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Old 12-29-2012, 10:43 AM   #31
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I am experiencing something extraordinary. I arrived in the city of Gomez Palacio (Mexico) and searched for internet access. There stood a strong looking man in front of a Pizzeria Domino. I asked him if he knew where I could find an internet cafe. He hardly spoke English. Then he signaled that I wait a second and made a phone call. After a few minutes he received an SMS which he showed to me. It read "Follow my car, I'll take you to a place where you can have WiFi". So he brought me to another Pizza Domino shop and provided me with the password. Brought me a Pizza and we started communicating with each other sitting in front of two computers through Google translation!
As our discussion went on he asked me where I was going to stay. I said I'll ride out of the city somewhere and camp. But he insists that he pays for a hotel room and he typed " I will take no for an answer!"
I am speechless!
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Old 12-29-2012, 11:08 AM   #32
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* You're Kidding Me right?*

When I camp somewhere in the wilderness, there is hardly anything to do early part of the evenings. No bars around and no tables for table dancers.(don't get upset ladies, it's a joke) I usually take out the computer and try to do some work. Either editing my photos and videos or try to write something about the experiences I made during the day.
On this occasion I wanted to do some video editing and for that I thought of installing the voice program which I had bought a couple of weeks earlier. But before finishing the installation it asked me to register the program. I promptly gave the long code which was required. Then came the notice "connect to Internet"
Since I was in the wilderness had no internet access I opted for the second option "Registration Offline".

So I typed in the long numbers again and proceeded to the second step.
The computer gave me a second number with twelve digits and said..
Please proceed to another computer with internet access and log into the website, type in the twelve digits and close the installation!

What the hell!!!!

How can you possibly call this offline registration??

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Old 12-29-2012, 12:43 PM   #33
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* You're Kidding Me right?*
* SNIP *

Since I was in the wilderness had no internet access I opted for the second option "Registration Offline".

So I typed in the long numbers again and proceeded to the second step.
The computer gave me a second number with twelve digits and said..
Please proceed to another computer with internet access and log into the website, type in the twelve digits and close the installation!

What the hell!!!!

How can you possibly call this offline registration??
The one thing of which you can be sure is that it made perfect sense to the site programmer.

I'm still chuckling to myself about the video of you taking a hacksaw to a perfectly good (new?) final drive housing to convert the GS into a long-tail outboard motor. I saw many of those when in the western Pacific many, many years ago, then found that there's something similar in common use in southern Louisiana. There, they're called "Go Devils" but I'm reasonably sure that there are none powered by a bike.

This is a fun RR and I'm ready for more whenever you have time to post.

Rock On!
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Old 12-30-2012, 03:44 PM   #34
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Appearance is what sells. That is quite true when it comes to the way Mexicans are dressed. I walk the broken walkways of Mazatlan and greet the locals ďHolaĒ as they pass me by. People seem to be very friendly as in most places in Mexico. Though Iíve spent already four weeks here in Mexico so far, I havenít added more than a dozen words to my Spanish vocabulary and I am ashamed of myself in how bad Iíve become in learning a new language. But there is no hassle in understanding them when it comes to basic communication. With hands and feet you can achieve a lot. Once they realize that youíre a foreigner, you receive much more attention. Besides, there seem to be no shortage of people who speak English and in worst case scenario I can pull out the dictionary. From the very first day I entered Mexico, I learned that Mexicans love to show their hospitality to foreign visitors. A smile goes a long way and it sends good vibes and brings out the good in many.

The streets get busier as I get closer to the city square. This being a Saturday, there seems to be lot more going on than just the usual folks hanging around the small garden benches. I see the church yard is full of people, a wedding, perhaps? My suspicion is confirmed by the photographers and then the glimpse of a woman in a white dress surrounded by the dressed up crowd.
Then I see the shoeshine stands, probably a couple of dozen in this small square. In each corner of the square there are at least three or four stands. The men donít seem be short of work. Some men sitting on the high chairs watch in admiration as the worker gives his best to get those dirty shoes back to their glory. Some read newspapers and others just enjoy watching the pedestrians walk by. I ask myself, why donít they polish those shoes at home and spare some money?


Well, I guess the answer to that lies in the dusty pavements. What if you are going to some important meeting and just before reaching the office or meeting place, your dirty shoes wonít give that big impression youíre trying to make? So, it makes sense to get your shoes cleaned and polished just five minutes before the appointment. Hats too, seem to be a very important part of the dress code among men, especially older men. But I have never seen anyone wearing a dirty hat here in Mexico, or a hat that seems to be an old one. They are always immaculately clean and in their proper shape. Mexicans pay a lot of attention to their appearance and I ask myself what must they think when they see me? Most of the time, Iím getting off my motorcycle with faded and worn motorcycle gear. Not only are they worn out, they are dusty and dirty since I spend so much time riding these dusty roads.
Among all the shoeshine stands, my eyes catch one slightly different from the others. This fellow repairs shoes! Iíve been waiting for this moment since a couple months. At last, I could get my broken Army boots mended! You may wonder, why does a motorcycle rider wear Army boots. Thatís another side story.
When I reached West Timor last December, I camped on a quiet beach on the south end of the island. I spent about three days there enjoying the beautiful warm, crystal clear water. There was a fishermanís village about half a mile to the west of the bay. During the day there were people walking up and down the beach. As it was low tide, every morning before day break, the women came walking across the waist deep water catching small fish and collecting mussels. During the day there were a handful of local people, who came from the city of Kupang to swim and walk down the beach. Most of those folks had a small chitchat about me being there on a big motorcycle which aroused their curiosity. On the third day of camping however, I discovered that my riding boots were gone. Since I did not have too much space in my tent, I had left them at the entrance. I guess there must be a happy rider somewhere in West Timor riding his small scooter with a pair of shiny riding boots. Fortunately enough, I only had couple of hundred kilometers to ride until I had to ship my bike to Australia. Nevertheless, I was quite annoyed by the loss, but it wasnít that devastating.



When I reached Australia I had to wait for about a week before I could get my motorcycle cleared out of the port. I spent the days idling around the city of Darwin, hanging around with the people I met in the hostel. One of those nights, I was sharing the stories of my travels with a group of young people in the hostel. When I mentioned the fate of my riding boots, one of those men, who happened to be an Australian soldier, offered me a brand new pair of army boots, which fitted me perfectly. Since then, those boots have seen some serious adventures, and as a result they were beginning to fall apart. I cannot possibly buy another pair of riding boots. Though I tried on a couple of occasions to buy a pair of cheap riding boots, they never felt comfortable enough for wearing the whole day and every day.
I approach the shoe repairer and show him my shoes. The sole around the heel is starting to open up from the upper in both shoes. He wants 100 Pesos for the repair and is overly keen to have me as a customer. The price seems to be high for Mexico and I have serious doubts about him being able to repair the shoes for long term use. But I feel pity for the poor man and sit down on the bench and hand him one shoe and he begins his work. From the moment he starts applying glue on my dirty and dusty shoes without cleaning it, I realize that my shoe wonít be lasting too long. But I wait there patiently till he finishes his work. There is a man reclining on a bench a few yards away from me. He has fallen into a deep sleep. Probably the plastic bag on the bench is his grocery shopping. Does his wife worry about where he got to? Maybe the busy street provides him a quieter surrounding than his home. I keep myself amused while my shoe is being repaired and 10 min later the repairer hands me the shoe and waits for the other one. But I pay him 60 Pesos and tell him that one shoe is good enough and wish him ďprospero anoĒ.

I start my walk through the streets away from the crowd to take some snap shots of the old colonial style houses. Itís so beautiful here. Each house tells a unique story. Some looking really fancy and well maintained and others show red bricks through the broken plaster and are dilapidated but equally beautiful for a photo.

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Old 12-30-2012, 05:02 PM   #35
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Travel the world and you'll be riding through many doors. Some of them will be large and you'll have to squeeze through the others. What if the doors are closed? Well, the true adventure is all about trying to ride through those closed ones and the more you try the tougher you'll get. But the best adventures are when you find no doors and you have to make holes in walls to find a way through.
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Old 12-31-2012, 02:41 AM   #36
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Old 12-31-2012, 01:05 PM   #37
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The Shock, the Bike and a Reunion.


It was somewhat a distressing observation. Once I started riding in Australia my rear tire appeared to be wearing out one side more than the other. Initially, I thought, it could be due to one pannier being heavier than the other which would make me lean to one side as I rode those long straight roads. But the reality proved to be something else. My rear suspension had become weak and as a result it made the tire rub the underside of the mudguard thus making the tire to wear out prematurely. The only remedy according to BMW was to replace the suspension completely. As the BMW parts usually come with gold plating, it was going to be expensive. As far as I remember, a new suspension was sold at around 1000 US dollars.










In order to keep the costs down, I was determined to solve the problem my way. When I removed the old suspension to find a cure for the disease, I noticed that there was a warning sticker. “Do Not Dismantle” it read. So I took the whole suspension apart using crude, homemade tools, and preloaded it by using a spacer which I cut out of a thick gauge metal tube. It worked wonders. And I was happy riding around Australia and then from Canada to Alaska with the original suspension that the bike had since its birth.
However, after having done more than 215,000km, 90% of that in fully loaded condition, I began to worry about worse case scenarios. I looked for possibilities of buying a second hand suspension on ebay and various other venues, but was not quite lucky enough to obtain one. On a couple of occasions, I replaced the suspension with a secondhand one, only to find out my old one was much better. On my last day in the USA, I was given a gift by one of the independent BMW motorcycle repair shops in Phoenix. I was so thrilled just to hold that shiny piece of art in my hands. I knew that a good suspension would take a big worry out of my head. That evening I worked till late, replacing the suspension and packing my bike for Mexico.

The next day I started early. When I reached the border area I realized that the new old part happens to be a bad old part. Every bump on the road was becoming a nightmare. Talking about nightmares, Mexico proved to be the country I have encountered most topes on roads. Every village you rode through had at least ten topes and a small town was armed with a hundred. Ride through a city and you’ll go insane! My suspension problem was becoming a real issue. I just left the land of plenty and couldn’t organize a reasonable solution. Now I’m in deep shit, I told myself.
In Metapec, I met some incredibly friendly people. Some of them were motorcycle enthusiasts and we had a lot in common and enough interests to share with one another. These bikers understood the needs of fellow rider. One of them who happened to be a friend of the BMW dealer in Metapec asked me if I needed to do any work on my motorcycle or needed any parts. Of course! I need to replace my suspension. But I wasn’t overly keen on going to BMW dealers to ask for favors. But my friends insisted that I accompany them and they were so confident that I will find a solution to my suspension problem there. “After all, you are an ambassador for BMW as you ride around the world” they said. Next day, as I stood in the car park, the BMW chief stood five meters away from me and shook his head without a handshake. Buy a new suspension!



However, my luck was rising to the occasion. A friend of mine from San Francisco was riding her motorcycle to Mexico over the Christmas and the New Year. I contacted her and asked if she would be kind enough to make a small detour to my friends in Phoenix and bring my old suspension to Mexico. Molly understood the saying “a friend in need is a friend indeed”. A few days later Bruce was reunited with the old shocks and he’s running without the limp. For how long? I don’t know! Bruce! Don’t worry. You and I are going to pull it through and make it around the world together!

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Old 01-02-2013, 09:46 PM   #38
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Oh Nooooooo!!!! They're coming in boat loads!!!!!
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After a very long time I rode in the rain again. It started shortly after Mazatlan and maintained the same intensity till I reached San Blas. Another coastal town and it seems to be a popular among tourists. There is no shortage of hotels and motels. There are even RV parks here. That's a strong indication of American presence. The rain made me kind of go numb in the brain. I couldn't make a decision what I should do regarding camping for the night. So I ended up riding till it was completely dark. But it all worked out in the end. I found this nice campground right on the beach with hot water and powered sites for just under 5USD per night. After setting up camp and after a light meal, I'm listening to the rain drops beating on my tent. But the sound of the waves of the ocean is much more powerful. I'm happy to be here. I'm happy that it rains. I'm happy for the sound of the sea. What a great way to begin the first night of the year! I bless the whole world and hope they are happy too!

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An evening in Mazatlan. Mexico
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Old 01-03-2013, 03:12 PM   #41
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Dylan, you have a great trip and report going. I am still trying to figure out how you get Bruce on his feets so easily, but I guess practice makes perfect. Thanks for sharing.
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After watching the film Into The Wild I decided to visit Chris Maccandle's bus in Denali national park in Alaska. Many have become his harsh critics but a man who gave away all that he possessed can not be a bad man at all. His thought were inspiring and his thirst for adventure was certainly deserve acknowledgment. However, my hike was as epic as my motorcycle tour and it was dangerous. I was told by many not to go or if I did, then to go in a group. The challenge was to walk 40 miles into the real wilderness. There were bears, moose and cougars among the danger list. As far as doing is concern, I had to walk endless kilometers in streams swamps, and swim across a river which was swollen with glacier melt-water. After 18 hours of my start, I was back to where I had parked my motorcycle. Exhausted and hungry. I had walked 79km with just 5 bars of chocolate in my pockets.
Your ride is right up with the best ones I have seen here

BTW, Samarwickrama more accurately means the one with prowess to battle on, certainly something you have!
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Your ride is right up with the best ones I have seen here

BTW, Samarwickrama more accurately means the one with prowess to battle on, certainly something you have!
Thanks for that encouragement mantan! It certainly helps me to continue sharing my stories.
I don't know in which language you searched the meaning to Samarawickrama. But in my mother tongue, Samara= celebrate or commemorate., Wickrama= adventure. But I guess the same words can have many different meanings in many languages.
Thanks again for your words!
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3rd January morning

I should have got going early today. But the sun sea and the soft sand made me hang around till now. It's already 1p.m. The elderly Canadian couple who are on their vacation on a camper trailer were very nice. They gave me a coffee in the morning and a breakfast too. Just before I leave here Rick wanted to exchange addresses. as I was writing down my name I mentioned that I got a difficult name. His reply was "oh don't worry, my name is also a very difficult one".
He watched me over my shoulder as I wrote my name. When I reached the halfway mark of my surname he muttered seriously.. "oh, it's worse than mine"
I just love these little stories.
Ok. Now I better hit the road!


Evening. 3rd January

stuck on a beach in Tecoman. Got off the road into the sand & my rear wheel just disappeared under the sand. Oh well, perfect excuse for camping right there. The sunset was amazing (like every other day) and the curtains opened up for the stars to dazzle. Whole day no rain but the sun. I think I'm even getting a little tan :-D




Late evening.

Enjoying the stars and a small snack with a chai. The beach was visited by quite a few people when I arrived here. But now everybody is gone back to wherever they came from except for one. A dog remained here to keep me company. He dug himself a hole right next to my tent. I'm sharing my sandwich & other goodies with him & as a reward, he looks at me with a thank you. Two seconds later he wipes his mouth with the tongue as much as saying, now I'm ready for the next piece. So our game continues. But I take a break from enjoying the food because I see white misty kind of condition spreading from the horizon high up into the sky. Is that the milky way? May be some of you can enlighten me on that! I take my camera and walk behind the tent so that I can capture the moment for later. When I accidently take a photo with the flash, my eyes divert the attention to the tent for there seem to be some wet patches. I take a closer a look. Darn dogs! They have already began to mark the unidentified object in their territory. I look around for the dog that have been feeding all evening. I see him disappear into the darkness a couple of hundred feet away. Thanks buddy! I yell at him and mutter the words, wait till I get hold of you next time!

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