I just came across your report Wesley, and I gotta hand it to you, this is one of a kind. You've had me in stitches numerous times, in particular the "Erzberg" tale
You've got the "go with the flow" lifestyle nailed, and it truly is a special ability you have to be able to roll into any town, any gas station, and next thing you know, you're having tea or vodka or whatever with a new friend.
This is getting a bit gushy, but I have to admire your compassion and interest in other people. Helping the family with the blown out tire, and taking the father back to the nearest town, picking up the midnight wanderer.. these are not things that all of us would do. Mega props to you!
I usually ride alone, and will always meet a few people for a good chat along the way.. but typically keep to my self more or less. But you've taught me a lesson: strangers are just friends who you have not met yet.
I don't have the gift of the gab like you must do, but need to put my self out there for these chance encounters.
Thank you for all your words so far, and looking forward to the next installment once you have the time
Suzi XF650 "Freewind"
moto rrad screwed with this post 01-26-2015 at 12:14 PM
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Kyrgyzstan national flag also is a flag with a meaning, the center is that of a yurt when inside looking up at the cross section supports
You can see the top section of the yurt to the left has a separate cover which is removed when cooking or also to let daylight enter in.
It is this top center the traditional cross member wooden supports which are on the national flag. If you ever have the change to go inside a traditional Kyrgyzstan Yurt look up and you will see what i mean
(Photo taken later on in this trip in South Krgyz)
So as i mentioned i just got pass the customs procedure with was very friendly on both the Kazak side and the Kygyz side
There must off been around 50+ people waiting to enter from Kazak to Kygyz and when the guard sent me to the front of the line it felt a little awkward pushing in in front of all these people.
So i then headed along the rode and on the side was lots of people with there hand out asking for a ride, i stopped and a young Krgyz boy got on the back and around 10 minutes later he tapped me on the shoulder and point to the small back roads i should go down
when he got off i asked him for directions to Bishkek in which he gave me.
I would carry on like this for a few hours dropping one person off and picking another up as i headed towards Bishkek
I arrived in the early hours in Bishkek and nothing was open just trucks collecting rubbish on the side of the roads
I would ride up many roads looking for a hotel........... This is when all of a sudden a massive stomach ache came on, i think eating local food in villages had caught up with me and now i needed to find a toilet fast.
I started to look for any 24 hour cafes but there were none open so then i slowly headed into the back roads of Bishkek into small homes made out of tin and rough brick blocks maybe like a shanty town as i was riding along side a small river bed
I saw a small hut that was a toilet and went in, now the toilets in this part of the world and mostly just small wooden huts with a hole dug out in the center where you would squat down to use the toilet
I would be using this toilet often and then going back out, i then laid on the ground with the worse stomach ache i had had in a long time
It was at this point i noticed someone watching me it was a young Krgyz women holding a baby.......... She was staring at my curiously and then waved me to come towards her.
I started to walk towards her and she then walked ahead of me and started to walk around a corner
As i walked in her direction i stopped to look at my bike which had my jacket ,gloves & helmet laid on the handle bars
I was thinking maybe i should push it with me as my jacket had my passport in the pocket along with bank cards and other important items and my bike still had the keys in but i decided to follow her around the corner and leave it all there as i was to ill to worry
Well around the corner was a water pump and the young women holding her baby in one hand made hand signs with the other to sit down in front of the pump and she then pumped it with one hand so the water was flowing and i started drinking the water and washing my face.
I then stopped but she could tell i was ill and directed me to carry on drinking the water.
After she pointed towards my bike and suggested i should bring it so i went back to get it and when i got back she was waiting but with out her baby and was pointing at her self saying Dome Dome (i think its Russian for home) and for me to follow
We got to a small shed which had a mattress in which i was directed to lay down in which i did, i laid down and fell asleep almost instantly
A few hours later she woke me up with hot tea to drink and after this i felt alot better
Well after the tea i decided to head off as now it was late morning and i would find a hotel and wifi as i would need to find the location of the Tajik embassy to apply for my tajik/pamir visa
I remember back in Kazakhstan i was given around $50 dollars in which i tried to refuse to take but the 2 big guys insisted
(Previously in this trip back in Kazakhstan) Me and the dudes, when the big guy says your keeping the money you keep the money) http://advrider.com/forums/showpost....&postcount=633
I don't think it was ethically right for me to use this "free" money, i was brought up in a hard working family taught by my father you must work hard for your "own" money and if you ever owe a debt you must pay it off before you eat and other such old school ethics. At 5 years old i had a car washing racket down my local street and as i grew older i moved onto repairing old push bikes we collected from the scrap yards to then selling used CB radios (old school mobile phones back then ) or digging holes for waste pipes for builders at weekend ends and so on.
This "free" money even if the intention was good was a heavy weight in my pocket so i handed it to the women who helped me, she refused but i made hand gestures to buy something for the baby and she smiled and i left it on the side before i left.
I then would ride around looking for a hotel, i arrived at a market place and asked a local oldish women who then directed me to a block of flats and told me to wait outside, she was gone for awhile and i started to fall asleep i was still weak from being ill so whilst sitting on my motorbike i crossed my hands to rest my head on the handle bars lying with my weight the kick stand side.
I must of fell into a deep sleep as i shifted my weight to the other side and woke up to a crash as i fell over with the bike crashing down on top of me, i had a big pain in my right side pelvis and locals rushed to lift the bike of me.
I got up embarrassed hoping on one leg thinking to my self my trip could be over due to falling asleep on my motorbike and breaking my leg
Luckily it was nothing serious just bruising, i decided to go and just check into the first hotel i saw.
I went to a big hotel and went to check in but had no money and asked if i could leave my bags there while i go find a cash machine in which they agreed, i just took my small daysack back pack and headed off on the sputnik explorer
I went to a cash machine and whist there did a quick oil check and the bike was reading no oil on the dip stick again!!!
I decided to try find a shop that sells oil first and went to one motor shop but they had none, in the shop was a man buying some parts and we got talking even though we did not understand each others language much
He told me to leave my bike there and i was to come with him to get some oil, we went to a lock up which locals work out off and got some oil 10/40
We then went back to the motorbike and he suggest i should wash it and took me to a garage to wash it who was his friend. he then made a phone call to his son who spoke English and he translated if i need anything i must not hesitate to call them and they will help me and he wrote his sons phone number down for me and then went on his way, he was a real kind man
So i got the bike washed
The owner was called Pavel who was also a biker
Pavel asked me if i needed anything else as he would help. i explained i needed to find a bike mechanic to try find out why my bike is again reading no oil on the dip stick.
He tried to help himself
Also took of my rear tank as it had a stress crack along the weld haz area so needed grinding/re-welding
Pavel called his friend who i followed on the R1 to a man called Oleg who is a specialist in repairing super bikes
Oleg was busy on another job but made a phone call to a enduro/motorcross specialist called Ali..
So we then went to another set of garages to meet Ali
Ali turned up with another large man called Valdmir and Ali got out and opened his garage up and as no work was happening today i was told i must put my bike in his garage where it will be safe
Ali then showed me numerous photos on his garage wall, i saw one of a Polish guy called Sambour who i had asked for information before crossing Kazakhstan. If Ali knew him then he must be a serious bike mechanic so i was in safe hands
Ali then showed me a calendar on his wall
I recognized the man on the calendar to that of the youtube video i saw back when i was working in Australia that inspired me to head to this part of the world, it was of a man called Izi who was Sambours friend
Text taken from second page of this blog on when i was stating the reason for taking such a trip:
I then started searching various forums to plan my trip and that is when i found out (from this forum) the video that inspired me the most to travel was that of a Polish biker called Izi who lost his life in Tajikstan, this short video clip made a big impression on me and was a big deciding factor to do my bike trip from the amazing photos, reading this i felt sad like i had lost a friend even though i never knew this man.........Post 19:http://advrider.com/forums/showpost....5&postcount=19
This video i came across by chance on your tube after a random night searching the internet was the main deciding factor of me now being where i was now. it was the deciding factor in quitting my job in Oz flying home doing my bike test and heading off to where i was now
Here is the video, maybe after watching you guys will head out this way!!!