BMW Off-Road Trip to Portugal - Report & Pics

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I recently came back from the first BMW Off-Road Tour of Portugal and thought you fellow GSers might like a report on the trip. This was the first time this trip had been run and was so new it had missed the main tour book that BMW publish.

The format was a 10 day tour leaving from Plymouth on the Santander ferry with then 8 days riding. One day was taken on road getting to Portugal and back so there were 6 days riding of which 4 were mainly off-road.

Being the first time the trip had been run and it not being in BMW’s main brochure there were only 4 of us making up the motley crew. But as is often the case in life, less was more!

For those of you eager to know where I went wrong I’ve added a section at the end.

Day One

Being the sort of chap that prefers not to cut arrival times too thin, I left the house in Brighton for the blast down to Plymouth just after 9am. Although I’ve got the Vario panniers, I don’t have the inner bags so I decided to travel fairly light and use one of the Ortlieb waterproof bags and a cargo net as well as a Touratech tank bag.

Being a bit gadget mad, I’d got my PDA running TomTom in the tankbag cover as well as a Bluetooth GPS receiver and my trusty iPod. I’d also bought a 1-4 cigarette lighter adapter unit from Maplins that was velcroed inside the tank bag to power the various units. This was then plugged into the accessory socket. [I knew this would probably be a bad move, and so it turned out to be!]

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Ready for the off.

With all the various wires to my helmet and tank bag one of the other chaps quipped that “Your tankbag looks more like the bridge of the starship feckin’ Enterprise!”

The ride was mechanically uneventful, other than the accessory socket having its usual on/off problem leading to me turning off the PDA running TomTom so as to save batteries – but losing speed camera warnings. Ohh, it did start to rain, of course!

Having arrived at Plymouth I boarded the boat and got the bike safely strapped down (watch the painted floors they’re slippy when wet). Lugging too much gear it was a struggle to find the cabin. I’d met my cabin mate (Gary) in the queue for the ferry, so after deciding who got what bunk we dumped our gear and headed for the upper decks to meet up with the others. And so it was that after a few phone calls the intrepid explorers met up.

Julian – The founder of Motocadia, a company specialising in on and off-road tours of Portugal and our on road guide for the next 9 days. Julian had researched the hotels and bars, found the mountain guide and been lent a 1200GS by World of BMW. Could come in handy for spares later I thought.

Phil – Probably one of the funniest guys I’ve ever met, even if he is Welsh! Always smiling, a market trader for many years and also runs a cash and carry, riding an 1150 Adventure with 30K on the clock.

Stuart – A guy with about every letter possible on his drivers license, Stu specialises in moving the immovable. Out to prove that guys with a sub 30 inch inside leg could still ride a GS, Stuart has a 1200 with cast wheels!

Gary – A marketing consultant and rider of a 1200GSA with all the options and gear. Unfortunately the only one to suffer any machine related problems.

Myself – John – A part time business development consultant and aspiring helicopter instructor. Riding a 1200GS with a few mods, and soon to be nicknamed Gadget.

Following a briefing from Julian we all went for an explore and then the better sailors met up later for dinner. The crossing was fairly smooth and after a few beers I even slept.

Day 2

After a leisurely breakfast and a wander around, outside the coast of Northern Spain slowly slid into view. This day had the highest mileage as we had to get through Northern Spain and cross the border into Portugal, a total distance of 325 with a start time of around 1pm. In order to eat up the miles the direct route via Palencia, Valladolid and Salamanca was used before crossing into Portugal (getting back an hour) to our hotel at Guarda.

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Some nice pads in Santander.

The road is having a huge amount of money spent on it (probably mainly from us and Germany!) so some sections are a dream whilst others fall back onto the ‘old road’. Other than the drone of the TKC80s and a slowly numbing bum, there was little to report until all of us pulled out having read the road as having become a dual carriageway, only to discover a local in a pick up coming straight for us! With each of us having that little less time to swerve, Gary at the back was able to tell the colour of the Spaniard’s eyes before he hauled his Adventure out of the way.

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A quick fuel & water stop.

The Hotel Lusitania Park at Guarda was superb. Quite why you’d build a 4 star hotel in Guarda is beyond me, but after a quick dip in the pool and a session in the steam room I was feeling in need of some beer and food. Once again the hotel did not disappoint. The restaurant had a few other Portuguese diners with a superb buffet of local dishes and desserts.

After a few beers in the bar (we were the only people there!) it was off to my spacious room – a complete contrast to the previous night’s cabin! I thought to myself that if all the hotels were like this we were in for a real treat.

Day 3

We woke up to a beautifully sunny day. As with all the hotels, breakfast was a buffet of cereals, pastries, fruit, yoghurt, cold meats and something hot resembling (but not tasting) like bacon and scrambled egg.

After getting our bikes out of the secure parking we set off from Guarda towards Covilha. The roads swept through the lower hills of Serra de Estrella mountains and provided the first real opportunity to give the TKC80s some stick.

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View over Guarda from the hotel.

After a brief stop at the castle ruins in Covilha we rode one of the best sweeping roads I’ve ever come across. Mile after mile of stunning views (only briefly glimpsed on the straights), every corner imaginable, superb tarmac and almost no other traffic! By the time we reached our hotel in Avo I was beginning to wonder if the tyres would last the trip as the knobbles on the rear seemed to be half what they were 2 days ago!

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Phil & Stuart on the road to Avo.

It was here at the Hotel Quinta da Geia that we met up with Alex, our guide for the off-road stages in the mountains and, handily, a qualified nurse. After a leisurely lunch at the hotel we set off all eager to get to the crux of the holiday. Unfortunately all did not go well, within 15 minutes we’d had one off and Phil had picked up a rip in the side wall of his front tyre. With 2 tyre plugs wedged into it along with copious adhesive we managed to get 10-15 psi into the tyre, enough to get Phil back to the hotel. Being as the only one with tools on them was me in my ‘Star Trek’ tankbag, the boys soon became glad to have ‘gadget’ with them!

The rest of us carried on whilst the Alex took Phil back before blasting back to rejoin us at a village in the mountains.

The rest of the afternoon was spent on some tracks that had been made difficult by a heavy storm a few weeks earlier. This had flowed down the tracks washing away a lot of the smaller soil and rocks and leaving large gullies with lots of loose rocks. I found this a bit of a challenge, but didn’t fall off. Others faired less well and there was some concern in the group that if every day was like this it was going to be a survival course and not a holiday.

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Hillside village.

As it turned out, these were probably the hardest tracks on the holiday and demonstrated how adverse weather in the mountains can turn an easy trail into a real struggle when you’re riding something as large as a GS.

Once back at the hotel Alex (being an A1 Geezer) took Phil’s front wheel to get it properly patched and an inner tube inserted.

The evening was spent on the veranda eating a superb meal in the warm air with carafes of red wine and Phil’s 24x7 stand-up routine.

Mileage for the day was around 115, of which 15-20 were off-road.

Day 4

After a night in a 4 poster bed (this hotel was also a great find), we had breakfast and prepared for a day in the hills and mountains around Gois. Alex had got Phil’s front tyre repaired so we re-installed the front wheel and were off. We’d been told by the hotel owner that the weather was not looking good for the following few days and this might be the last of the 28 Degree days.

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Surveying where we planned to go.

Once again Phil decided to start the day with a puncture! This time at the top of a mountain with the wind blowing through at around 30 knots! This time the puncture was in his rear tyre at the base of a knobble and was just about fixable with a plug and 2/3rds of a can of tyre weld.

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Top of the world!

The areas of the mountains we were in had been less affected by the storm and the trails were great. Mile after mile of differing terrain offering a good challenge to your average GS rider as well as too many views to photograph.

With confidence in my GS’s abilities growing I took on a steep slope that the bike would have been capable of mastering, but sadly I was not. After the first stop and loss of balance I picked the bike up and tried to get going again, however, with little momentum it was not long till I was off again, this time with my leg stuck under the bike. No harm was done and after Alex had lifted the bike off of me, I put into action the hill recovery training I’d learnt on a Welsh quarry side with Mr. Pavey and his crew of reprobates.

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Stuart attacks a hill.

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Coming back down. Must try harder next time!

Lunch looked like it was going to be a relaxed affair in the sunshine until the locals descended on mass and decided to hold the ‘All Portugal’ table football championship. It was good that our Portuguese was poor as I’m sure most of the yelling was fairly abusive. Suitably refreshed we headed back into the mountains riding past massive high tech wind farms on the ridges before dropping into the valleys and seeing tiny villages with narrow cobbled streets that hadn’t changed in many a year.

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Tiny villages.

With it being a dry hot(ish) day and the dust coming up off the tracks I was very glad I’d brought my CamelBak. Being in the mountains there were few opportunities to get water if you’d failed to bring enough with you.

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Wooded section.

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After a wonderful afternoon’s riding it was back to the hotel for some well earned beers, before a cleansing shower. By now my Tech 10 boots were beginning to hum a bit, however quarantining them in the bathroom was still enough to save the room becoming a health hazard!

As I ate some superb tiger prawns outside in the warm, still evening air it seemed that the forecast of rain was misplaced. Little did we know that the rain that had been forecast was the remnants of a tropical storm that had skirted the USA and then headed across the Atlantic towards Europe.

Mileage 65 of which 35 was off-road.

Day 5

It would be wrong to say I woke, because I’d been restless and couldn’t sleep. Something was brewing and at around 3am it arrived. Heralded by the banging of shutters and the sound of patio furniture being turned over, the storm arrived.

By breakfast the winds had died down to be replaced by a steady rain. As be packed the luggage onto our bikes the steady rain became a torrent. And so it stayed as we wound our way towards Gois, where we planned to leave our luggage whilst we headed into the mountains once more.

Today the sweeping bends were not so inviting on knobbly tyres with mud, leaves and rocks being washed over many an apex. We all managed to stay safely on two wheels, unlike the poor occupants of a pick-up truck that we passed on its roof in a ditch.

After around an hour we plashed our way into the outskirts of Gois and took refuge in a covered petrol station with attached café. Here boots were emptied, gloves wrung out and both bikes and riders refuelled. Phil’s rear tyre was once again losing air so we took some time to use the remainder of the Tyre Weld to seal it again.

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Slippery when wet!

After an hour or so and a couple of strong coffees, the clouds started to lift, the rain eased and it began to look as if we might be able to salvage the afternoon’s riding. We rode to Alex’s house where we left our luggage and took a quick ride along some muddy tracks to see how the bikes handled. The answer was that the TKCs became quickly clogged and the bike began to move around underneath you with little control.

We began to feel that the afternoon was going to be a washout. However, Alex assured us that the mud would be less on the tracks he’d planned and so off we set. Our group had changed as Gary had decided in the morning to go straight to the next hotel in Coimbra but we had been joined the previous night by Louis, a Portuguese chap from Lisbon who (bravely I thought) wanted to come play with some British GSers in the mud!

As the trails dried we made our way further up and over the mountains, splashing through great puddles and generally having too much fun!

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Stuart - A 'dirty little man'.

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Phil's GS takes a bath.

Just before lunch we stopped at an olive oil press hidden in some run down buildings on the edge of a village. Here the locals still press their own oil using basic waterwheel powered grinders and presses. It must be wonderful stuff – but they can’t sell it to you for fear of some Brussels bureaucrat closing the press down. Apparently others have been burned in the past for selling oil that has not been produced to EU standards.

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Forget moonshine - even olive oil's illegal!

Lunch once again was in a local restaurant serving traditional fare, before winding our way through miles more wooded and rocky trails eventually ending up back at Alex’s to collect our luggage.

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Stuart has a minor off.

With bikes and boots covered in mud we then rode on to, arguably, the most prestigious hotel on the tour, the Quinta das Lagrimas in Coimbra. Oh the joy they must have felt as 5 filthy bikers traipsed over their lovely carpets in mud clad MX boots. On opening my Ortlieb bag I was pleased to find that it had remained perfectly waterproof through the most torrential rain.

The rooms were superb as were the facilities of the hotel. After showering and disposing of a couple of beers in the bar we headed into town to go to a Brazilian restaurant, a suggestion of both Julian and Louis. These restaurants are no place for a vegetarian or white meat eater as they serve course after course of cuts of beef, boar, sausages, and for some strange reason, pineapple! Each different cut comes out skewered and are carved by the waiter at your table. You pay a fixed price and the meat keeps coming till you can take no more. We all left feeling like Mr. Creosote!

65 miles on road, 25 off.

Day 6

After breakfast we headed for the bikes ready for the Serra da Lousa mountains. However, Phil’s rear was once again flat and tyre weld no longer seemed enough. With the help of Louis we found a local Yamaha dealer who patched the hole and fitted an inner tube. This was of course done at a Portuguese pace!

We then rode a superb road along the river before meeting up with Alex and heading off road once more. Perhaps it was because this was to be our last day off road, or maybe we’d all become more confident, either way this was to be the day with the most offs!

To start with I looked too long at a deep rainwater gully that had worn its way down the track we were descending. I then thought “that’s deep, don’t let the wheels drop into it”. At which point of course they did! I should have got a pic of the bike as it was wedged in and could stand up on its own.

Stuart and Phil had a couple of minor offs too, but the crash of the trip went to Louis who, having splashed through one muddy, puddle tried to gun it through a ‘thicker’ one – only for the rear end to overtake the front and throw him into the middle of it. Looking like some 1970s Dr .Who Mud Monster, he truly had been off-roading now.

Shortly before lunch Alex pointed up a slope and said he thought we could all make it to the top. Always one for a challenge I set off, snicking the GS into 2nd and holding about 3,000rpm. The hill was endless. After what seemed like a couple of minutes I was beginning to breathe heavily with the exertion of hanging on. The bike was bucking as it searched for grip and still the hill continued. Wondering if I had the stamina to make it to the top, the immortal words of one of the instructors from Wales came to me – “Ride it like you fecking stole it!”

The euphoria of realising I’d almost completed the climb was great. I jumped of the bike and ran back to get a couple of pictures of the others with a smile bigger than a Cheshire cat. At the top we were all excitedly recounting our hill climb experiences. Although this wasn’t the highest point we’d ridden to, it sure felt like a summit!

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Another hilltop, another survey post to climb!

After another fantastic Portuguese lunch we fuelled up and then headed for more peaks. On one we took a group photo, but the strangest had to be the one with a communications outpost and a tarmac runway! We thought about a side by side drag race, but they remembered the grey 12s are much quicker and bottled out. Still it was good for a bit of wheelie practice.

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Miles of unspoilt mountain & not a ranger, copper or whinging rambler in sight!

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EasyJet's new airport. Only a short taxi ride from nowhere!

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Stunning scenery, stunning guy!

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Stuart, me, Alex, Phil & Louis.

Unfortunately, from that point it was all downhill. Down to a local town where we said goodbye to Alex, our mountain guide. Alex had arranged for the local dealer to also fit road tyres to Phil’s bike so as not to risk the plugs on the tarmac of the rest of the trip.

Back at the hotel we also said our goodbyes to Louis who headed for his home in Lisbon. After another hot and sweaty day I decided that my boots were now toxic and could no longer share the room with me so I put them outside to air. After freshening up it was once again out to eat, this time at a nice Italian restaurant on the river.

It began to rain steadily – my boots began to fill steadily.

95 miles, 30 off road.

Day 7

After recovering the boots from the balcony it was clear they’d be wet in the morning, however, it would have made little difference as shortly after we set off it started heavily raining. We’d been joined by Pedro, the president of the BMW owners club of Portugal riding a big LT for this leg to Porto.

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Ready for the ride to Porto.

The plan had been to ride a number of sweeping roads through the countryside, however, in the rain we decided the best option was to take the motorway and arrive earlier. As the ride progressed we slowly lost Gary off the back of the group. At a fuel stop he commented that his 1200GSA would no longer pull through 4,000rpm. Because of this we got split up and Pedro called to say that he would take Gary to the BMW dealer in Porto to have the bike looked at whilst we continued to the hotel.

The Hotel Boa Vista was not as grand as the three previous hotels, but from the roof terrace the view out over the Atlantic was superb. Gary and Pedro arrived around an hour later, the fault being diagnosed as a faulty spark plug.

We then headed into town for a late lunch at a restaurant overlooking the river before having a tour of the Sandeman Port Cellars. Porto is a fantastic place, full of charm, the bustle of a modern city squeezing into the narrow cobbled streets from a more ancient time. Certainly worth spending a long weekend seeing.

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View of Porto from the South side of the river Douro.

Dinner was taken once again at a superb Portuguese restaurant on the southern bank of the river. After a wander across a dramatic arched bridge it was back to the hotel for a couple of drinks before bed.

Mileage 175.

Day 8

The plan today was to head along the Douro valley before climbing to the Torre, the highest point in Portugal. Then via the Zezere and Estrela valleys to head to Salamanca in Spain. However, once again persistent rain meant that after only covering 60 miles in 1.5 hours through the Duoro valley we chose to pick up the motorway to Salamanca. We were now truly heading home.

Salamanca proved to be another gem of a city. With our bikes drying in the secure parking – the mountain mud having been blasted off by the persistent rain, we headed out for our last ‘true’ night away.

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Main square in Salamanca.

Having taken a stroll around the fabulous square and surrounding streets, we found ourselves camped at the bar in an Irish pub where the Guiness seemed to get better the more you drunk! With free bar snacks provided, a live football match and plenty of eye candy we decided to skip the final meal and just drink. There was a promotion on Guiness and for every pint you drank you got a token towards a range of luggage. We left with two wheely flight bags, two rucksacks and three carry bags. I think that when we worked it out it equated to 37 pints – between 5 of us.

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The Little Devil made us drink it all. Honest.

280 Miles.

Day 9

There seemed to be some confusion as to what time breakfast was. This may have been due to Spain being an hour ahead of Portugal, but probably had more to do with the thumping hangovers we were all nursing.

Gingerly we set of for Santander, our only blessing being that it wasn’t raining for a change!

Arriving in plenty of time for the boat we checked in and found our cabins, then queued for an early booking at Le Flora restaurant (worth doing). After the previous evenings shenanigans, dinner seemed a sombre affair, though the buffet was good.

Following a couple of after dinner drinks Stuart, Phil and myself found ourselves laughing at the cabaret acts at the main bar, Le Grand Pavois. Looking back at the previous days we all agreed that whilst the on road sections of the last few days had been spoilt by the weather, the off-road riding had been superb. We all vowed to do it again next year!

Oh, and before Stuart or Phil posts, I did get pulled by a 75 year old granny for a dance. She clearly had taste.

240 miles.

Day 10

After some ribbing for being the 1st prize in the OAPs grab a toyboy competition we had a light breakfast before watching Plymouth appear through a bank of sea fog. Then it was on with the gear and pack the bags on the bike for one last time before the ride home.

Having cleared customs we met up at Exeter services to say our goodbyes and head our own ways. iPod playing a random selection of my 3* and above tunes, the GS and I headed for Brighton.

The Trip Overall

There were rumours that this trip wouldn’t happen because the numbers were too low. However, those that withdrew their booking because of this missed a rare treat. Yes, there are cheaper ways of ‘doing Portugal’, but the luxury of the hotels and expertise of the mountain guide made this trip well worth the money. The trip had clearly been well planned and was a credit to World of BMW / Motocadia.

We all made it back without any injuries and only minor scratches on the bikes. I’m sure if this were not the case there would be those that quickly began to feel a long way from home. That said ALL the Portuguese people we met were glad to see us and often went out of their way to help us. [To be honest there was one injury, Julian slipped over in his shower and hurt his ribs. It gave us a perverse pleasure to watch him wince whenever Phil made us laugh!]

The weather did its best to get our spirits down on some days, but the group of people were all so high spirited that even being soaked through seemed to only add to the fun. With Phil’s 10 day stand-up routine raising smiles constantly the trip was over all too quickly.

Is this the next step up from the Wales Off-Road Training? Well yes and no. No, because nothing tackled on this trip was beyond the ability of anyone who had completed the Level 1 training competently on a 1200 (or 650 if that’s what they ride). Yes, because you’re now on your own bike with the consequences of bending it, in a foreign country where you almost undoubtedly don’t speak the lingo and miles from the nearest major city, an authorised BMW agent and home! Then there are the personal injury worries.

Would I go again? Phil, Stuart and myself are already talking about which dates suit best!

Things I’m Glad I Did
  • Fastboy footpegs, a must if you’re out of the saddle all day
  • Touratech folding gearchange (the standard BMW one is too easily broken and offers poor feel in MX boots).
  • Bar risers, still could have been a bit higher. This would need new brake hoses though and may cause clashes with the screen.
  • Bigger screen with Tobinators
  • Took a good toolkit
  • Changed my BMW cylinder head protectors for Motech crash bars.
  • Wore a body armour suit which then allowed me to choose the type of top / jacket I wanted to wear based on the weather.
  • Took my Camelbak

Thinks I wish I’d Done
  • Put Ultraseal or something similar in the tyres – I spent too much time worrying about getting a puncture.
  • Had the time to wire my 1-4 cigarette lighter adapter into the 12V feed for my Autocom which runs off of the main battery via a relay.
  • Had my Vario luggage with the inner bags. This would have allowed luggage to be securely left on the bike or only one bag taken in. My solution had nothing that was secure, so theft was always a worry. That said, I was very pleased with the performance of the Ortlieb bag, which never let a drop of water in, and happy I’d spent the money on it. [Santa, if you’re out there, a set of Vario inner bags please!]
  • Switched off my ABS so I could get more used to sliding the back into downhill corners etc.
  • Not left my boots on the balcony!

Contact Details
  • You can obviously contact me via this site.
  • If you want details of next years BMW trip I guess it’s on their web site or in their 2007 brochure.
  • I believe Julian (Motocadia) is also arranging the same trip via some BMW dealers. You can contact Julian at info@motocadia.com or on 07771 904524.
 
Fantastic sounding trip thanks for the write up.
re taking your vario cases next time, I would suggest not - if you are doing a lot of offroad.
If you have a tipover you will almost certainly break them. I have seen the carnage on the Oz GS safari. Also with hard cases on the back you run the risk of leg injury if you put you foot down when crossing technical patches.
I think you have the best solution with the Ortlieb - despite the security issues.
 
JasonT said:
... must have taken you hours!

Yeah, it did! :loopy

aspad said:
... re taking your vario cases next time, I would suggest not - if you are doing a lot of offroad.

We didn't have to carry the luggage off-road, so the vario's should be OK. I'd agree that they're not up to off-road work. There are many that say the top boxes aren't even up to on-road riding. :D
 
Great write up.

Enjoyed your article.....................agree about vario cases (which are c*** anyway) Sell 'em and get some proper boxes, they then become a help not a hindrance when off road(except on really narrow tracks)................easier to pick the bike up and they act like crash bars, :beer: :beer:

aspad said:
Fantastic sounding trip thanks for the write up.
re taking your vario cases next time, I would suggest not - if you are doing a lot of offroad.
If you have a tipover you will almost certainly break them. I have seen the carnage on the Oz GS safari. Also with hard cases on the back you run the risk of leg injury if you put you foot down when crossing technical patches.
I think you have the best solution with the Ortlieb - despite the security issues.
 
What a fantastic trip and write up... thanks for taking the time to share...

The trails looked amazing.... and well organised...

Nice one.... :thumb



Took me back to the Picos this summer...
 
What a fantastic write up. Thanks for taking the time to do that.

You were the only one carrying tools :eek:

Where did the others think they were going? the shops? :nenau
 
Phil on the 1150 had a tool kit because it was the model before BMW became tight wads. Other than that it was the standard 1200 tool kit (useless, you can't even change a spark plug) and one puncture repair outfit with a couple of CO2 bulbs, but no pump. :rolleyes:
 
Hi John,

Good write up!!! I am planing to do a similer trip to the Pryrennees, could the trip be done on normal Mez tourances tyres? Or do you have to have the TKC80s? What are the TKC80s like on tarmac? Never used them before!!

Sounds like that trip was fantastic and dont feel your alone with the gadgets as my 1200gsa has the same with the tank bag stuff :thumb

Mick
 
Hi John,

Excellent write up and brilliant photo's.. Makes me jealous..

I had similar concerns about security on my camping trip, I used the vario panniers but also used a pacsafe on my oxford bag, and bungeed the whole lot onto the rear over the panniers.
 

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Firebird I've just caught up with this thread. It really was an interesting read backed with some very good pictures.

It was good to read your conclusion paragraph at the end of the report. Some very good tips for the discerning GS traveller.

Thank you for sharing :)
 
MickTabs said:
I am planing to do a similer trip to the Pryrennees, could the trip be done on normal Mez tourances tyres? Or do you have to have the TKC80s? What are the TKC80s like on tarmac?

Mick, I'm sure the tourances would be much better on the road, particularly in the wet. However, the same wet weather off-road could leave you really struggling. I have been thinking about putting a road tyre on the rear for the ride to where ever (leaving the front TKC on), but carrying a TKC tyre to fit once you've arrived. This would save the wear to the rear and a fair amount of vibration.

My worry is that the differences in grip between the two types of rubber could lead me to be too bold in corners and have the front wash out. Also the two grip levels might cause the GS to handle poorly.

Thoughts? :mmmm
 
Firebird said:
Mick, I'm sure the tourances would be much better on the road, particularly in the wet. However, the same wet weather off-road could leave you really struggling. I have been thinking about putting a road tyre on the rear for the ride to where ever (leaving the front TKC on), but carrying a TKC tyre to fit once you've arrived. This would save the wear to the rear and a fair amount of vibration.

My worry is that the differences in grip between the two types of rubber could lead me to be too bold in corners and have the front wash out. Also the two grip levels might cause the GS to handle poorly.

Thoughts? :mmmm

I would not want to mix the tourances with the TKC as you said and i belive your correct it would cause some real handling problems IMHO. :thumb However having little experiance off road with a set of tourances i was wondering if i would be seeing more of the floor and slipping off all the time? :mmmm

I think its eaither one or the other!!!! :eek: Thanks for the info it would be good to hear from someone who has actually tried both types off road and would the tourances cope with heavey off road work? :D

Thanks dude!!!!!
 
Nice one , enjoyed the read and the pics , looks like you had a great time all the best ozz :thumb
 
Tip my hat to you......

John, great write up and photos.
Getting more and more inspired by all you 'Tossers' that take the GS's off road. :clap Must get mine prepped for it. Better put a shopping list together........:rolleyes:
 
Thanks for the write up. You guys haad a great time.
Given me food for thought over my next away pass.
 


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