hat.

Another Panama hat?

Outside of the Cafeteria building. Kids were playing soccer and basketball.!

Day 19 – June 24 – Popayan

I got up around 0600 and since there were lots of noise around it seems like most people got up early.  I had a few tiny cups of very sweet coffee and looked up how far I would go.  I decided to go to a town called Popayan around 300 kms further south.  I also booked a hotel room there and got the GPS set up – wow, I felt really organized.  It was raining in the morning and I found the “painted” parts of the road dangerously slippery.  After passing one of the frequent painted speed bumps, opening up the throttle a tiny bit the rear wheel stepped out, I should have set the traction control to “rain” to prevent that happening.

I arrived Popayan around 1300 and found the hotel easily.  It’s right by the main square of town and it’s very beautiful.  I got my room and could hear the people across the street screaming excitedly, at first I couldn’t figure it out but then I saw Colombia was playing Poland in the worldcup and they went hysteric when Colombia scored.  C!olombia won 3-0 so there was a lot of screaming!

Crusifixion display in the stairway of the hotel

Slumming it!

The buildings of the square and the surrounding streets where painted white, very beautiful.

A lot of doves flying by the cupola..

Doves and dogs.

Balloons for sale.

Daddy and daughter having a good time.

Young ladies enjoying themselves.

Day 20

I started around 0730 and was planning to reach the Ecuadorian border by afternoon.  At first it was wet and I’m still not that comfortable riding in the wet so I  was riding pretty slowly – better safe than sorry.  I stopped around 0900 for a coffee and when setting off again the sun had come out and the road was drying up quickly.  For several hours the weather was beautiful and so was the road with many fast sweepers and nice road conditions. I got to Pasto around 1300 and had lunch,  After that it it was raining on and off all the way.


It was a long day and I was wet and exhausted by the time I got to the hotel.  Somehow, I managed to get into Ecuador without going through passport control.  It was a weird system and I was waved through, not sure how it happened.  Somehow I need to get back to Colombia and go through the proper procedure, hopefully, they will not put me in jail for not entering the country the proper way…

Day 21 – June 26 – In to Ecuador

I was worried about getting through the border, first back to Colombia and then through the proper border procedures… It turns out you can enter Ecuador and back to Colombia without showing your passport as much as you want – there is no check.  There are a lot of Venezuelans escaping their country going through Colombia to countries further south and the border controls are not dimensioned to handle this flood of people so it takes time. First through passport control to dimensionedexit Colombia, then customs to export the bike, then passport control into Ecuador and lastly import the bike to Ecuador… What a palaver!  Some Argentinian bikers I met at the hotel managed to do it an hour quicker than me although we left the hotel at the same time.

Passport control.

Waiting for the bike to be cleared out of Colombia. Lots of bikers put stickers on the window so you can’t see the person dealing with you. It’s at 3000m elevation so pretty cold.


So after three hours clearing the border I set off for Quito, the capital of Ecuador.  The roads in Ecuador are better than Colombia and the road from the border to Quito is really good with long stretches of dual carriageway in the mountainous parts  so that slow trucks do not hinder the traffic flow.  My phone LTE worked fine along the route as well so it seems Ecuador is keen to improve their infrastructure.  So I was surprised to see that the average income in Ecuador is close to half of that in Colombia.

I’m staying in a quirky but nice place run by two Germans recommended by Anton called Zentrum hostel.

Breakfast is served in the garden. North Carolina anthropology students having been to the Amazonas part of Ecuador to observe staying at the hostel.

Progress so far.

Day 24 – June 27 –  Quito

I just learned that Sweden beat Mexico by 3-0 and Germany finished last in the group after loosing 0-2 to South Korea.  I can’t be too gloating since I’m staying at a German hostel…

I now booked flights and hotels to and at  Galapagos so I’m leaving early tomorrow for the airport.  I’m leaving the bike here at the hostel, it will be nice to be off the bike for a few days.  My body  is pretty sore so a few days rest should  do me well. 

I got some washing of clothes done and some other stuff and walked around Quito.  It’s a pretty grimy kind of city but nice tall hills surrounding it.  It’s the 2nd hdimensionedighest capital city in the world after La Paz so at night it got pretty cold and lots of exhaust fumes along the streets.  Definitively not good for my asthma that’s not been good since the cold I caught in Bogota.

June 28 – Galapagos

After an early wakeup at 0430 the taxi picked me up at 0500 – oh so early! On the way to the airport the car got a puncture, however, the driver was quick to change to the spare tire and we were on our way again. It’s strange but on the way from home to the airport in Houston the Uber got a puncture as well, what’s the chance of that happening twice on the same trip?
I landed at San Cristobal, one of the islands of Galapagos, around noon, found the hostel and walked around the island. Lot’s of tame seals around as well as a few pelicans and an iguana. Of course a display with Darwin and the HMS Beagle.


Where’s my beer?




My asthma is clearly better at sea level and temperatures around 25C and I allowed myself the first beer on the trip, a local beer brewed at Galapagos. Otherwise alcohol in any form seems to make my cough worse 🙁











June 29 – Galapagos

This morning at breakfast I had a chat with the girl serving. Turns out she’s Australian and she used to work in Stavanger running a nightclub while after traveling around South America she met her to be husband who’s from Galapagos. So we had a chat about Stavanger where I worked long time ago and the horizontal rain and dark winters… It’s a small world.

After breakfast I went on the “highland tour” which takes in an extinguished volcano with a lake in the crater, unfortunately, it was in the clouds so couldn’t see much at all. We then went to a giant turtle sanctuary where they breed them from egg to huge turtle. There once was 100,000 turtles on the island but now there are very few left in the wild. The turtles on each of the Galapagos islands are unique and to prevent them from dying out they need to breed them. These guys are really huge! Must weigh several hundred kgs.

These guys are huge.


Lastly I was taken to a beach and nothing really special about it apart from the ever present sea lions.

Lovely flower on the way to the beach

Ever present seals. They are very tame and are not scared by humans. Their bleating noise is heard all over the place.

Very tame pelican.

Day 27 June 30 – Galapagos

I had to get up early to go on the boat from San Cristobal to Santa Cruz island which left at 0700. I had in my mind a big ferry boat but it turned out to be a smallish boat with room for 30 passengers. Although there was not much wind the sea was choppy and it turned out to be a very bumpy and uncomfortable two hour ride.

Speedboat to Santa Cruz – a very bumpy and uncomfortable ride

The White house.


Santa Cruz island is where most of the Galapagos population lives and it seems more like a “normal” town and not as touristy as San Christobal.

Arriving I had breakfast in a sports bar where they were showing the Argentina vs France game and with France winning I think there were a lot of unhappy people there. It was a good game with 7 goals and some spectacular goals…

I’m staying in the White House Galapagos hostel, it’s nice and clean with comfortable beds – what more could you want?


Nice meal.

Day 28 – July 1 – Santa Cruz

I woke up very early like 0500 and did some reading before getting up. After breakfast I went to see Russia beating Spain on penalties in the world cup. It’s a shame Russia won – Spain clearly plays the more attacking and watchable game but the Russian defense was impressive.

It’s a long walk to Tortuga bay where you can see Iguanas. I made it there and got several pictures of these, you have to say, ugly creatures before walking back. I felt pretty proud, all in all I walked more than 10kms…

On the beach

Day 29 – July 2 – Santa Cruz

Today I’m going back to Quito but before that I went looking for postcards and stamps. Clearly, no one is sending these anymore, I had to walk for a couple of kms before finding postcards and then I ask the sales lady for stamps and she looks like me as if I come from a different planet and – no she doesn’t have any. I ask where I can find them and she clearly doesn’t have a clue and says “try a supermarket”. On the way back I ask in at least 5 stores but no one has any… I guess I’ll have to write the cards when I’m back in Houston….

The taxi is waiting so I’d better stop here for the time being….

The airport is on a small island just north of Santa Cruz and not having looked into this I’m surprised when the Taxi lets me off and explains I need to take a boat and then a bus to get to the airport. I’m getting worried I won’t reach my flight and the minutes tick past as I first wait for the boat and then the bus with less than one hour to go before the flight departs… Of course, when I finally get to the airport they tell me the flight is delayed by 2.5 hours! Oh well, worrying for nothing… Watched intermittent the Belgium vs Japan game while waiting, exciting game with 5 goals and the deciding goal came in the last minute.

Now I’m back in the same Quito hostel where I parked my bike and everything is fine. Tomorrow I’m going towards Cuenca which is 450kms further south and I hope to make it in one day.

Day 30 – Quito to Cuenca

Today I spent 9 hours in the saddle and I’m really sore and tired now!  The scenery along the road from Quito to Cuenca is beautiful and in places breathtaking and riding up to the passes and down to the valleys is a lot of fun on a motorcycle but doing it for nine hours is really hard work…  I made it to the hotel just as it was getting dark and I felt like I was going to fall off the bike…  So it’s an early night for me – hope to post some pictures later on. 

When checking in last night to the suites/hotel I chatted to the lady proprietor, who when she saw my Swedish passport revealed she was married to a Danish man and had lived in Copenhagen for 10 or so years.  They decided to move to Cuenca, where she was from originally, when they realized they hardly got to spend time with each other or their children in Copenhagen with long working hours so now they own and run the hotel I was staying at.  You meet so many people with interesting stories on a trip like this!

Stopped for some nice pieces of bread and this lady in local attire showed up. I saw lots of women dressed up similarly while working in the fields.

Breathtaking views. It’s a shame a photo can not give it justice.

Day 31 – Cuenca and Loja

When I woke up and had the left over dinner from last night for breakfast I didn’t really feel like riding today – body still aching and no energy…  I walked around Cuenca for a while and while having coffee figured out I’d better make an effort. So I decided to go to Loja some 220 kms south of Cuenca.  Before leaving  I got some photos of Cuenca which is a nice town with an old central area with narrow streets and nice buildings.


The ride to Loja was relatively easy with long stretches riding above 3000 m elevation on fairly fast roads.  

Donkey on the road.

Dramatic landscape and sky

July 4 – Day 31 – Loja to San Ignacious in Peru

I knew today was going to be a long day even though it was only 250 km from Loja to San Ignacious so I started around 0730.  The first 150kms were easy with nice roads although there were some patches of dirt road and even crossing of streams.  However the last 60kms before the border with Peru was on a badly rutted dirt road with very slow going, probably on average no more than 20km/h.  I’ve never done much dirt riding so it was good to see I can manage pretty well and the bike held up very well with no problems and, as far as I know, no bits came off:-)

Getting through the border to Peru was easy and quick, the Ecuadorean side took 10 mins while on the Peru side it took somewhat longer since the customs guy did not seem to have done a temporary import of a vehicle before and was very slow entering stuff on the computer.  In the end the whole process took one hour which is not bad.  There were no other people entering Peru at the entry point while I was there, I don’t think many people could stand the dirt road for so many kms.

Many of these steel plate bridges. I’d hate to cross them in the wet.

Some small rutts.



Reflecting on the day once I sorted the hotel out I must say it was a great day.  Beautiful sights and challenging roads – what more do you need to make an adventurous day?

Day 31 – July 5 San Ignacios to Bague Grande

When I got the temporary import papers for the bike I signed a declaration that I would get third party insurance which is obligatory in Peru. I found the place in San Ignacios and waited until they opened at 0900 and after waiting for a while the lady handling my case told me they don’t do motorcycle insurance… So I wasted an hour and a half being told this so set off for the next town, Jaen, where I hoped I could get the insurance. So around noon I found an insurance company that would do it, mapfre, and paid my Sol 240 – around USD 75 for a single month. It’s crazy, motorcycle insurance costs close to 3 times the amount of car insurance!

Road obstructions – you never know what’s around the corner!

The 4 legged type of obstruction.









So mid afternoon I arrived this place called Bagua Grande which seems like a pretty nice small town. I found a hotel using the iOverlander app but had to park the bike in a garage round the corner. The name of the hotel? Singapoura! As I arrived Brazil was playing Belgium and I felt the mood was pretty somber but when Brazil scored there were the usual loud cheers.  In the end it was not enough and there are no South American teams left in the competition.

Nice geology.


Lubricating the chain.

In the main square there was a dance competition for various age-groups and there was some adult dance coaching going on in a different part of the square as well. Lot’s of people milling about by the square at night – nice to see.

Younger competitors.

A bit older age group..




Day 32 – July 7 – Bague Grande to nueve Tingo

Today was a glorious day with blue skies and nice temperatures. I was planning to get an early start but, of course, there’s always a but… I could not get to the bike until 0800 so didn’t get on the road until half an hour later. But the road was great and scenic going through narrow valleys steadily gaining elevation. After a few hours I stopped for a break and soon a BMW GSA stopped and we started chatting – turns out it was a German couple who were on their 2nd year in South America, they asked if I’d been to the Inka ruins just up the road, I hadn’t and they told me this was a site worth visiting and Peru had recently installed a lift to take people to the ruins which start at an elevation of 3000 m. So I went back and then up to the base station and bought a ticket to be taken to Kuelap, as it’s called. Some facts about these ruins:

The fortress of Kuelap, associated with the Chachapoyas culture, consists of massive exterior stone walls containing more than four hundred buildings near Chachapoyas city in Amazonas.

The structure, situated on a ridge overlooking the Utcubamba Valley in northern Peru, is roughly 600 meters in length and 110 meters in width. It was likely built to defend against the Huari or other hostile peoples. Radiocarbon dating samples show that the structures construction started in the 6th century AD and occupied until the Early Colonial period (1532-1570).

So I spent the entire afternoon hiking in my motorcycle gear, looking and photographing the views. I’m pretty chuffed that I managed to hike for 5kms at 3000 meters elevation and climbing an additional 200m to the ruins from the top of the lift and not feeling exhausted! In fact, I felt really good!

I didn’t get back until after 1630 and rather than go an hour to the nearest town I found a hotel close to the lift which is very nice.

Day 33 – Nueve Tingi to Celedin

The route for the day is the continuation of Peru N8B, a narrow, windy and pretty rutted mountainous road.  No guardrails and drops of 100s of meters but, oh, the views are out of this world.  Nothing I’ve experienced comes near!  Anton recommended this section, Leimebamba to Cajamarka and I’m glad I took him up on it.  

View from my balcony before setting off

At the top of the pass at 3600 m elevation



Amazing views.

Dodgy fuel?

There were some scary moments meeting cars coming at some speed against you and me having to back up and get closer to the edge to let the car by, but in the end everything was fine.  I didn’t look much at the fuel level so I was surprised when the low fuel light came on but by pure luck I stopped at a place where they did sell fuel which was delivered in a bucket and filtered with a piece of cloth on top of a funnel – it worked fine with no problems…  It was afternoon and I was hungry so I asked if they had lunch and, yes, they did.  They took me to the kitchen to show what they had and I chose a piece of pork with potatoes and rice and it was delicious!

It was getting to 1600 hours so at the next town, Celedin, I stopped for the day.  Cajamarka, which was my goal for the day, was 2 hours further away and there was no way I could comfortably make it so I called it a day.

Walking around the market on a Sunday afternoon in Celendin

Town square with the obligatory twin towered church

Day 34 – Celedin to Huanchako

Riding in the mountains is absolutely fantastic, great fun to ride and a feast for the eyes, however, it’s difficult to make any distance.  A full day’s riding only gets you 150 – 200kms in a long day and I feel the need to cover a greater distance to be back in Houston by mid August.  So I decided to go to the coast where roads make it possible to easily cover 400 kms in a day.  The goal for the day was Huanchaco with the first 150kms in the mountains but then on to the coastal plains.  Once there I soon realize that the landscape is really ugly, looking like a moon landscape and with very bad haze.  It was also getting much cooler, the pacific at this time of year must be cold (someone told me the water is only 16C).

I got to Huanchaco by 1700 and was lucky to find a very nice hostel close to the beach… I was looking for a different hotel but when coming up the street from the coast I happened to see two bikes and their riders standing by this hostel and I asked if they had a room, and, yes, they did.  The hostel is owned and run by a lady from Lima who speaks very good English, there is coffee and tea available all through the day and the room and bed are very nice.  It’s a surfers place with lots of surfboards in the front yard and several surfers staying here as well.

After having ridden 6 long days without a break I decided to stop here for two nights giving me a chance to catch up on the blog as well as get some clothes washed and relax.

Walking around Huanchaco I snapped a few photos..

Discussing the day’s surfing action?

Colourful murals

Surfers waiting for the right wave.

Progress Quito to Huanchaco. It took me six days to cover the 2000km.

Day 36 – Huanchaco to Huacho

After a day of rest in Huanchaco and the Punta hostel it was time to leave to go further south with the goal being 400 kms south to a town called Huacho.  It was sad to leave the friendly and comfortable hostel but I had to get on.  The road south was a mixture of Autopista outside of the towns and not so good roads and lots of traffic in the towns.  The Autopista is very nice going through a desert like landscape with rocks and sand and little green but actually quite beautiful when you get used to it.  When getting close to the hotel I found a place where they washed the bike and it now looks like new again! 

Clean bike again. It was terribly dirty after the dirt-roads.

The hostel is close to the beach and the sound of the waves can be well heard – should make for good sleep.  The hostel itself looks nice and clean but venture outside and it’s a different story.  Behind it, the slope to the beach is used as a dump and looks awful and the street leading to it doesn’t look so nice either.

Kids play on their smartphones – it’s the same all over the world… The phone network mostly works well with 4G available almost everywhere.

Dogs everywhere in Peru. When I left next morning several dogs were sleeping in the street and couldn’t be bothered to move when I drove past them. And painted walls are also everywhere in Peru, seems to be a lot of election related murals but also ads.

The view towards the Huacho town from the hostel. Doesn’t look all that nice or?

Day 37 – July 12 –  Huacho to Pisco – 370km

I got up early and was on my way 0715.  Mind you, it took some time to get out of the town, the GPS led me down the wrong roads several times and it felt like I was going round in circles for a while.  After half an hour I finally found the N1 road leading to Lima. After a couple of hours I approached Lima and I knew I had quite an arduous time ahead of me getting past the mega city of more than 10 million people.  There were a couple of accidents meaning very slow progress for a while and stuck between big lorries who insists on leaving very little space between me and them didn’t feel so great.  At one time the GPS led me to a toll road veering off the road I was going on, however, I was stopped by an official who said motorcycles were not allowed on this road and he told me to turn around and go against the traffic to the road I came from.  This was not easy to maneuver the bike around the 300 degrees sharp edge of the “V” with a steady stream of cars  who had no intention of stopping to help me.  Luckily some bikers came and stopped their bikes allowing me to go back and forth a few time before I could continue on the road again. Not a fun moment!  After that the traffic eased off and I made rapid progress.

Views from the road south.

Desert surroundings.

Hazy and dusty air,

I arrived in Pisco around 1400 and this place, the Tambo Colorado, is well used to bikers.  The receptionist came out in the street as I was getting ready to get off the bike and asked if she should open the gate so I could park it in the secure yard.

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GPS Navigation

I’m attempting to summarize my understanding of GPS software and maps….

When you think about GPS navigation, devices like Garmin and TomTom comes to mind and those two are, perhaps, dominating the market. However, in the last few years the situation has become much more “complicated” with smartphones having a plethora of GPS navigation apps available. And many new cars come with GPS navigation installed and, of course, Google and Apple have their own maps with navigation. All these devices and apps need maps to function so where do these maps come from?


NAVTEQ was a Chicago based company that was later acquired by Nokia and subsequently renamed Here and sold to a consortium of three German automotive companies, Audi, BMW and Mercedes. Garmin used NAVTEQ maps so supposedly currently uses the Here maps. TeleAtlas was a Dutch company providing maps to TomTom, who later acquired the company.  Open Streetmap (OSM), which is similar to Wikipedia in concept in that everyone can contribute and update the maps provides the maps for most of the free smart phone apps.  Both Google (and I assume Waze) and Apple get their main maps from TomTom but have other suppliers as well.

I’m no expert on what information and how the this information is stored but without additional information base-maps would be pretty useless. To make use of the maps for navigation, additional information such as road and street names as well as addresses must be available and it is in this respect that “apps” using the same base-maps differ.

Navigation devices

Garmin is probably the biggest seller of navigation devices, at least in the USA.  As stated above, I believe Garmin uses maps from Here with their own information on top of that.  However, the Garmin map format has been reverse engineered and OSM maps can be formatted to work with Garmin devices.   For example, it’s been reported that the original Garmin maps are not very good when traveling in South America and that the OSM maps are actually better and more recent. On a recent trip to Mexico,  Garmin with the OSM maps worked pretty well, but information such as speed-limits was not so good.

I have been using Garmin Nuvi devices on my motorcycle and they hold up well, even in hot weather with direct sunlight. I have not used them much in heavy rain but with the use of silicon at the edges of the screen you can make them pretty watertight and if that’s not enough the simple trick of an upside down zip-loc plastic bag works well. Unfortunately, the Garmin (and TomTom) special motorcycle devices are ridiculously expensive and I’ve never tried them so I can’t give any comments on how they work.


There are a lot of navigation apps for both iPhone and Android devices but I have only tested apps that run on Android.  Most of the apps use the OSM maps but apps like here use the Here maps.

  1. Osmand: This app has a lot of options and somewhat obscure way of setting them.  I don’t recommend this app if all you want to do is to navigate to a destination because it’s pretty difficult to specify it.  You must select a point on the map and set this as the destination rather than specify a destination address.  Neither is it straight forward to specify and save favorites.  However, if you have a route built on for example a google maps you can upload the route and use the app to navigate.  Likewise, it’s easy to record a route as you go along it.  It’s using the OSM maps and secondary information such as speed limits is not so good.
  2. For road navigation this is a very good and straight forward app to use.  You set a destination and it figures out the route.  However, sometimes the destination you want is not in the database and you might need to find it on the map. Also uses the OSM maps but seems to have more address and point of interest information (poi) than osmand.   On my recent trip traversing central Asia worked really well.  It also seems that is is coordinated with  I use extensively on my trips and almost all hotels I’ve found are also available on making navigation to the hotel easy.  Speed limit information is mostly lacking, but, in some places like Estonia, speed limits did show on the display when passing speed cameras.
  3. Here: This is the navigation app from the company behind the Here maps.  It’s very straight forward to use, set the destination and it figures out how to get there.  This app has pretty good secondary information such as speed limits, not so sure about it’s poi information.  However, I found it to be unreliable in some cases so I gave up using it.
  4. Google maps: It seems this app has the most up to date maps but you do need to download the maps to your phone if there isn’t reliable data-connection everywhere along your route.  Of course, if you don’t have a paid data-plan for where you are going you also need to download the maps before setting off.




Day 1

I set off on February 1 with the first day’s goal being Laredo in south west Texas. US 59 goes from Houston so I followed this for the 300 miles required to reach Laredo. Nothing much to say about the ride apart from it being a very windy day with winds from the side and front making for pretty hard work keeping the bike in the right direction. I checked in to a Day’s Inn and unfortunately I did not check the room and location so my room faced the I35 which meant a lot of traffic noise all night.

I had really wanted to do a bike trip to Mexico but when I’m finally on my way I really start thinking, do I really want to do this? Going away from a comfortable life at home for an uncertain time away. Especially when I’m all alone in my motel room, it seems so pointless. Well, let’s see how things turns out tomorrow?


Day 2

Today was when I would enter Mexico and I was pretty nervous about this. I hear so much bad about Mexico, the crime and the gun fights between rival drug cartels. And looking at the state department’s recommendation regarding Mexico – it’s basically don’t go there.

And then the procedure on entering Mexico…. Leaving the US was not a problem and neither was entering Mexico on the other side of bridge number 2 in Laredo. However, after crossing the bridge you are supposed to find a building to get immigration and do a temporary importation of your vehicle, I took the wrong turn and got a bit lost but found it in the end. After about an hour me and the bike were legally in Mexico! There were several military and police personnel carrying guns but this is true for a lot of entry points in to any country so I was not worried about that. Apart from that everything seemed peaceful.


I then set off on Mexico 85 towards Monterey which is around 250kms away. The roads are really good and especially the toll “auto-pista”. I never went into Monterey but took the Mexico 40 towards Saltillo. I found that there is a long distance between petrol stations so for a while I was worried I didn’t have enough fuel to reach the next one, so I was riding fairly slowly at around 100kmh at which speed the fuel consumption is very much lower. In the end it was not a problem and I had plenty of gas when I filled up. I was pretty tired so a short 350kms would have to do for the day so I stopped in Saltillo.

After finding the hotel as recommended in a “book” by someone on the Adventure rider site I unpacked and walked around town for some time. Very interesting and so different from US towns, there were a couple of squares in the town and they were full of people and buskers, so full of life. Really nice to see!


A man trimming a tree.




Not sure what this depicts but it looks impressive.


Beautiful cathedral


I saw many old VWs, I think they were produced in Mexico at the time.

For dinner I found a restaurant recommended by google (who else!) that turned out to be great, very nice food and personal service! My waiter who spoke some english was very helpful and gave me good recommendations on what to eat. He convinced me to try Mescal and it was very strong but good. I had an interesting guacamole dish as a starter and fish for mains. A beautiful meal!


Interior from the Saltillo restaurant.


Interesting restaurant exterior

Day 3

I woke up around 7.30 or so and it took me an hour to get ready to go. Packing takes a long time but hopefully when I’m more familiar with it all it will be quicker. Anyway, I rode out of Saltillo and got on the road to Durango which was 500kms along Mexico 40D. A fairly easy and straight forward ride taking it easy. Riding at 100kmh rather than 115kmh reduces fuel consumption by 20% and I was in no rush so 100kmh it was. In younger days I would have ridden at 150kmh so I must be getting older and wiser, yes?

Along the way at a rest stop at a toll station I met a couple of riders from Monterey and we had a chat about bikes and riding in general. They were both on BMW’s and were going along at a much higher speed than me. Since it’s a three day weekend in Mexico they were making a trip to Mazathlan, then north and back to Monterey for work on Tuesday. I allways enjoy chatting to other bikers, it’s something that would never happen if you were driving a car…

I arrived at Durango fairly early in the afternoon but the recommended hotel was full:-( Fortunately there was another one just across the street and luckily it had a room. Once settled into the room I went for a walk and found a supermarket where I had a bit to eat, I also found an ATM where I got some cash and luckily my US ATM card was accepted without problems.


Nice graffiti in the park next to the hotel.

After a nap I went to dinner at a place that was given good ratings by …. Google. It was not as nice as the one in Saltillo but it wasn’t too bad. As I was trying to talk to the waitress about what to order a very friendly woman who spoke good english and sitting at another table came across to help with the translation, people here are so friendly and helpful, it’s just amazing!


After the meal I went for a walk in the center of town. It was Saturday night and the whole area was in party mode! The streets were blocked off from traffic and there was life and action everywhere you looked. One guy was playing an electric guitar and singing and was sounding very much like Santana in black magic woman – great! After Mazathlan I have found that Mexican cities are amazingly lit at night giving a very nice atmosphere and so was certainly Durango.  Durango is at an altitude of 1800m so it was quite chilly, perhaps around 10C.





Buskers and entertainers along the street and lots of people about.  Real party atmosphere!


Durango center has a very long pedestrian area beautifully lit!


If you haven’t figured it yet – I’m quite taken in by Mexico!

Day 4

Today I’m riding to Mazatlan a distance of 230kms along the newly constructed Mexico 40D. It took 10 years of construction and 2bln usd to construct it and it’s supposed to be spectacular.  The road goes across the Sierra Madre from Durango to Mazatlan on the Pacific coast. The first 100kms are on relatively flat ground but at an altitude of between 2200 and 2700m above sea level. The road was pretty straight and so very uneventful riding. However, about halfway the new road was closed, and I later found out it’s been closed for several months because the foundations of a huge bridge were moving. This meant I had to ride on the old Mexico 40 which has a really bad reputation for accidents and part of it called the devil’s backbone. On a motorcycle, though, it was fantastic! It’s probably the most curvy and interesting road I’ve ridden, better than Stelvio in Italy, Mae Hong song loop in northern Thailand or roads up to the Malaysian Highlands! It was interesting on several other aspects as well, I saw military vehicles, kind of like big pickups, with a soldier on top with a machine gun pointed forward, a few smashed up trucks with one having smashed into the rock wall after a 90 degree turn, and totally flattened the super structure. However, the traffic was very light so there weren’t many trucks I had to overtake. There was nowhere to stop apart from a straight area with beautiful views, so I don’t have any pictures of the road. I do have some videos, though, not sure how to post those.


Beautiful views along Mexico 40


Nice family I was chatting to and who took my picture.



The road was only finished in 1960(?)

The old road is 70kms longer because of all the twists and ups and downs so takes a lot longer. After more than 100kms of this I got back on the new road and made good time to Mazatlan.

I took a video on some of the way along Mexico 40.  For non-bikers it might be a bit tedious to watch 🙂





Shop in a small village after coming down to less than 500m altitude.

I found a hotel right by the beach, it’s very old and dilapidated but good enough to stay in, the bed is ok and the noise from the waves is just magical so sleeping was not a problem apart from the first night when people were partying along the strand-promenade until past midnight.


View from my room after dark.


Streets behind hotel beautifully lit at night.



Nice restaurant catering for expats.  The screens were showing the Superbowl and there were huge cheers when Philadelphia won.

Days 5 – 6

I decided to stay in Mazatlan for 3 nights and spent the time relaxing and walking around town. I talked to several “expats” who frequented the same place for breakfast and coffee. There are a lot of Americans retiring here for at least part of the year and I saw a lot of them going for Spanish classes down the road from where I was having my coffees. I noted a lot of buildings are being repainted and the town in general is being spruced up and is attempting to become the new Acapulco because of the gang violence there have meant not many foreigners go there anymore.



Brave guy doing an Acapulco style dive into an incoming wave.


An old Harley with a dispatch rider and someone else on it.


Should I be worried or reassured?


Interesting building


Shirt purveyor – bought a nice shirt from this lady.


On the beach


Lots of statues along the beach promenade

Tomorrow I’m leaving and going a bit further south to a place called San Blas. So follow me for further adventures! It’s a much smaller town and also located on the coast.

Day 7

Oh noo! I woke up with a sore throat and was immediately afraid I had another bad cold coming. Nevertheless, I got up and went out for a long walk along the seafront to do my 8000 steps a day to get into slightly better shape. Then I went to the favorite coffee place for breakfast. I had a chat with the owner who said they opened last year in February but after a couple of months the town closed all roads around the place to do the town refurbishment so for 7 months they had very bad business because it was so difficult to get there. However, they were doing OK now.



Owner of the place

Back at the hotel I was told I could not have my valuables that I stashed in the hotel safe until 11am, not too pleased with this but


Hotel interior.  Really old place but it had it’s quirky charm.

I thought I’m on a holiday and an adventure in Mexico so I’d just have to put up with it. When 11 arrived and I was told, no I couldn’t have my stuff until noon I was starting to get annoyed. It’s better to ride in the morning before traffic gets bad and before the worst of the heat hits so I gave the hotel staff an earful of my thoughts about this. In Sweden punctuality is a way of life and I guess this is deeply rooted from when we’re born… So there was nothing else to do but go for another walk.



Girls rehearsing a play or speech they were going to be part of


Waterslide by the beach. Slide was made of concrete and no water in the slide so no one was using it.



Volvo trucks lined up blocking the street.  Workers were building a stage for Carnival that would start tomorrow.

Well, I finally got on my way and did the 250kms to San Blas. First along the toll auto-pista and then on a narrow twisty road for 35kms – a great road that I would normally love but today I was tired and not in the mood.

I arrived at the hotel in San Blas around 4pm and immediately went for a rest – pretty exhausted. After a while I inspected the bar and later went for a walk into the small town and found a lovely restaurant. After dinner I’m back in my room which this time is A/Ced, a step up from my previous rooms. Mind you the hotel room price has kept increasing for every new hotel I’m staying at in Mexico and it’s now more than 4 times the first night in Saltillo. It’s kind of strange though that it was only the first two hotels that had warm water in the shower, maybe Mexicans are hardy and think a hot shower is for weaklings?


She and her brother owned and ran the restaurant where I was having a great dinner.


Purveyor of “junk”?


Guys hanging out on the main plaza in San Blas


Church under renovation

Days 8-9

I’m really able to relax here in San Blas! A small charming town where most of the roads are unpaved, a small square with many coffee places around it and a long stretch of beach not far from my hotel. There are a lot of gringos here who come to escape the cold climate further north. At the beach restaurant I ran into two different groups on two different days who were enjoying themselves with a lot of empty beer bottles on the table mid afternoon…

After staying here for 3 nights, tomorrow I’m off the Puerto Vallarta, a much bigger town, maybe the same size as Mazatlan.


Beach life in San Blas


Family bringing home the shopping.


Lovely beach in San Blas


Kids playing on the beach after school is out


San Blas is known as a surfing destination.  Maybe this is not the season – the waves were not very big, but at least this guy is trying.


It really is a nice beach


Football is everywhere!


American contingent is getting their daily dose of muffins


Pacifico is the local beer and it’s quite drinkable


Mum picking up her daughter for lunch


These kids were learning to march!  Their Maestro was really strict in making them march the correct way.  Very cute!


Street vendor bbqing chicken.


This boy was very upset his mum had left him to wait while she was gossiping with her friend.


There is a convention of Franciscan monks in town (and they’re actually staying at the same hotel as me).

Ahhh, after dinner and talking to the missus on WeChat I decided to stay another day, it really is a nice place.

So you might be thinking what’s this guy doing on his own leaving the family back in Houston? Well, ever since we put our little one, now two years old, into daycare I’ve been struggling with my health.  I’ve had two episodes of pneumonia and numerous lighter chest infections and I don’t know how many courses of antibiotics to fight these infections.  So the missus and I decided I needed to get out for a change of environment and I took a 4 week vacation from work.  Of course, I immediately came down with another infection so I had to wait for another week and half before setting off on my trip.  It seems to have worked, in the last few days I’ve been feeling great and today I’ve walked at least 10km and even jogged along the beach for half a km!  Touch wood!


My route so far


There are beautiful church interiors in every town.


Have you seen this man?  He was last seen unshaven on the beach at San Blas.


Beautiful sunset


Surf class on the beach


Day 11

After 4 nights in lovely San Blas it was time to leave. Of course, I could’ve stayed much longer, it was such a nice low-key, quirky and relaxing place. The small town with surprisingly many nice restaurants and coffee places where I could while the hours away. The long non obstructed beach for long walks in the waves… But it was time to move on and today I’m going to Puerto Vallarta, it’s only 160kms but Google says it’s going to take 3.5 hours so the road must be pretty twisty.

San Blas to Puerto Vallarta

It ended up taking 3 hours and I was pretty knackered by the time I got to the  hotel in Puerto Vallarta.  First impressions of PV?  It’s a very touristic place somewhat like Cancun with huge hotels lining the beach. Maybe I should have spent a couple of nights more in San Blas? I found a great restaurant, though… A lot more fancy than restaurants I’ve been to so far on this trip, it had a huge 10m screen where they were showing music acts as different as Motown to Justin Timberlake.  I asked if they had any classic rock such as Pink Floyd or Led Zeppelin but it appears acts like those are not much in demand.  I guess I’m showing my age?


Big hotels catering for people on beach bolidays


In between the big hotels the local boys are fishing


Locals playing and singing on the beach


I had a chat with two Canadian couples who are staying for 5 weeks.  They brought their dogs in strollers.  Maybe the pavement is too hot for Canadian dogs?  Local dogs seemed not to worry.


In order not to leave the bike in the street I rode it through the reception area and parked it by the loos.


Cool restaurant with huge screen.


Good selection of wines and spirits.


I had fillet with a spinach dish for dinner.  Very nice!


Day 12

I took a taxi to the center of town which turns out to be much nicer than the big hotel area where my hotel is located. A nice car-free beach promenade with some arts and performances.


Promenade along the beach in center of Puerto Vallarta


Pelican convention in town.  10 of them came flying down the promenade in perfect V-formation and it looked like planes flying along.  Their wingspan is very impressive.


This one is contemplating his next argument in the discussions.




Statue made of sand. Later on I saw a guy spraying it with something – water or glue?

Today’s the last day before starting the  trip home and it’s a bit sad to leave the nice climate of Mexico pacific.  It’s a long trek home and I don’t think I can do it in less than 4 days, so let’s see what tomorrow brings.

Day 13

Got up early, actually I didn’t sleep that well, and was ready to leave at first light.  I wasn’t sure how far I’d make it today so I had no real goal.  The first bit towards Tepic is very twisty as the road winds itself up and down the hills.  With big trucks doing 15-20 kmh and not many chances for overtaking I was not making good progress.  There were stretches where I could keep a good speed and the road is actually a lot of fun…

So I did get on the Auto-pista and could keep a good speed.  It looked like a brand new road and I noticed many trucks full of soldiers and as I went along I saw soldiers standing guard beside the road and on the bridges.  Not sure what was going on but I suspect there was some dignitary coming along the road and they’re not taking any chances.

By mid day I reached Guadalajara, it was quite warm and I was starting to feel pretty knackered.  After passing through the city I had some lunch and felt a bit better and kept going until I reached Aguascalientes.  Coming into the city I saw two huge Nissan plants and after looking this up these are the biggest Nissan factories outside of Japan and produce 850,000 cars a year.  That’s more than 2000 a day!  Furthermore, the city is the most business friendly in Mexico and is very prosperous.

After a shower I walked around the center of town and it’s nice with a huge town-square and adjacent cathedral.  But, I don’t think it was as nice as the one in Durango.


This guy was sitting just outside my hotel.


Obligatory picture of the main cathedral.  As always in Mexico – there are lots of people about in the town centers.



The local government building just off the square was beautiful inside.


2 wheeled cops seemed very friendly


Progress so far.  Houston looks a long way away.


Day 14

Again, I got up early to ride in the morning while it is cooler.  Getting out of Aguascalientes proved fairly straight forward by following the GPS.  Once out on the highway it was full speed ahead on good 4 lane highways going north on the Mexican highlands.  Very little traffic and very far between petrol stations – I guess there is not enough business to have more of them. So a bit after midday I was close to Saltillo and could easily have reached Laredo by evening.


The highland has what looks like palm-trees along the road.  Beautiful landscape with far away views.

However, I decided to do, what I thought would be a little detour on a nice road that I’d been recommended, going due east to Santiago.  Road 20 turned out to be a mountain crossing, perhaps, being the most technical and difficult road I’ve ever ridden.  Incredibly steep switch-backs with turns that felt like I was close to vertical and really nasty speed bumps put on the road in the villages.



So instead of being nice sweeping turns that would add a short time to the journey it ended up taking 3 hours and at the end I was totally exhausted and decided to find the nearest hotel which was an Ibis at the southern outskirts of Monterrey.

Day 15

I wasn’t sure how far I’d reach today, perhaps, I could go all the way home? Setting off at break of day I got through Monterrey without too many problems although I did take a wrong turn at one time.  Then on the highway it was very dense fog for some time and when getting close to Nuevo Laredo there was a massive queue of trucks blocking both lanes.  Of course, with a motorcycle in a motorcycle friendly place it was expected that I’d wind my way through and one truck-driver actually indicated with arm-waving that I should go on the shoulder of the road – which I then did for kms until some car blocked and I had to switch to going between trucks and then to the shoulde again.  I finally reached the front of the queue and it must have been a crash involving several big trucks with debris everywhere and diesel on the road.  If I hadn’t been on a bike I would have been stuck there for hours.


Crash-site. It looked pretty nasty and it would take hours to clear.  They must have put the dirt on the road to absorb diesel spills.


It wasn’t long after that I reached Nuevo Lardeo (the Mexican side of Laredo), I now had to find the place where I could get the deposit for the temporary importation of the bike back so I went to the same place as when I entered Mexico.  I did find a small kiosk and without problems my deposit was refunded.  After getting out of Mexico the queue to enter the US took about half an hour so by the time I was in the US again it was noon.

And then the ride back to Houston took about 5 hours.


I very much enjoyed Mexico and never felt unsafe, even when walking alone in dark streets.  Of course, the big presence of police and military is a worry.

From one thing to another – I recently switched to T-mobile and their plan allows full data and calls from Canada and Mexico at no extra cost and it worked brilliantly throughout my time in Mexico.  Often I would use the data over the phone rather than the hotel wifi! Great!

Riding a motorcycle is a great way to discover Mexico and new places in general.  You meet a lot more people than when going by car…

Total route of my trip:



I only figured out how to set up a blog on this trip and I still have a lot to learn on how to make it more presentable.  But, anyway, it’s the content that’s important, no?

Thanks to everyone who has been following along and has taken the time to read my ramblings.  I very much appreciate the comments and feedback I’ve had!

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