Trips like this always make me thankful for so many things in life. Some can be enumerated, and some cannot. Let’s concentrate on the obvious for now.
I am sure there are many things I am forgetting but time is short and I have to start planning for the next trip.by kriehl
Traveling Baja is always an interesting and difficult experience. Keeping up with a blog daily, while there is so much to say, is also difficult. After 200+ miles of hard desert riding, arriving in a town with terrible internet service, your first impulse is more geared toward your first, and second, beer rather than breaking out the key board. Sorry for not keeping up daily, but I will now try to recap our final days of Baja.
Day 7 we started out of San Ignacio before sunrise. The five of us rode 12 miles down the pavement before we got off on what was supposed to be a very long day of dirt riding. Scott took off first and I followed. About a half a mile down the road the road took a hard right. Scott and I waited for the others that followed to make sure they made the turn. We waited, and waited, and waited some more and no one came. We back tracked and found no one. To make a long story short, we got separated and were unable to reconnect. Scott and I decided, that since we had no tools or oil for my leaking bike, that we would take another route to our final destination of the day Bahia De Los Angeles.
After a long ride on pavement and gravel roads we got onto some nice dirt roads that led us to Rancho Escondido. This ranch, that was out in the middle of nowhere, was 10 miles from Punta San Francisquito, and 80 miles from our final destination for the day, seemed like a good place to stop and have lunch. There are some things on trips like this that you will never forget. Meeting Oscar, the owner of Rancho Escondido, is one of those things. Rancho Escondido is Oscar’s ranch and occasionally he makes lunch for, and sells gas to, crazy people riding through the desert. Oscar invited us in, and even though he didn’t have any beer, we stayed and had a great time. I was able to converse with Oscar with my broken Spanish and he proceeded to introduce Scott and me to his five kids. Four girls and one boy who was his youngest, Oscar Jr. Oscar showed us the inside of his home while his wife began making us a great lunch of fish with rice and beans. This guy had a nice house and he was almost as proud of his house as he was of his five children and the hard work it took to build his ranch. (Mucho Trabajo) We even climbed up a staircase that was built into the rocks behind his house so that we could over look his entire ranch. With me and Scott out of breath from the climb I tried to tell Oscar, in my broken Spanish, how nice his property was and how proud he should be. But looking at the smile on Oscar’s face as he watched us look at his property in admiration, I knew that I did not need my Spanish to be successful this time. Once down from the rocks Scott and I hate a great lunch while Oscar and I talked more. Scott commented that he was surprised that I was almost having a real conversation with Oscar in Spanish. People like Oscar make this world, and my desire to travel, great.
Once we left Oscar’s we continued on to Punta San Francisquito. Punta San Francisquito is a small place right on the water that was supposed to be a place where the five of us were going to get gas and beer. Scott and I rolled in and were surprised to see our other three traveling partners. While they took a shorter route, their route was much more difficult and we did not expect them to be there this early in the day. (They must have been haling ass.) All back together again we set off the final 70 miles to Bahia De Los Angeles. The route took a little longer than we thought and we ended up traveling in the dark the last few miles which was made a little challenging seeing as two of our group did not have working headlights.
Day 8 was scheduled to be another long day from Bahia De Los Angeles to San Felipe. Right out of hotel I noticed I had a flat front tire. Eric and Keith went to work fixing the flat and found a huge cactus spike in my tire that had caused the flat. (Thanks guys) With the flat fixed we headed into a day of hard riding that can be explained in two words. Sand and Whoops. Enough said. Coming into San Felipe I stopped at an intersection waiting for Eric and Dave to make sure they made the right turn. I stopped and looked back and thought I was about to see Eric’s trip come to a tragic end. I am not sure how the car pulling the trailer missed Eric, but I am so glad he did.
We got into San Felipe earlier than usual. Usually we pull into a town just before, or after, sunset and are so tired that we just have beers and dinner before heading to bed. Getting into town early is a blessing and a curse. Getting in early gives the group more time to drink. More drinking gets us into trouble. We bought a few beers from the store next to our hotel to satisfy our thirst while everyone changed and showered. Then we headed to the bay front establishment of Adriana’s that, we were told, had the best fish tacos in town. We had our fill of fish and shrimp tacos, and yes they were great, which we washed down with yet another beer before we moved on to a bar called Rice and Beans which we were told has the best margaritas in town. When I say “We” in the context of drinking I have to explain to you that Dave, our soft spoken newbie, was not partaking. So Dave was probably a little amused at Keith, who after his margarita, jumped into a huge crane, that was being used during the day to put up a retaining wall, and attempted to start it. (Those margaritas were stronger than we thought) After Keith’s failed attempt we headed to the world’s darkest steak house for another beer. Once we returned to our hotel we went out on our balcony for a night cap. Our rooms where on the second floor and had a ten foot wide slanted tile roof off our balcony that over looked the street. Extending from the tile roof was the sign to the hotel that over hung the sidewalk by five feet. I thought it would be a funny joke, and it was, to take Scott’s riding boots and put them out at the end of the sign. Once everyone came out and saw the boots, which they all agreed was hilarious (even Scott), they thought it would be a good idea to toss the empty beer cans into Scott’s boots. Even though Eric is really tall he must not be very good at basketball. He wasn’t the only one who could not make the cans into the boots so I went down to the street and proceeded to return their numerous missed attempts that continued to land on the street. Again and again I continued to throw the cans back up to the intoxicated bunch until finally they all ended up in Scott’s boots.
In the middle of the night I woke up and asked Scott, who was asleep, if his boots were still out on the sign. I suggested that it might be a good idea for him to bring them in just in case a Mexican guy who likes white motorcycle boots takes a stick and knocks them off and leaving Scott to ride in his flip flops. So Scott , in the middle of the night, in his underwear and probably still a little tipsy, crawled out on the roof to retrieve his boots before returning to bed.
Day 9. As with every day on the trip, I was hoping day 9 would be the greatest day yet. The tired and weary group headed out on the trail and ran into more whoops. Out of everything, even sand, I would have to say that whoops are the worst. The tedious up and down with my bags slapping me in the ass more times than a drunken sailor from San Francisco drives me nuts. After the miles of whoops we hit, you guessed it, more deep sand. After another flat tire, and us getting separated again for a short period, we decided to make like a Taco Bell commercial and make a run for the border. Rolling across the border after dark I led our two riders without headlights back to our US campground, followed by Dave and Eric rolling in on a flat tire. Another great trip.by kriehl
Ever have one of those days where things start out great and just keep getting better? We woke up in Guerro Negro to a light rain that cleaned all the dust off our bikes. We woke up early and pulled out our rain coats before heading to breakfast. A quick breakfast was needed because we had early reservations for a whale watching tour. We jumped on a tour bus with the same group of blue hairs that followed us down the coast from Catavina. A half hour bus ride lead us through the town of Guerro Negro, through the salt plantation and through the bird sanctuary and then out to the point where our ponga was docked and waiting for us. After all the blue hairs finished dawning the complimentary yellow rain gear, we loaded up the boat and headed out. We jumped in the back of the boat while the older folks took the front. As soon as the boat got up to speed Keith jumped on the bow in an effort to help the boat achieve a level plane. After a twenty minute ride we were surrounded by lots of blow holes, and I am not talking about the people in the front of the boat. With whale surfacing everywhere our lackluster captain slowed the boat in an attempt to have to whales approach us. Twenty minutes later our captain got a call from another boat and raced to their location. When we arrived the other tour group was stretching over the rail in an attempt to get a little touch of the huge grey whale and it’s pup that had come up along side of their boat. We pulled in close and the pup, who was probably 15 feet long, came over to our boat followed by it’s much larger mother. After a few splashes on the water the whales came right up to me and Scott and allowed us to pet the whale and the barnacles covering it’s skin. For ten minutes the whales kept coming back and playing with us and letting Eric, Dave, Scott and I pet them while Keith took pictures from the bow. Eric was surprised at the texture of the whales skin. “It feels like a inner tube.” This is a once in a lifetime event. Getting that close to such a huge creature is an unbelievable experience. All of us, even the cheap skates in the group, unanimously agreed that this was well worth the $50 and we do it again in a heart beat. Keith got some cool videos and I took a few pictures. The only downside was that Eric got a little seasick from being so close to the engine and inhaling the fumes. Every said they wanted to go back and bring the girls. This is one of those bucket list things that should be checked off.
Once back to our hotel we loaded our bikes and headed out for San Ignacio. I was stocked that my bike, which had been hard starting when cold, started right up with just a push of the starter. Eric, Dave and Keith’s mechanical work was instantly apparent. The quick trip by pavement to San Ignacio also revealed that the plethora of oil that had been draining from my bike was now down to less than a simple manageable drip. Thanks guys. Riding down the road, after our very light rain ceased, off to the right I was amazed to see something different than the normal desert and cactus that we had seen in previous miles. The valley was filled with thousands of palm trees. Welcome to San Ignacio. We pulled into the valley with palm trees surrounding the river that we had to cross before entering into the downtown square of San Ignacio. As we were driving in someone pointed out a Bed and Breakfast that was right on the river. We passed the B&B and headed to our hotel that looked like every other hotel we stayed at so far and was $100 per room for two rooms. “Hey, let’s go check out that other place before we check in here.” We turned around and headed back to the Ignacio Springs Bed and Breakfast “An Oasis of Hospitality”. The hospitality was not the only acutrament that made it an oasis. This place was awesome in every detail. The huge Yurt, that contained three large beds, was able to sleep all of us comfortably. The decor was not much different than you would find an upscale resort at home. And, best of all, the shower was piping hot and had enough for all of us. (which had been a problem in previous hotels.) Our gracious host, that only charged us $150 for our yurt (saving us $50), gave us a tour of the compound. A few steps to the palm tree lined river awaited kayaks that she explained we could take up river for twenty minutes to the hot springs.
With daylight dwindling I convinced Scott to jump in tandem kayak with me and paddle up river. With a few beers in hand we attempted to awkwardly coordinate our paddle strokes all the while scaring away all the large white cranes on the river’s edge and giving hope to the turkey vultures that were circling overhead. Our fifteen minute paddle upstream gave us more impression that we were in Hawaii as apposed to Mexico. When we arrived at the hotsprings (that should have been call the luke warm springs) I forgot to heed the warning of ou host about the slippery rocks in the 4 feet deep spring. It only took one step on a rock until I was unwittingly plunged into the water. The paddle back was much easier going down river. The clumsy splashing of our paddles improved and the storks appeared to be less threatened and the vultures seemed to salivate less.
Back at our yurt with hot showers for all after which we headed into the town of San Ignacio in the Suburban given to us by our too trusting Canadian host. With Scott at the wheel, big mistake, and Eric, Dave and I pinballing around the back seat with every erratic move Scott made (and there were many) were were able to make it the mile and a half into town. San Ignacio is an old rustic Mexican town with a beautiful old church that greets you as soon as you enter the main square. One trip around the square and we were able to find the restaurant that our Canadian host had recommended. Since this establishment was recommended by the mother of the owner we were skeptical until we walked into “Tootsies”. This place was amazing. An eclectic atmosphere that had the feel of a French cafe’ surrounded by rustic Mexican. We all agreed that the hamburgers were top notch. Our server and owner had the same gracious nature of our resort host with double the quantity of words coming out of her mouth. To call this gal chatty did not even begin to explain her verbose nature. She was kind, witty, kinda cute and exhausting. We all tried to give her a hard time, except Dave who had used his ten words for the day, but even Keith got tired from overly chatty persona. All in all an amazing day.by kriehl
KTM’s are suppose to be the best off road bikes around. Two riders on this trip, Scott and I, are riding KTM’s. Let’s list the issues with KTM’s so far.
1. Broken Kickstand
2. Stalling problems combined with a horn honking by it’s self.
3. Fuel light goes on even with the tank full.
1. Broken mirror
2. Crappy idle and runny rich
3. Broken Kickstand
4. oil leak from hell
5. Really bad tires with zero traction
6. Rear tail light out
I will get to the days riding activities after I tell you about how we finished the night. 100 Km outside of Guerro Negro, after a long run of 60 plus mph speeds, I noticed that my rear brake did not want to stop me. I thought it might be the fact that 10 miles back my jacket, that had been sitting on the back of my pack, came loose and hung over my exhaust pipe and then got lodged in my rear break caliper. The left sleeve of my jacket got totally shredded and burnt to a crisp. But unfortunately that was not the cause of my lack of rear brake power. Upon inspection by rear break was covered in oil. To make matters worse when I got off my bike to inspect the oil leak, my kick stand broke and sent my bike tumbling to the ground. After lifting it back up we discovered that I was leaking a lot of oil that had splash all over my brakes and rear tire. We checked the oil level and discovered it about a 1/3 quart low. We refilled the oil and headed down the rode towards Guerro Negro. At 30 km we checked the oil and again it was down 1/3 quart. On top of all this my idle was screwed up all day and the bike would not idle or restart easily after it would stall. We limped the rest of the way to our hotel, The Malarrimo in Guerro Negro, just as the sun had set. We checked in and immediately went to work on my bike under a light in the parking lot. (of course we got beers first) Tank off, radiator off so we could adjust the valves, carb off, skid plate off to try to determine the origin of the oil leak… all the while Scotty, who had been coveting my kickstand spring since his broke on day 2, stole my spring to fix his kick stand and did his part to help by supplying the mechanics with beers. We are hoping the oil leak came from the clutch cover, which we removed and repaired the gasket. 3 hours later, in the dark and smelling of gasoline, we had an amazing dinner. We will know tomorrow if all that work, with us putting everything together after 20 plus beers, was successful.
That is how the day ended. It did not start out much better. First, our breakfast took forever to arrive and made our start for the day delayed. We needed to start early because we had planned for another long day, 200+ miles. I changed my air filter hoping, no praying, that that would solve my bikes problems. It did not and further efforts at quick repairs delayed us even more. So, with a still poorly running bike, we set out and right away ran into miles of deep river bed sand. Out of all the terrain we ride I hate deep sand the most. I can’t even begin to explain how much work it is to try to control your bike with zero traction and a front tire that wants to go every which way other than the way you point it. Once out of the sand wash we encountered either the best terrain or the worst terrain depending on your perspective. Extremely tight single track filled with huge rocks with cactus on both sides that seemed to be smiling with glee at the perspective of impaling you with their ominous spikes. When I say tight, I am not kidding. There were spots where our handlebars would not fit through the cactus on both sides of the trail. Any false move and you were in serious jeopardy of becoming a pin cushion. Keith, Scott and I all ended up with a few cactus spikes embedded in us, but for the most part we came away lucky. This was by far the most challenging riding of the trip so far, and I loved it. Eric did not seem to be as thrilled and was worried that our goal of 200 miles for the day was in severe jeopardy because we were two and a half hours into our day and we had only gone 20 miles. (it was tough riding)
The KTM’s were not the only bike with problems today. Eric ended up with a radiator leak which we had to fix with JB Weld. Luckily we had enough water to refill the radiator after the fix and did not have to pee into it for Eric.
Dave today showed that he was not perfect. Scott and I just finished going through what we call flour sand. It is really deep stuff that is soft and light like flour. We stopped on a hill to remove my jacket from the rear brake caliper when we looked back and watched Dave riding through the flour. He buried his front tire and when down in a cloud of dust. Once he told us he was ok, we laughed like crazy.
We ended up doing about 190 miles today part of which again brought us down some amazing scenic coastline. I love Baja.
Tomorrow morning we are booked to go out on an early morning whale watching trip. I hope it is not too cold because if I have to wear my jacket my left arm will certainly be cold.
After the whale watching we will jump back on the bikes and hope the fixes to my bike were successful and I can continue on the trip. Scotty will be happy with his now functioning kick stand, but will still have to suffer through the still troubling stalling problem and self actuating horn problem.
We left San Quentin in a thick early morning fog. The light rain from the previous night kept the dust down, but the coastal mist made the visibility even worse than the dust. Imagine driving your car at 65 mph in a heavy mist that only allows 10 foot visibility. Now imagine it on soft sand on two wheels. Keith almost had to look up from his phone/GPS to make the corners.
The coastal fog disappeared as soon as we got a 1/4 mile from the beach, and it was blue skies for the rest of the day. Our intended 230 miles had to be cut short today by 30 miles and we did all this on only one beer stop and a donut. The miles that we did complete were extremely difficult and varied greatly in scenery and topography. From the coast to the mountains and through the desert where we encountered huge sand stone dunes. If you have never ridden on a two foot wide trail with 100 foot drops on both sides, I highly recommend it.
If anybody wants to start a cactus garden with a hundred different kinds of cactus, just come to baja with a large trailer and you will find the most amazing species I have even seen. We got lucky and seem to have hit a few of them just as they are blooming. A few of them are so strange and tall they look like they came straight out of a Tim Burton movie. Even Dave got off his bike to take pictures.
We are taxing our bikes more and more. I am amazed at how much abuse they take. I want to abuse my tires even more. Did I mention I hate these things? Eric and I bought the same tires and have cursed them ever since the start of the trip. If there are any tires available down here I am going to burn these POS tires. Scott’s bike, while his horn honking and stalling problem was not as prevalent today, still gave him problems. He thinks that it is related to the heat since it seems to happen more later in the day after we stop for beer and the heat of the day is the greatest. A funny problem, that seems to be so intermittent, that I am not sure he will be able to solve it. I am having a tough time with my bike also, although I do not think our problems are related. I am going to change my air filter tomorrow to see if I can solve my problem of a bad idle and a rich low end.
We ended the day pulling into Catavina tired and hungry. As we pulled into the hotel parking lot I let the guys check in while I pulled back out on the rode and head back about a mile to watch an amazing sunset over the rocks in the cactus filled desert. After ten minutes and a few pictures I started to head back when I came across three extremely cute donkeys/burros. They appeared to be inquisitive and when I called them they came right up to me and let me pet them until the quickly tired of me and went on there way. We finished the night with another great meal and mucho Pacifico’s. Life is good.
In the dining room of our hotel there was a large group of older tourists that were enjoying a round activities put together by the overly energetic tour guide. These guys were really old. They were even older than Scott. (just by a few years) Let me tell you, riding in a bus with a bunch of blue hairs with white knee high socks and white sneakers who follow an overly spunky guide who has to explain to the group all the steps of doing tequila shots is no way to experience Baja.
I want to thank all the significant others that allow us to do what we do. Keith’s wife Lisa who tolerates Keith’s travels. How she does it, I do not know. Julie, Eric’s wife, I am sure will extract so sort of quid pro quo from Eric for his many recent travels. Scott’s wife Sandi who watches Scott’s two little dogs while he is away. Loretta is Dave’s wife, and since day only averages ten words a day, we are not sure what Loretta thinks of Dave’s travels. For me I have to thank Kimberly who’s birthday it is today. I know she would probably rather have me at home celebrating it with her, but instead she is watch our two dogs wishing us all safe travels. Thanks to all of you.
Ten and a half hours of sleep? Why am I so tired? When I learned to cross country ski I learned that my lack of experience caused me to use a lot more energy. As I became more proficient I was able to relax and make my movements more effortless. This was also evident in snowboarding. As my skill level rises, and I become more comfortable, the energy required is minimized. This may explain why I am exhausted after a day of riding with these guys. These guys are really good riders. Scott rides effortlessly on his light 350 KTM and appears to have super human riding abilities in greater proportions as the quantity of beer he drinks rises. Eric rides like a seasoned professional and is the guy who takes as much pride, and care in his riding as he does at the cleanliness of his bike. Keith rides with so little effort and appearance of thought, that even though it looks like he pays no attention to what line he is taking (he takes some terrible lines), he always makes it through without any indication that he did anything more difficult than crossing the street. Dave is the newest member of the group. A man of few words, we figure he averages ten words a day, he is the quiet master. Consistent and smooth like a Zen master. I keep waiting for him to say, “Snatch the pebble from my hand Grasshopper.” But if he said that he would only have three words left for the day. Me? I am like a bull in a China shop. Scott asked me today how I picked that line. I replied to Scott, “I am not sure I picked that line as much as it picked me.” My minimal athletic ability and strong determination to push on through has enabled me to keep the amount of time these guys wait for me to a minimum. All the while expending greats amount of energy.
Today was the best day of riding yet. We left Mike’s Sky Ranch and immediately headed up into the hills. Tons of river crossings and lots of technical rocks were overcome by all those involved without injury. While we only did 125 miles today it was unbelievably taxing. On one particular water crossing, with Scott in his usual spot in the lead, I decided to ride through the water next to him. I usually let someone go in front of me and follow their line exactly so that I know exactly how deep the water is. On this crossing I decided to ride pass Scott and MAYBE splash his as I passed by. The line to the left of Scott was a little deeper than I had expected. As the water splashed over my head leaving me totally soaked, I pushed through to the other side. Lesson learned, continue to follow the other guys line.
Today’s ride was a geologists wet dream. I think today we experienced almost every rock formations and type of riding in Baja. We went from mountains, through the forest and the desert and on to the sea. Amazing scenery. As I previously stated, we started in the mountains outside of Mike’s and we finished up the day by riding over the sand dunes onto the beach where we traveled at high speeds for 15 miles at the edge of the surf avoiding the ebb and flow of the incoming waves.
We are only three days into the trip and our bikes, and our bodies, are already showing the stress. Scott’s bike appears to be experiencing a strange electrical problem that continues to stall his bike and intermittently causes his horn to honk. He has discovered that to get his bike going he has to honk his horn. I am not sure if it is the bike or the copious amounts of beer that we had for lunch. This problem, and Scott’s solution (honking his horn?), has become the joke of the day. Let’s hope the bikes, and our bodies, fair better tomorrow when we are slated to ride 230 miles.
We finished the day in San Quitan on the water at Don Eddies Hotel. A fabulous fish dinner with, of course, many beers. Our waitress enhanced my Spanish by teaching me the Spanish word for LOSER, ganadore, which I applied to Scott who took another beating in cribbage by my hands. This term could also be applied to everyone who challenged Eric to a game of pool on a very crooked pool table.
Day 1 &2
During the twisty roads toward the Tecate border, I began to think about how I was going write about the beginning of our adventure. Thinking that the first days of our adventure would not be that dramatic, I thought I would write about the actual start of our adventure. Does our adventure begin when you fire up the bike for the first time, or does it begin when the first thought about the trip begins? To me this trip began last year on January 24th when we got word that our trip through Baja was being cut short. We got news that Scott’s dad was in dired straits. We raced to the border at top speed to get Scott on a plane so that he could see his dad prior to his dimise. During our race to the border we discussed our eminate return the following year to complete our journey. Thank God we made it in time for Scott to get the last flight out of San Diego and he was able to be with his father when he passed the following day. R.I.P. Vern Reynolds.
Unfortunately our first day was not lacking drama or injury. 50 miles in Keith went down on what seemed to be a benign low speed crash. Keith, who usually has better luck than the World Series of Poker champion and walks away from all previous crashes I have witnessed, did not fair so well on this crash. When it happened I, being in the back, just heard “Keith is down and there is blood.” Not good. When I got there Keith had already push the two bones, that had broken through the skin on his fingers on his left hand, back into place. He sat on the side of the trail elevating his hand with blood dripping everywhere. He quickly taped his fingers and decided to go strait to Ensenada to the hospital. An issue with Scott’s bike prevented us from staying together as a group. Keith and Dave rode ahead while Eric, Scott and I tried to fix Scott’s bike figuring that we would catch up to the wounded Keith soon after the fix. I had to drive back to the crash site to retrieve parts that had broken off Scott’s bike. Back at the site I began to look for the parts. During the search I realized how much blood that Keith had left behind. What would I have thought if I stubbled upon the scene without knowing what had happened here? Who got killed here? I quickly found the parts and rushed back to Scott and Eric. We headed out on our trail and were unable to catch up with Keith and David. (Even with one hand that guy rides fast.)
We, Eric, Scott and I, ended up staying in Ojos Negros drinking beer while Keith got his fingers stitches up in Ensenada by a 400 pound Mexican nurse who was sweating profusely during the procedure. The only upside I hear was that the English translator that was provided for Keith was pretty cute.
Eric, Scott and I woke up early, 5:30 am, and rode the chilly roads to Ensenda from Ojos Negros to meet Keith and Dave for breakfast. Keith, with his bandaged hand, assured us that he wanted to continue. Good thing it is not his throttle hand. Scott thought he was funny during breakfast by continually yelling at Keith, “Hey, can you give me a hand?” So, after breakfast, we headed out again down the beautiful Pacific coast of Baja California. We rode up and down the mountains on the coast and actually rode just a few feet away from the huge surf that pounded the shore. We were so close I could feel the spindrift from the waves. We passed by Mexican workers harvesting artichokes that were growing between us and the ocean.
After our morning of coastal riding, and after a nice long beer stop, we headed east into the hills where Eric and I discovered how much we hate our tires. Tire choice is always a difficult choice. No tire is perfect for all the conditions you encounter, ours seem to be terrible in most. Simple dirt roads felt like I was riding on glass. Every corner was a mystery. Through the corner I was always wondering not if my tire was going to slide, but how much my tire was going to slide out in the corner. I ended up with only going down twice. Once I ran into Scott who had stopped, and the other time soft sand took my mirror out in the fall. Eric went down once. Scott went down also on day two. Dave has yet to go down, unless you count the time he tipped over in the parking lot before we started the ride. (Scott wants to count that one so he could be considered the Last Man Standing.)
Even with the bad tires and one broken hand, we all made it to Mike’s Sky Ranch safely. A great steak dinner, a few beers and an ass beating given to Scott in cribbage by me, is all it took to get us into bed by 8 o’clock. Another great day.
I am praying that Keith’s hand will make it through the rest of the trip and that the remainder of our trip is injury free.
Seriously… what day is it? We rode around Kampot on single tracks at very high speed and made a kid scream and pee his pants….not really…He had no pants to pee in….
Great day in the bush. Food fight in village hut and Keith was tossed out….nothing new for him. Pang smashed a mango in my face which made a little kid really scream and leave a puddle in the dirt…true story. …then asked to leave after paying for the beer Scott drank…it’s not fair…I (keith) was the most behaved…why do I have to leave?. I for once want to be accepted for who I am. I got on my bike and left …but not with out a photo opp…..Scott got his camera ready while I dumped a bucket of chilled dirty water on Pang’s head…. to be uploaded soon…
We again had a fun day…still have not forgot about the snake.
Not a long day but very interesting riding. Like everyday we drank to much. Scott is laughing at me…as he was handing me a yet another beer….I told him I could not ride my bike 2 beers ago. He said I needed to blog that.
While trying to find our water crossing I ran over a 6′ PLUS it may have been 8′ long…king cobra, we have it on video. God I hate snakes…we had to go back over the same area because the water was too deep. We finally talked a guy into taking us across the water in a boat that was made out of god knows what…All I can tell you is that I would not have ridden in it sober with no bike and I watched Scott Eric and Pang float away trying to figure out how to balance while the boat was literally twisting under their feet. We had to back the bikes on to this small canoe 3 in a row filled the holy craft from front to back. Our feet were on the side rails keeping the boat up right. The captain held tightly on the Honda rototiller engine with a 12 foot long blender at the end..all of this while bailing with an old milk carton so we don’t sink. All on video.
We found more beer at lunch…and the plank walk to get there was pretty sketchy. Interesting place sitting over the water. We order a lizard and wild boar for lunch. The lizard was much better than the boar we all agreed and finished the plates. We had a little trouble with the board walk leaving… it was off kilter and the boards were not very well supported. Let’s put it this way the experienced server even dropped part of a dish she needed. She made a young boy strip down to his underwear to retrieve the cook stove under water…He was very hesitant so we pushed him in and took pictures….Seriously…I don’t think he was very happy. Oh well he will not see us again.
We visited a waterfall with no water. The bridge was pretty cool though….100 foot long 3 feet wide 10′ off the ground with a right turn in the middle. Only thing missing was a naked girl in the middle and no one would have made it. Eric kept yelling at Scott to slow down trying to make him go down…..almost but he is still standing.
The bridge crossing are very unique it is really hard to describe what the locals use to getting across water and mud.
Sorry we are sitting at the “magic spong” drinking beer and have run out of stuff to tell you. Writing this stuff with out a sober rider really sucks.by kriehl
We are now fully engaged in our Cipero rations. Food is good but our stomachs are protesting.
We rode most of the day on tarmac. Everyone stayed up nicely. We taught Jimmy, our mechanic, a new trick. Jimmy can now balance on one leg while moving at 50 miles an hour. I showed him a few times and he practiced all day until he got it down.
Eric hit a small bird today. Jimmy picked it up and carried it until our lunch stop. Not sure who ate it but nothing goes to waste around here. Food has been interesting you don’t ask questions until you are finished eating.
We started the game …race to the next cow pie today. When you find a nice wet one you can splatter the riders behind you. Boy do their clothes stink the next day. We come up with some fun games when we drink and travel together.