|07-08-2007, 08:48 PM||#1|
Around the World with Forrest and Franky
Well at least a start, and with a few side stops and future rides in the planning lets get started with telling the story. Which is of course all true, and if it wasn't you couldn't prove it any ways.
Some sentences finish with the next picture so keep on reading to make sense of our journey exploring like our fore fathers.
My first try solo.
This is one of my campsites. Needless to say I didnt make it much farther then St George, Ut. This is the Toraweep campsite actually.
My escort out of town, under cover. And me.
A year has gone, new bike and a riding partner and were off. Meet Forrest. And you can see the edge of my bike Frank Wheelbarrow as they say.
Left Logan, Ut. at a real stupid hour bundled up like you wouldnt believe around the third of Jan 2007 made it half frozen to Page, Az. and like I said some stupid hour of the morning, but hey were off and nothing but two cops holding hands in the median gunin one direction and the other gunnin the other way were able to stop us. No warrants (imagine that) and so were back on the road, to who knows where.
I love Arizona hardly no restrictions on where you can go even if its private, half the time you still have access. Anyways here we are sqattin in Arizona down by the border with Nogales. Lets go to Mexico tomorrow.
That it is.
Another box of warm cloths being sent home. This is us out in front of a dive in Nogales. O.K. send the package and then lets do it. Oh yeah we wont need warm cloths again Forrest says. We ended up staying one more day state side for more reasons then one were getting close. Hey man pop a wheelie.
Designated San Carlos. Forrest parents have been coming to this spot for along time he was just here a week ago with his family I talked him into coming back to Logan to ride the whole thing. Hes still mad.
Once again good morning!
Lets find some back roads. Well we better feel up our front gas tanks and our rears just in case. Needless to say that's a lot of weight, we were hating it deep sand, dead end roads. Help!
And help we found. Just go that way (as he points up) Oh well were on vacation. Exploring like our ancestors before us.
Still lost, but neither one of us really seamed to bothered by it we follow the Gps to the beach. Once again good morning.
I'm using the word lost just for dramas sake. Were on the Pacific side of Central America just a couple cliks out side of Guaymas, Mexico. trying to take side roads well that was yesterday we dont know yet but as soon as Forrest finishes puttin on his head band we will make it to Mazatlan around dark.
To wake up for a really early start and to see this Klr with spares front and rear weaving in and out of traffic trying to keep up with Forrest killer pace through grid lock, Not knowing and just thinking it was a local he catches us at a red light seeing with one glance hes going the same direction we decide we need to get gas and ride together.
|07-08-2007, 09:06 PM||#2|
Well welcome to our home a way from home just theres no toilet seats. So it never really felt like home just one of the cheapest places in yep thats correct Mazatlan. Were still here our Klr buddy lasted a coulple good hours at the gas station (longer then I would of lasted) Alex is his name and he had whiped out the maps and talked us in to leaving the coast , all excited for the cooler high country and the famos road up to Durango we jump on our bikes, but Forrest's bike wont start it was sounding like mine did the day I walked out of the doors from signing my life a way at the dealership but instead of catching, it just screamed from inside. Oh thats normal said the punk who just happen to bring my bike around front, he should be so happy for cloud nine customers like myself, hey it didnt matter I still knew I had the best bike for the money period.
I love the little mini magazines you send me with all the cool pictures and intersting articles, but please KTM use that same address and send me any news about my bike or any so called updates but please don't send them to just my dealer. Thank you very much
I love you KTM!
Our comunication head quarters during our seven day side trip, which included Forrest jumping on a bus almost back to the border, then a shuttle the rest of the way to the border, and from there a taxi to the ups center to get him and me a torque limiter gear for the starter. And then all the way back I guess that goes with out saying. This is us leaving town after seven days no kidding. If I could bottle that feeling in side, of hitting the road again, and not heading towards home, but yet south to see if the road really goes where it says it goes.
Oh yeah and I was finally able to talk him into shedding some weight. His fingers didn't even go numb like mine and we had plenty of time. Oh yeah ty vm KTM of Boise Id. for stocking some very needed parts on the shelf.
As soon as the sun went down we could see the lights from Acapulco.
Forrest showing his new style, from the mesh armor.
O.K. lets get back a little bit and then set up camp.
Follow the light.
Why do you need a tent?? Thats why!!
Waking up near Puerto Escondido.
Gettting close to Guatamala, Forrest making new friends.
Me getting directions.
|07-08-2007, 09:28 PM||#3|
Forrest said something funny. Or we were funny looking.
Shes making me nervous. Keep an eye on those bikes.
Hey how about a ride.
No not on mine put him on your bike. Oh yeah we picked up spares in Arizona as well, hard telling not knowing if you'll need it.
Mexico and Guatamala border crossing. Ayutla is the name of the town at the border with the two.
A really nice family that took us in and let us stay with them in the town of Coatepeque, Guatamala. I had just thrown in my new chain and front and rear sprockets to get my money out of my original one and limped in to this town literally no teeth left on rear sprocket. In realizing it needs a special tool to put the new chain on we had to make some stuff work with some master links.
My kind of town, four wheelers, and motorcycles rule.
I had nothing to do with this.
What a cool family.
Just push them right in, I'll sleep better said the owner of the Hotel. And so will we.
Did you hear something go check the bikes Forrest.
Not mine! And if it is you can't prove it.
It's Forrest's. Remember what we talked about.
Our support crew, No way why would we have some damn cage following us. But it's a cool cage at least. Even four wheel drive.
|07-08-2007, 09:50 PM||#4|
Mike on a bike .com I think that was his web site. He was hoping to be in Alaska by fall wow! This is the next day and we zipped through the rest of Guatamala and our waiting for our paper work on the border with El Salvador. We ended up staying the night in Honduras after we checked Salvador off.
Me pretending I'm taking pictures of this.
But really I was taking pictures of Forrest, they didn't like the way he was driving one bit! Oh yeah we blew through the tip of Honduras and were now trying to get Nicaragua behind us Forrest and I have been talking a lot and we decided we wanted to get to Chile, Peru, and Argentina to spend most of our time and money in these three contrys.
So this one wasn't so easy to get out of it and a half an hour later were off again, (dont worry the gun was not loaded). Not stopping until Costa Rica just over the border in Liberia. And in waking up in Liberia were off to one of our first certified Ktm 950 shop in the capital of Costa Rica, San Jose. Impressive crew along with the owner.
Two shots of some scenery.
After getting a few supplies we end up on the Carribean side for the first time Limon is the name of the town and we end up crashing at the airport. With armed men watching over us, we slept like babys. Ohhh just put your tents right there they said. Try doing that at your local airport, not that you would probally want to.
Where we going today?
Love waiting on bridges with seimis just to cross another fin border! Panama here we come! I want to say the small town that sits on the border is Guabito and its one of the nicest border crossings around but the longest I'll give that a way right now. Four hours a waitin.
"This is slippery he says"
Thank heaven for guard rails and thats no joke.
Hey, the truck is moving lets do it.
Hey man at least they didn't turn on the bug juice. It would come shooting out behind those black things that look like the old eightys car wash.
Did i mention how long. Long enought to clean your boots with a tooth brush.
As the kid was telling us not to worry he was wathing our bikes. Thanks buddy.
|07-08-2007, 10:00 PM||#5|
This is us leaving after the long wait at the border and another bridge with wet planks and people telling us to watch for nails sticking up.
Ninty percent of the time our Gps were right on. Just with the basic maps. But after we left Limon this morning we've been in the bush comparing to the rest of the trip, and the Gps like I said for the pretty much the first time weren't helping. We did some of our first dirt stretches, and then the next thing we knew we were on twistys with what looked like fresh asphalt. All the way to David Panama which is off the Panamerican Hwy if I'm not mistaken.
Thats a doulble yellow line you see there.
I just saw the bird for the first time in the frame that is.
Smooth thank you Panama Canal... Serious money for some boats to pass through. And that folks our why the roads our smooth in Panama. tyvm
I didn't scare the bird that bad he landed back behind me, imagine that.
|07-08-2007, 11:53 PM||#6|
That white adventure is possibly the coolest looking adventure bike I've ever seen.
2007 V-Strom 1000
|07-09-2007, 05:31 AM||#7|
|07-09-2007, 05:37 AM||#8|
Joined: Aug 2002
Location: Toronto, ON
Wow.. you two are seriously going around the world!!
great pics and report... thanks for sharing and taking us with you..
Are you sure you are carrying enough fuel with you? those fuel packs are great
|07-09-2007, 06:03 AM||#9|
We drove for some time until we saw this nice little place in the middle of no where and decieded to splurge. The owner saw us still wet from CR carribean rain some we had off and on getting to where we were, about two hundred or so kilometers out side of Panama City.
So he was nice enough and let us set up our tents off in the bushes.
The owner and his wife and another cool family.
Shows over you two gringos move along.
One more of his little Dr. Suese out side tables so if you wanted to you could eat in private. Forrest and I just sat in side had the whole place to ourselves. If I only had a picture of the spread, one of the best ones on th whole trip I love being south of the border.
About two or three border crossing back we ran into a kid from texas on some cruiser all by himself said he was coming from Panama and a ship was due to leave any time made it sound like we could catch it and what not. This is us not knowing anything about nothing. Any hoo we were moving to catch this imaginary boat and here we our Panama City day one.
Getting a feel for the city.
A little suprised not sure either one of us was expecting such a modern city.
Trying to get a view.
We get checked in and go play the tourist part down by the canal. Something you could almost say we were drawn to. Hard explaining.
Probally some rich Canadians.
Yep!!!! Watch them disappear.
This is the Miraflores Locks Panama Canal I think it was 1913
Here they go.
If only it was that easy there still there.
And open sesame. And stay out!!!!! I love Canadians. Really Just for Flanny, I'm all show, I promise.
Back on track, Forrest go ask them if there heading south.
Whats that, right on. Gettin some Forrest jumping his 950
The weekend is over and all the information we gathered is you just have to go to Colon and jump on a boat that will take you to Culumbia so were off. Well a real long story short is we get there and it's been discountunied something about mouth and foot disease spreading I got a bunch of diffrent things told to me, but theres no boat doing that run. Were told just go over to the marina and you will find someone that might take you. And sure enough we did and at the same time ran into some crazy Oklahomean trying to do the same thing on nothing other then a Klr. Well this owner was willing to put all three of us and our bikes on the back and drop us for 350 dollars in Columbia. Forrest was sure he could make them water proof and we decided we would just need a plank to get them up and over the railing.
Well he wasn't shoving off for a couple of days so back to Panama City. Our new friend John has a way better place to stay so we check into the same hotel. He has been going back and forth to try to find this mystery ferry that everyone talks about with no luck.
The Hotel has a nice garage we can park them in. Coming back from somewhere Forrest notices his bike has been dripping. The only thing we can figure out is on our way to Colon there was a traffic jam that never ended, well off went Forrest up the side with me right behind him. He hit a hole so big it caught the base of his side stand and tweaked it just right to put this hair line crack. Guess who was packin J B weld.
Now we've been in Panama City for a few days now. And finally put it together that the sail boat thing was just more adventure then we had signed up for. So what about Quito Ecuador. We get them on the boat and then fly a head and kick it for about seven days why our bike come safely on a big boat. Sounds good we already have one person that will split the cost with us, no big deal.
Good food. Still here in Panama they want us to rent a whole container for close to two thousand dollars. In all our research we hear plenty of stories of the vanishing cargo syndrome as well. Help!!! Shooting from the hip as they say can sometimes can be harder. Still wouldn't have any set dates to have to try to make.
Forrest had to tell me after that its not real. He says his neices do it as well just in the blonde version.
And before I forget south of the border you can get the tacoma I mean hilux with deisel turbo engine oh yeah baby. I also saw a Ford ranger with a power stroker sticker looked like the real thing and it was blowin smoke. Day six or seven here in good old Panama City I forget, As Forrest says," what about flying our bikes over". The container got voted down because of time of next boat leaving and cost. Off to the airport......
|07-09-2007, 06:08 AM||#10|
|07-09-2007, 06:52 AM||#11|
Pankeke please. So its research time on which companys fly bikes. So we got a company for 1200 dollars each one will fly our bikes to Quito, we dont get to go with them you will need another 300 plus dollar ticket for each of you they tell us. Were doing it! The plane leaves in a day. We show up after saying goodbye to our new friend hes going to hold out and try diffrent options he says.
So at the air cargo part of the airport doing all the paper work they realize back when we first came into Panama that they put all my information from my paper work with Forrests name on it, so we pretty much had paper work for one bike with two diffrent names. A twenty and a smile and some guy took off with all our paper work and a hour later came back with the fix. We now our behind and start preparing the bikes, we need to ship some of it with the bikes and some of it we need to take with us. More paper work and they come out and say ok were all good lets just get you payed up. As we wip out the good old credit they say we only except cash. It pretty much for some reason just floored us. Yeah as they tell us thats how everyone does it. They drive us back to the main part of the airport to where the atms are at, not even a chance its spittin out that much. We go back to the bikes and try to put it back together as best as possible having already talked about going to the end of the road just to see for ourselves. Why the hell we can't drive down to see our brothers and sisters in Chile for example.
Oh yeah this is Panamas verison of the security camera, and I think his radio in his hand. and his club stuck in the framing of the canopy. Nice!!!
As we fired up the bikes we realized that the road that brought us out to the airport is the same one that runs out into the jungle, the same road that is missing less then one hundered miles or so to completly link up the Americas, the same one thats called the Panamerican Hwy a dream I've had longer then I can remember to travel the whole thing. Execept for so many reasons they left just a little bit unfinished.
Darien Gap as they say the last true unconquered land. It all changed really fast modern airport to dirt then paved roads and then back to dirt. About twenty miles down this road we come on to a check point they ask where we going. I say Columbia. He sure wasn't expecting me to say that, and looking back on it he was just really surprised to see us all together. Well off the bikes and lets see your passports, by hand they write all our information down into what looked like a childerens school note book. In detail they explain to us that, If the gorillas didnt get ya, then the Indians would and if you happen to miss both of them then you always have the drug lords and their crews. So Mr. Gringo you can't go to Columbia from here on top of all that stuff theres no road just trails.
Forrest posing were almost at the end of the road, we stop to finish it in the morning.
And it was check point after check point, to get to here, all doing the samething the first check point did, Forrest says oh well at least there will be plenty of paper work letting our loved ones know where we last were.
It was a full moon when we left it just worked out that way. This is the only sign that lets us know how long we've been gone neither one of us doing a very good job at keeping track of towns and miles or days.
The excitement is in the air we both talking about driving right on and down into S. America. and what it would be like.
Here we are Yaziva. With a choclate river doing a big horse shoe, the town sits in the middle with a small bridge on the east side, you couldnt do it with your panniers on thats for sure. You look across to see the jungle right up to the shore. They say if theres a road they will clear cut it so what do you do.
As Forrest says Franky this looks like a trip all on its on. We decide to finish our trip exploring the vast country between us and home so with no regrets we start to plan. As someone yells out I want to go Scuba diving, and it wasnt me.
In getting back to Panama City we do some more research on this town that seemed to interest both Forrest and I and read of one Author I forget now, describe Yaziva as the town of drunks fighting with broken beer bottles and machetes with bare footed prositutes. The last picture was us getting some breakfast at ten in the morning and people were already cracking beers. It all made sense when we read this article, one rough town.
On the way in we see all this constuction and had high hopes of a road really going through the Darien Gap.
Wait for me Forrest on our way to finding out what was around the next corner some call it a disease.
We read another story of Range Rover with military support trying to make it, with no success I think that was in the seventies wish I would of bookmarked those stories of the town and the last jungle. Another article or journal from a guy who tried on a two wheeled motorcycle and failed realized he needed assistance talked a buddy into doing it with him, I believe the story went that they had to leave one out there in the jungle, and went home beaten. Returning a third time and taking some three months to go the hundred miles to pop out in Columbia. I think with only one machine if I remember right. I think I found one other story of someone else doing it on a motorcycle... we have a lot of planning to do and thats from someone who doesn't like to plan, I'll make a exception this time.
Look at the size of that tree Franky.
We made it out of the Jungle and ran into our buddy John again totally random in a big ass city which made us all smile. We say goodbye again after some pizza and icecream.
And do some rare back tracking past David again and into CR to find new roads waiting for us. This is us on the road to no where.
zoomed in above our heads.
It was cloudy, but were sure we saw both oceans from up here.
Forrest putting some more cloths on.
Great to be a live!!!
At first I didnt realize we were this high up I guess just not expecting it in CR. I first noticed my performance and then just glanced at the GPS and think, did I just see ten thousand plus? Taking the next corner with Forrest reving his engine behind me I glance again yep, son of a gun. Taking a little side road to get us a little higher we finally stop for the last few pictures at eleven plus. What a view oh and the curves and the semis in your lane similar to the durango road from what I've heard wow you got to be on your toes.
Lets go get rid of these tires.
Sounds good. About that time.
Who has more tread Forrest asks. Thats a silly question I say back.
around the world
"As Jonah used to say, a bike can never have too much gas.... unless it's on fire."
frank wheelbarrow screwed with this post 02-17-2008 at 09:07 AM
|07-09-2007, 12:27 PM||#12|
Joined: Jul 2006
Location: Orange County, CA
Wow Guys Awesome Trip!! Wish You Guys Had Video Of The Trip. So How Much Time Did You Guys Plan For The Trip, How Did You Start Planning, And How Much Moola Did You Plan?
"the quickest distance between two points is under construction."
|07-09-2007, 03:02 PM||#15|
Joined: May 2005
Location: Trollhättan, Sweden
This is great!
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