Two bikes, one wholly reliable 1150GSA and one kinda reliable 1200GS, two British expats, 10,000 Antipodeans, mainly good weather...
Enroute, we could have been riding through England:
ExpatIstanbul's bike was always likely to play up, so we brought something more reliable... and powerful...
A stop at Gelibolu (Gallipoli town) for some snacks and we were accosted by some local hoodies
before heading to ANZAC COVE to camp out in readiness for the Dawn Service.
It was a bit busy... if you've been before, its hard to imagine 7500 people in that area. To think there were approx 1million soldiors (both sides combined) on the peninsula in trenches and constantly firing guns at each other is mind boggling. They believe the longest period without gunshot was 12 seconds for the entire duration of the campaign.
And the sunsets aren't bad either
And as night fell, it got colder. Those in the know had brought sleeping bags, though no other camping equipment was allowed.
We had come prepared with... well nothing really except the bike kit we were in and a couple of flasks which we weren't meant to have...
The majority of people stay up all night being entertained by military band music from WW1 and excerpts of Gallipoli documentaries.
So the following day we were only in fit state for a gentle ride around the peninsula. This is me just south of Eceabat
And the on to the Cannakale Sehitleri Abidesi memorial for the Turkish soldiers - about double the Allied losses - 86,692 dead, 164,617 wounded
each stone represents about 40 people...
After almost running out of petrol before getting to Helles Point (where the British Memorial is), we decided to head back to Eceabat for some juice. ExpatIstanbul filled all three of his tanks to the brim before heading over the road to the Boomerang Bar and Cafe which seemed to have a few tents parked outside.
It turned out that it was an annual meeting spot for Aussie Overlanders attending the ANZAC ceremony and there were over 100 of them there camping out, drinking beer and ready to party. Lucky for us, because the recent fuel addition highlighted a problem with some fuel lines on the 12GS which they helped to help fix with some spare piping they had. It was therefore rude not to stay
and after that... well, it was all a bit of a blur. 
Enroute, we could have been riding through England:
ExpatIstanbul's bike was always likely to play up, so we brought something more reliable... and powerful...
A stop at Gelibolu (Gallipoli town) for some snacks and we were accosted by some local hoodies
before heading to ANZAC COVE to camp out in readiness for the Dawn Service.
It was a bit busy... if you've been before, its hard to imagine 7500 people in that area. To think there were approx 1million soldiors (both sides combined) on the peninsula in trenches and constantly firing guns at each other is mind boggling. They believe the longest period without gunshot was 12 seconds for the entire duration of the campaign.
And the sunsets aren't bad either
And as night fell, it got colder. Those in the know had brought sleeping bags, though no other camping equipment was allowed.
We had come prepared with... well nothing really except the bike kit we were in and a couple of flasks which we weren't meant to have...
The majority of people stay up all night being entertained by military band music from WW1 and excerpts of Gallipoli documentaries.
So the following day we were only in fit state for a gentle ride around the peninsula. This is me just south of Eceabat
And the on to the Cannakale Sehitleri Abidesi memorial for the Turkish soldiers - about double the Allied losses - 86,692 dead, 164,617 wounded
each stone represents about 40 people...
After almost running out of petrol before getting to Helles Point (where the British Memorial is), we decided to head back to Eceabat for some juice. ExpatIstanbul filled all three of his tanks to the brim before heading over the road to the Boomerang Bar and Cafe which seemed to have a few tents parked outside.
It turned out that it was an annual meeting spot for Aussie Overlanders attending the ANZAC ceremony and there were over 100 of them there camping out, drinking beer and ready to party. Lucky for us, because the recent fuel addition highlighted a problem with some fuel lines on the 12GS which they helped to help fix with some spare piping they had. It was therefore rude not to stay
and after that... well, it was all a bit of a blur. 
