Ktm Gigolo

Out of Tajikistan is easy peasy.. I watch a couple of Tajik soldiers playing football. This is one of the highest border crossing in the world but they play like they're at sea level. A cold and exposed place even in the summer. Take your boots off and step inside to the welcome of a wave of heat from the fire and the smells of cooking, nutty brown faces in the shadows. NASA should send their prospective Mars astronauts to places like these.. living on top of each other in isolation for long periods.

There are 25km of nomansland here before you get to Kyrgyzstan, but there are people living in the occasional hut and small farm along the route.. not something I've seen before. I wonder how that works..





The road is the perfect shit/spectacular mix and any pain of having your bollocks bashed by the seat is easily distracted by the spectacular scenery. I've always loved Kyrgyzstan. Other countries have their spectacular parts by in Kyrgyzstan it's just everywhere. Get the border.. boots off again .. into the 'office'. Nobody here again and the guard is a lovely bloke.. he just tells us to sit down and he fills in all the paperwork for us. This border isn't computerised so he writes little notes all over the customs forms to make sure we can leave with no problem.


We're meeting some other riders in Osh.. congregating for the next piece of the jigsaw. The sun is dropping an it's windy and cold. We're riding through the groves in the mountains, racing the shadows. Get to Osh and it's the usual .. why the fuck don't they just save their money and forget about traffic lights completely. They've tried them, but they just don't work round here. Nobody gives a toss. Put yourself in London mode.. push.. shove.. and dare the traffic .. it's the only way through. Get to a big overland hostel on the outskirts and meet our first rider. He's come over from London and been here a while. I don't think we're going to get on... and I've not got off my bike yet..



We're early..about 5/6 days early.. You need contingency on these trips and we've not used any. Travelling in a pair reduces the likely hood of problems.. unless one is riding the Devil's daughter of course .. but we've done ok so far.

We decide to spend a couple of days here to rest up. I hate resting up... resting makes me restless ...

Get up.. breakfast.. looks good.. looks 'normal' for a change. There are a varied collection of people here as usual, including the 'I speak in a loud voice and love to tell everyone all about myself and never let anyone else get a word in edgeways' knob... I could probably fit a fist in sideways mate so beware .. I know I shouldn't get wound up by these muppets but they just grip my shit .. they waste my life ..

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Our room is right next to the toilets and they seem to be the busiest room in the place. Judging by the smell there are a lot of people busy turning their bowels inside out and using every hole available to get alien bugs out their systems.. that's not a good sign .. must be the campers.. probably vegans.. or veggies .. or <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jainism">Jains</a>. This is what happens if you don't eat properly.. it's like putting piss in a petrol tank .. I don't believe in a God.. I believe in Mother Nature and if you think you know better than her .. good luck with that. You fuck with her at your peril .. just look out the window

[PC Mode on]

Ahhhhhhhh... that's better ..

After breakfast we wander down town. It's time for another shave and a haircut. The hunt is on .. the sun is evil hot so we head for the cool cover of the market and search among the stalls for a man with a blade.


No.. not that blade thanks .. something smaller ..





You hear these places before you see them.. sounds of men laughing and chatting .. scissors clipping .. the occasional raised voice .. and the smell of .. blokes..

I've lucked out.. I get the big boss.. and the full treatment.. We chat away in my pigeon Russian.. families .. kids .. work .. I don't know what 'going away anywhere nice this year' is in Russian but it was probably said and ignored.. At home I use a triple blade and shave once .. he uses one blade and shaves me 3 times.. skin like soft glass .. all the nerve ending exposed .. feeling every draft of air .. delicious.. and a haircut too, not that there is much of that to do.. I give him twice what he asks for and he starts singing ..


We go for a wander.. someone is knocking at my door... my back door.. I think something is keen to get out so I head back to the hostel in the heat... feeling worse with every step.. fuck it! I'm going down fast. Get to the room ad let the pressure off but the bug has it's claws in my guts and it seems happy to stay. Lay down.. shut down.. I'm woken up by sicky burps .. my favourites. I hate being sick.. I panic.. and I think my stomach is going to appear in the sink before my eyes.. get to the shower and honk... there you are you bastard.. it's the ham from the omlette.. probably touched by one of the evacuees using the toilet outside .. or left in this heat .. either way it's making an very unattractive sick pizza in the bottom of the shower.. back to bed for a few minutes .. 8 hours later it's the middle of the night and I wake up with more sicky burps.. and something alien moving about in my stomach looking for an exit. It feels like it's trying to cut it's way out .. I make it to the bathroom and the next thing I remember is coming round later looking at the ceiling .. the pain got really intense and I think I just passed out.. by this stage the alien has managed to work his way through the maze of my intestines and is ready to leave .. right now .. I'm sure there are scientists that have calculated the amount of thrust a human can produce.. well I seem to have the afterburners on too .. the sound is like pointing a hose in a bucket.. no chance of a splash even .. it's all one way traffic .. I can actually feel the pain exiting my body .. brilliant. Farts back to manual and we're ready to go.

We decide to head north a few hundred kms for a ride out to Tokogul with our Kiwi friends. They're heading to Almaty to meet some friends and this will be our final day together. They're a lovely couple and I'll miss their company. If you see them about, wish them well and send them my love..


The ride up is stupid hot. I'm really getting tired of this heat. I'm riding with all my vents and cuffs open to try and scoop as much air as possible. As much air... and bees. I feel something shoot up my sleeve and sting me.. bastard. Stop.. take my jacket off.. a big dead bee drops out and I have a good swelling developing on my arm. Jacket on .. ride away .. 10 minutes later .. the exact same thing happens again .. so now I have forearm like the world wanking champion and I can hardly get my jacket over it. Get up to the lake and there is an old hotel perched by the water. No rooms though apparently. Fuckywank.. 'Are you sure?'.. Here is her first reply..


'Yes'.. 'really?' .. 'yes' .. 'could you check?' . 'I did' .. 'so no rooms at all'.. 'No .. apart from Room 25'.. WTF! Why do people do this? Maybe room 25 is the scene of an ancient murder.. or it's haunted .. who cares. It's a double so the Kiwis have the bed and we get the floor. This place was obviously a Russian tourist hotel and it's fallen into .. well .. disrepair would be an understatement .. but it's on the lake and I can get horizontal under cover.. all my requirements are met..








Next morning we wish the Kiwis a sad farewell and they head out and over the horizon..


There are some kids in the car park.. one seems to be the unique owner of a kevlar skull.. fuck knows how he did that ..


Spend the day letting gravity take us slowly back south to Osh. I say slowly .. but not slowly enough obviously. I come round a corner in a small village and there is a hut outside the police station.. with a man with a gun pointed at me... a RADAR gun obviously. I don't know how this works out here. I don't think the police get payed anything at all. I think they all just get turns with the gun. I'm right outside the police station. No words again... I just sigh.. roll my eyes .. give him about £5 .. get a nod .. ride off..




Get back to Osh and the same hostel to meet with 3 of the remaining riders.. at least I get off my bike this time .. before deciding there are one or two that I won't be sending Christmas cards too ..

We need to service the bikes. Zorros .. a Swiss German I think.. has recently opened a fledgling business where you can do your own servicing and buy help for the difficult stuff. He knows a welder too so I get my rack fixed. I think this is what they call an 'invisible repair'



I’ve ripped open my trousers on the foot pegs and need a repair so I head own to the market again to find a menders. I find one place.. that points me to another.. that points me to another. Nobody wants to know.. I go back to the 2nd or 3rd place I looked at.. 2 old men bent over ancient sewing machines.. the air thick with glue and polish.. and I ask them again.. I grab a piece of old leather off a shelf and show them .. just patch it .. please .. I reach out my hand .. and he reaches out his. He takes the trousers and sews while his mate takes broken shoes from people at a window and makes them serviceable again. Shoes that would only be in dressing up boxes at home are standard issue here and can't be thrown away.





My feet are itching and I need to move.. now .. so we decide to ride down to Sary Tash and wait for the others to come down tomorrow. Yet another beautiful ride .. how many times have I thought that this trip .. stop for dinner and meet a friendly French couple who write travel books.. and restore my faith in the Gauls



I see a boy on a horse. The boy and the horse are obviously having an argument about something. The horse is snorting and flaring it's nostrils and twitching it's hips and the boy is sitting totally relaxed on it's back as it stomps around thinking of what its going to do next.. stop.. run .. buck. I feel a real affinity with this lad. We're both sat astride our recalcitrant steeds.. wondering exactly who is in control. I get off and have a chat. He wants chocolate.. that's all the kids want .. simple pleasures


We plan on riding to Sary Mogul and we've got a tent booked at Mt Lenin base camp. The location is given as the village, and when we get there we're directed to a track.. it's an hour up there.. OOOOOOkkkkkkk. We start down the road but quickly meet a river crossing. I wade in up to my knees and can hardly stand up as it's so running fast.. and it's all rocky. I look up 'the perfect recipe for disaster' and this has all the ingredients so we decide that discretion is the better part of valour and we go back to Sary Tash with our tails between our legs to find a door with a bed and a bog.. if you're there .. Pamir Extreme.. an oasis amongst the ruins.






We've got a day to kick our heels before we head east.. my heals are well kicked by now .. kicked to shit in fact .. so I take the camera for a walk around the village ..




I come to a school. Kids .. lots of kids out playing and lots of women in white supervising. In the UK I would have already been arrested and put on a register for being this close to a school with a camera but out here they just want their pictures taken. The kids all run to the fence and line up then the women just ask me to come in.. open the gates and line the kids up.. snap..




One little kid comes over and I pick him up. Without thinking I just pick him up and throw him way up in the air. I used to do it to my kids. My neighbours said they would just watch the kids appear over the hedge screaming then hear them laugh as they landed. Anyway.. after a 5 second 'flight' the kid lands in my arms and starts laughing.. all good .. until I look down. An orderly queue of 40 kids have all queued up for their flights .. and they're all staring at me .. so I'm in a school throwing kids in the air .. just like I would be at home .. NOT .. I've done about 10 and I'm fucked.. we're at altitude and kiddy throwing is hard work .. and there is a smell .. quite a bad one.. Most of the flights have gone well but a few have obviously had 'flight fright' and they've literally shit themselves .. I'm getting about a 3/1 alright/shite ratio .. time to leave I think .. so I feign a heart attack and leave the ladies to clean the kids up .. good memories ..

I give the afternoon sun time to mellow and soften before I take a ride back towards Takikistan to take some pictures. The light is beautiful .. it like golden dust falling from the sky .. it's falling on the grass .. on the horses .. on the mountains. I get off the bike and just stand there to watch Mother Nature paint with the evening light. Quick light brushstrokes fill the sky .. a thick dark shadow or two start to appear .. sharp lines become blurred and soft .. fuck .. FUCK I love Kyrgyzstan .. and I love this.. just this .. just this right here right now.. the golden globe of the camera just keeps turning and falling .. kill me now .. just kill me now..

Some kids from a lonely Yurt see me and come running through the light.. all giggles and smiles .. panting little bodies .. hair flying about in the wind... holding hands so the little one can keep up..







But I can't die yet .. I've got a date to keep tomorrow .. the next page.. so I go back for my 1000000th bowl of Plov and bumpy bunk bed for the night. All the group is here now.. ready to play..

Next morning we're up and ready to go early... 'Gentlemen... start your engines' .. 'no not you sir... you with the BMW' The starter switch is being met with silence. It's cold up here and the battery isn't showing 12V .. it's sort of working its way up to it .. 12V horah.. but no joy. Its the amps mate.. that's what you need .. and its all out of amps .. so we jump start it .. and cross our fingers.


Out into the morning towards the Chinese border at Irkeshtam. Fuck what a view.. riding alongside a ridge of white that is the Himalayas.. the scale of everything here is just 'off' .. just wrong .. just .. fuuuuck ...






Out of Kyrgyzstan we get a smile from the customs bloke as he reads the little notes from his mate at the other border.. a piece of cake.. just about as far away as you can get from what happens next ...
Just stunning... what a country...

I had also been wondering just how long it was going to be before someone's arse exploded.. it was overdue.. and this time it was yours! :D:D Hope you were over it fairly quickly..
Did you go with anyone else from this forum?
I don't know if he is an active member or not. He is certainly a tosser though.. does that count?

I’ll ask him...
I’ve just caught up on this and it reminds me of the map of Kazakstan I had on my office wall when I was working there. It was a sheet of sandpaper with a paint spot marked Atyrau, another one a bit south marked Kulsary and a 3rd one a bit further south marked Tengiz where I was working. We used to go to the levee over towards the Caspian where we went fishing using hand grenades and on Sunday afternoons we played cricket in the desert with a plywood pitch layed out to get a bit of bounce out of the ball :D

You might think it was hot in the summer but winter was the exact opposite when the summer highs of 50c plummeted to -40c and the most exciting discovery was that the snot in your nose froze at about-15c :blast

I must be a bit of a masochist because I had a great time there and being able to buy cans of vodka at $0.50 each was something of a bonus :okay
I’ve just caught up on this and it reminds me of the map of Kazakstan I had on my office wall when I was working there. It was a sheet of sandpaper with a paint spot marked Atyrau, another one a bit south marked Kulsary and a 3rd one a bit further south marked Tengiz where I was working. We used to go to the levee over towards the Caspian where we went fishing using hand grenades and on Sunday afternoons we played cricket in the desert with a plywood pitch layed out to get a bit of bounce out of the ball :D

You might think it was hot in the summer but winter was the exact opposite when the summer highs of 50c plummeted to -40c and the most exciting discovery was that the snot in your nose froze at about-15c :blast

I must be a bit of a masochist because I had a great time there and being able to buy cans of vodka at $0.50 each was something of a bonus :okay

I think I've passed through Tengiz at some time:) What were you doing out there? I like the sound of grenade fishing :)
I was pretending to work for Tengizchevroil as a mechanical supervisor :D

It wasn’t only explosives the locals used for fishing, the other method was to put a big net across the channels and then herd fish into them by getting in the chest deep water and running the fish into the net. That way they could be more selective about what they took out to cook.
I had also been wondering just how long it was going to be before someone's arse exploded.. it was overdue.. and this time it was yours! :D:D Hope you were over it fairly quickly..

Nobody writes about a bowel-voiding episode like monkeyboy :bow:bow

Stunning photos as usual Jason :thumb
I was pretending to work for Tengizchevroil as a mechanical supervisor :D

It wasn’t only explosives the locals used for fishing, the other method was to put a big net across the channels and then herd fish into them by getting in the chest deep water and running the fish into the net. That way they could be more selective about what they took out to cook.

Have you been back ever since?
I've not crossed at this border before. Irkeshtam - I'd had a quick google.. it looked like a couple of old abandoned vehicles and a shed but just like the Tourgart border I usually go through, the Chinese have moved all their muscle right up against the fence with Kyrgyzstan. Army checkpoints and a load of big sheds full of lorry xray machines and such like. This is the just the first layer of the Chinese security onion that runs all the way into Kashgar. I'm a bit concerned that my drone will soon be alone .. in a dusty pile of confiscated gizmology somewhere.. I've got to work out how to get through this but it looks tricky. A lot of people with absolutely nothing better to do than piss on your fireworks..

I'm not the leader of this group. We bummed a ride along with another group of 3 and 1 other. So I don't really know the details of who/what/when. What I do know how to do though is .. wait. Don't ask.. don't push .. don't .. just don't. Just wait .. are you sitting comfortably .. then I'll begin


A couple of Chinese guards come in for a 'chat' .. a chat at a Chinese border is never just a chat .. 'where have you all come from' .. 'where are you going' .. its at this point we're all wondering if you should mention the T word or not. We shouldn't be in this situation. The guide should be here. <a href="https://www.tibetmoto.de/en/">Tibetmoto</a> .. no no . just don't.. really.. DONT!! I'm not impressed already and it only gets worse. I would't usually diss a company but they're shit. If you're doing something like this avoid the parasites like Tibetmoto and go straight to someone like <a href="https://www.navo-tour.com/en/">Navo</a>. This has been a public service announcement ...

The 'chat' is getting a little more intense, and we're all skipping round the T word until we're asked directly, whereupon our guide appears, just in the nick of time, and drowns the guards in a mountain of paperwork.

We're lead round from desk to desk, from personal scanners to luggage scanners to truck xray machines .. I even have to put my knob in a scanner to have a wee.. The truck XRay machine is the tricky one... all luggage on .. park in the middle .. wait ..


And we're through to the other side in a couple of hours. That's not too bad .. except that the X-Rays have to be checked again centrally in another building in Kashgar.. and it's lunchtime .. I flip 'wait mode' to on .. close my mind .. There is going to be whole lot of this ..

We decamp to a scrubby row of buildings .. follow the good smells rather than the bad.. and get something to eat. Even here, in the middle of nowhere, all the little 1 man hole in the wall shops have riot shields and various fuck off twatting equipment to subdue anyone unfortunate to end up there ..







3 hours later .. wait mode off.. and we're moving again. Moving to the next layer of the onion .. the immigration and customs building a couple of hours away. At this point we're still transients .. no passport stamps... no documents .. just vagrants. Get to customs and I've not been through this one before. Another small town of buildings with a few small people knocking about inside, all with the job title 'Oxygen Thief'. The guide is running about handing out pieces of paper left right and centre and trying to get something... anything done before they shut down for the day. We get through immigration but the bikes have to stay the night. This bit has always been a major ball ache and I hope it's better this time.




Get in a minibus to Kashgar.. here we go .. that wasn't too bad .. 'what? .. we just have to stop at the police station on the way out' .. ohhhh k. This is already our 10th police check of the day.. You just cannot believe the way this area is locked down. It's like trying to go for a piss at home.. and having a police check at the bottom of the stairs .. and the top of the stairs .. and the toilet door .. and before you lift the lid .. (I know Roger .. you never lift the lid .. but you get my drift) .. then having all the checks on the way back too .. it's mad. So this police check is a little more serious. China uses facial recognition everywhere... EVERYWHERE .. and you have to be on the system before you get get through the following checks. Eventually we're let loose and on the expressway towards Kashgar .. here we go .. down the on ramp .. accelerate .. brake ... and go for the next check. YOU CAN SEE THE FUCKING CUSTOMS BUILDING FROM HERE ... JEEEESUS.... The checkpoints have barriers inside .. just like Heathrow you put your passport on the panel then wait to be recognised .. or not .. back a bit .. left a bit .. right a bit .. closer .. closer still .. nope .. further away .. nope ... smile .. scowl .. pull down your trousers and point your arse at the camera .. ping .. the gates open ..

Back on the bus.. accelerate .. 10 minutes later .. here we go again .. and again... and again... maybe 5 checkpoints before Kashgar.. same process.. same problems .. just identical layers of the onion ..

Kashgar itself .. fuck .. it was bad last time I was here but now .. All the roads have cameras on all lanes at about 500m intervals.. and they take pictures of every vehicle that passes underneath. There are cameras on the streets at maybe 50m intervals.. you absolutely cannot get away from them. They are everywhere. Someone was telling us about someone they knew that crossed a road but didn't use a crossing.. he got a fine by text within 20 seconds ..

Next morning ... breakfast .. shall I eat todays bread .. or yesterdays .. difficult decision ..



Get on the minibus and embark on another 3 hour checkathon out to customs to collect the bikes. They're all still there.. they're as used to waiting as we are ..



"dum de dum de dum de dum" ... repeat for 2 hours .. then ride back through all the checks .. again .. By the time we get to the last check just outside the city we're all just about checked off.. my face aches with the effort of trying to get through a 1000 recognitions .. and my fuckedoffometer is in the red. Perhaps not the best time to encounter a c*nt in a cops uniform. We've been let loose by the guide to just ride back to the hotel. We're racing through the traffic like 2 wheeled top guns.. swarming and letting off steam. We get to a big line of traffic about 1km from the hotel and I filter to the front.. to the c*nt .. Motorcycles are not allowed in the city.. I know that. He is telling me to turn around and go back out .. but my body currently has a little adrenaline filled demon at the controls and I'm just not in the mood .. the lights change .. and he jumps in front of me .. and for some reason the demon just decides to pull away anyway .. and give the policeman a glancing blow as I go .. that was right at the very bottom of my good ideas list .. and he's on the radio immediately .. fuck..

Get to the hotel.. and the other riders are .. quite rightly .. not happy with me.. even though they all followed me through past the police .. ummmmmmmmmm..... I'm really not sure that was my finest moment .. my mind has already been through a million combinations of expulsion to public flogging to having to eat 2 day old bread .. and 90% of what it is coming up with is bad news.. The only positive thread I can cling too is that the bikes aren't yet registered and I had my helmet on ..

We all go for a walk round town for the afternoon. I vary my walk .. keep my head down .. wear glasses .. whatever .. I'm properly shitting myself ..




I go to the big supermarket and treat myself to a last supper of my favourite meal .. milk.. and a nurse ..





Then take a wander to the night market. This place is crawling with police.. all carrying their own favourite forms of suppression. One has a riot shield with a half moon serrated cut out in the top for holding people down by the neck .. I look at each one .. who will it be that gets the call on the radio to grab me and smash in my back door and let a load of cockroaches loose up my chuff ..






Back to the hotel.. and a long night.. afraid to sleep .. waiting for the knock on the door .. but nothing happens .. maybe they're waiting in reception .. maybe by the bike in the car park .. what a twat! But there is nobody there.. my blood pressure is going from min to max every 5 minutes ..

Today is vehicle inspection. Previously this has been in some semi derelict hovel stinking of piss and shit, with one woman and an ancient computer. Ive not been here for a couple of years though and this year it's an all new facility right next to the vehicle and licensing office 35 miles outside town.



Here we go.. again .. wait for this .. wait for that.. read a few books .. have a sleep .. ok .. ready .. steady .. Captain clipboard comes over with a policeman and they start going through the bikes. They want a rubbing of the frame number to put on the paperwork for each bike. Now... I have brought a Ktm through here before.. and I know the Ktm has a sticker.. not an etched frame number. Last time the guide and the clipboard came to an arrangement because they cant get a rubbing .. but not this time. He tries to get a rubbing.. fails .. does all the other bikes. When I'm not looking the little fucker leans in and starts to trys and pull my frame number sticker off the frame ..


"HOOOOLD it right there mate .. what exactly the fuck do you think you are doing?" TibetMoto .. No .. remember.. 'Cannot do bikes then' and just flounces off in a strop. OK, thanks for your help .. tosser...

So now I have a problem. The policeman won't sign any of the forms as all bikes have to be done together. And they won't do my bike without an etching .. of a sticker ..

Fuck this... I get a small screwdriver.. and right in front of the policeman I etch my frame number into the brand new aluminium panelling of his shiny new building .. take a rubbing .. give it to him..



Then he decides he wants to check the engine numbers.. time for my blood pressure to rise again.. I forgot to check if the aluminium panel was still stuck on .. but it is.. and mine is the easiest to check by far due to it being stuck in plain sight right on the side of the crankcase ..


Job done. That was easy ...

The journey back to Kashgar is another fuckfest of checks and waiting in the burning sunshine. One of the riders gets a strop on about the way tourists are treated .. and gets short thrift from the guide.. which I agree with .. "you are in China, you abide by Chinese rules" .. except for running into policemen obviously. The rider says he is going to write to the Chinese embassy and complain .. yep .. good luck with that. I suspect that will be about as effective as pissing on a California wild fire ..

Back in Kashgar and my confidence is slowly growing.. I might have dodged this particular bullet .. maybe my luck is in ... I begin to feel invincible .. so I go down the night market and get a kabab.. if I can survive that .. I have morphed into Captain Scarlet and I'm indestructible ..









Back at the hotel our Tibet guide has arrived and we all go down for a briefing. I've done this a few times now, I know the rules, I know how things work, and I definately know how things don't work. One minute in and I can see we've got problems. Question? How do people who think they know everything ever fucking learn if they never listen? That has always bothered me. Some of this group have their ears on backwards and they're just not listening. Asking questions that have already been asked.. repeating wrong answers .. talking over each other.. utter confusion .. and the guide isn't helping either. He's telling us to try and get petrol on our own.. try to get through the checks on our own .. the exact opposite of what I was expecting to hear, and unlikely to work given my experience in the past. TibetMoto .. no.. I can't say it enough. So basically do what the fuck you want and I'll see you somewhere later, that'll work fine .. some of the group are really winding me up too .. paranoid about knowing our destinations to the nearest inch .. unwilling to take a shit without a GPS coordinate for a warm western toilet seat .. I have to spend some time alone .. I predict a fuckfest.. and I have to decide what to do ..
Nobody has offered my obscenely high wages to return though I’d like to go on a bike one day with the exclusion of a nightmare in Kashgar.

Thats a shame:) I'd like to take a group on this route .. maybe 2021 .. you know you want to ..
Bloody hell, absconding from the Chinese rozzers in the most Policed section of China... Ballsy. :beer:

I must say apart from being a all round anti social person it is one of the reasons I tend to travel solo, if you get hooked up with people you do not get on with it can be a absolute ball ache. I guess in this situation you pay your money and take your chance.

I am patiently awaiting the next installment, I have a Language exam coming up and need material for the creative writing aspect, I will certainly be using the line "pissing on fireworks"...

Ok .. I know what I'm going to do .. there is no substitute for experience. I'm going to fuck off on my own today and try to avoid the inevitable shit fest that is currently kicking off in the hotel car park. The guide has said take the expressway .. but nobody is listening .. "Are you plugged in? Receiving? Check ... Monday? Two lollies please? 25 miles .. East.. no west .. left ... maybe right .. 2 hours .. 10 minutes .. " Fuck this .. I'm off.

I'm riding out towards the expressway with a few of the others .. they're all connected .. and travel like a 6 wheeled caterpillar .. and 2 out of 3 sat navs says turn right .. they peel off, ignoring the bright green expressway signs .. and go to their fate .. I get onto the expressway and I'm away..

It's about an hour before I hit the first check point. The old adage is definitely true .. he travels fastest who travels alone... I wander into the checkpoint .. wave my passport .. have a stilted chat with someone .. and I'm gone .. one down ..

Another hour .. another checkpoint .. and I've got 7 missed calls telling me to "come back". That's not going to happen ... I'll give them a call in a minute. The police are a bit more wary at this checkpoint. They don't want to let me through, and they get an english speaker on the phone for a chat. "Where are you going? What are you doing? Where is your guide?" .. The problem out here is that all the towns have 3 different names .. another thing the guide forgot to mention .. and I've got a name that the bloke on the phone doesn't recognise, and I can't pronounce properly. . I suspect I have another problem too, in that outsiders are not allowed to stay at the place I'm telling them I'm going to .. another thing the guide .. you get the picture .. so I suggest I send him a picture of my destination on my satnav .. which we do .. and I'm through. Two down.

So now I'm 2 hours up the expressway.. and I phone the group. "You have to come back here. We've been stuck at a checkpoint for 2 hours because we're not all together" Really? I'm shocked and stunned.. who would have thought it .. and are they on the expressway as instructed? Of course they're not. The guide is with them, he'll have to sort it out, I'm not going back. "I'll wait for you in [wherever]" and I'm on my way.

The expressway ends at a big checkpoint just outside a small city. This one is going to be a challenge I think, but no .. he just points me to a police car and has a chat with the driver. Lights on .. 'follow him' .. this is a city that they don't want you anywhere near .. they don't even want your wheels stopping here .. they want you out. So off we go.. have you seen VIPs being blue lighted through cities .. one car peels off as another takes over and clears the traffic .. then another .. then another as they relay you through.. that's me as we skip through the city. I'm low on fuel so I overtake the car and point to my tank.. he stops at the first station and we try to get in. The stations have barriers across to stop you, and not even the police can get through this one so he spins his wheels and scoots off up the road to the next one where he instructs the attendant to just fill me up ASAP as he waits nervously in the background.


It's still stupid hot and I buy a red bull at the gate.. go to pop the ring but a little Chinese hand stops me and points up the road. No time for drinking .. get back on the road with the poice and out of town.. way way out of town .. it's miles before he turns around and leaves me alone. I find a spot ..stop .. lie down on the road .. wait .. fall asleep.

Two hours later and I'm awoken by a horn .. I peel myself off the tarmac and get vertical just in time for one of the other riders to get right in my face telling me he had to wait at a checkpoint for 2 hours because I blew through a police check and he's really not happy. A few years ago I would have backed down in this situation but now .. fuck this .. I think he gets the message that he is chatting complete shit and that I've been waiting here for 2 hours because he can't follow simple instructions .. and he's quickly out of my face. I'm not perfect .. and I'm nasty bastard sometimes .. and there are always 2 sides remember .. Anyway, turns out later that the guide had the wrong paperwork anyway and that the stuff he had with him said the group was going somewhere else entirely.. in a different direction .. so he had to get new paperwork sent to him .. Tibetmoto .. remember the name

So now we're late.. we're hungry.. and we've got a long way to go, across the desert and towards the mountains.


To another strip of random buildings by another checkpoint. Things are getting more serious now .. this is where the army begins to take precedence over the police .. This could be a really long day. I'm a bit of a masochist and I'm hoping this is going to turn into a test .. a dare .. a real bitch of a ride. Now here is the thing.. the destination we have for tonight .. we can't stay there. All the guides are mates and keep in touch with each other. There is another group a day ahead that tried to stay at our destination and got a definite NO. They had to ride something like 1100km non stop before they could find a bed.. but our guide decided we'd go there and try anyway. All part of the fuckfest experience ..



Through the checkpoint and we meet the moutains head on. Proper fuck off mountains .. give me my breath back mountains .. proper awe inspiring mountains. The roads are shit and dangerous, the temperature is falling, its raining hard and as we get to the top of a big pass the road is closed due to an accident. Perfect ..






I'm looking at the bike.. and I see oil on the brakes.. it looks like it has altitude sickness again. I had another Adventure that pissed oil out everywhere when it wore the chrome off the stantions. These stantions aren't worn though .. just another headfuck the she Devil is playing with me


Give the Chinese their due. Back at home this road would be closed for a week. People in yellow jackets measuring skidmarks.. all manner of specialised lifting equipment would be bought in .. reports would be needed.. witnesses questioned .. but over here they just get one truck to tow the crashed truck into the ditch and out of the way ..and the road is opened in an hour ..



The guide is back in the queue somewhere .. we'll see him later .. we're off. It's a difficult.. slippery ..shitty .. moody.. atmospheric and beautiful ride. You could come through here a hundred times and it would always be different. Get to our destination and I recognise it from previous trips. An absolute shit hole based around an army barracks. Just a few unidentifiable buildings, and a squat/hotel that we cannot stay in. We sit and listen to the army singing.. eat some freshly carved animal and wait for the guide..





Fuck what a life.. what a shitty existance some people have. I walk up to a hole and a young face appears. My eyes adjust to the darkness and I can see a small room with a few boxes of cheap food items for sale, and this young girl just trapped inside. I wonder what she's thnking. I wonder what I would think in her shoes ..

So it's getting dark now and some people are starting to panic. The guide isn't here yet and it's been 2 hours. We know we can't stay here, but some people wander down to the hotel and ask anyway. Then they go to the police and ask them. Then the police go to the hotel, and they ask the army. And get the finger.. of course they do. There are different kinds of intelligence .. and I'm trying to work out which ones different people have. A few of them realise the score.. you can't fuck with the Chinese army. You're nothing to them.. you're just noise..

Eventually the guide turns up, about 3 hours after we got here. Its dark now, and he's got a couple of riders panicking that they might have to actually ride up the dark scary roads where there are monsters waiting to eat them. This is getting stupid now. The guide is speaking to the police and army but they're all saying NO.. definitely NO. We HAVE to go. It's 200km to the next town .. lets go... let' just FUCKING GO. Some of the others want to go too..My riding buddy is fine. He hasn't complained about anything .. we've just rode whatever and whenever.. but no.. one rider is really panicking now .. 'tell them we're old' .. 'tell them it's too dangerous' . 'tell them we promise to be good' .. and another rider is on the phone to Tibetmoto saying its too risky to ride at night ..

Fuck sake... FUUUUUUUUCKKKKKK SAKEEEE... this is an adventure ride you fucking wombles .. NOT A FUCKING COFFEE MORNING .. grow some .. fucking just GROW SOME. I keep a few spare sets in my panniers .. sometime when I'm really scared I take a big pair out and clip on an upgrade .. it helps me get through it .. I try and fit them onto the problem riders but they're too big for them and keep falling off .. you know the kinds of people that leave a damp patch on a chair when they've sat on it .. the sort of people that if you offered them 2 identical shades of red .. wouldn't be able to choose which identical shade of red they wanted .. Jesus .. I've done a lot of miles with a lot of groups but I've never seen behaviour like this before.

No.. its a definite NO. Go.. its a definite GO. So we get ready to go. Its dark and cold and raining .. I'm looking forward to this .. then the guide goes to get in his car .. and spots something coming out from underneath it. Oil.. gearbox oil. He's hit a big rock on the road and split his gearbox casing.. Oh yea .. it just gets better and better...

So now one of the riders is trying to get everyone to just refuse to leave.. to which the police rightly reply you'll be breaking the law .. he asks me if I'm in .. "WHAT! fuck off mate" .. even the guide is suggesting we try that ... EXCUSE ME? You're suggesting we break the law in this militarised zone about 100m from an army barracks!!!! What the actual FUCK? More phone calls to TibetMoto .. who suggests we are not allowed to stay but we can 'rest' .. maybe ride into the mountains and 'rest' somewhere for the night.. without the guide .. yep.. good luck arguing the semantics of that with some Chinese army patrol in the middle of the night. I suggest the guide just hitches a ride with a truck and we just ride though the night but that's about as popular as a warm turd sandwich..

11pm.. we could have been half way there by now .. but we're still here fucking about. The police ask the army again .. as if that's going to work .. but for some reason its a yes this time. What? 'yes.. but only if you stay on the first floor of the hotel.. the ground floor is too dangerous.. you might come out in the night' .. One rider.. I genuinely thought he was going to hug the policeman and kiss him .. Me.. I'm just really embarrassed. Rough tough bikers with a row of super expensive metal machinery equipped with helicopter searchlights, heated clothing, GPSs and big fuel tanks but without the balls to ride a few hundred km in the dark. The locals are all fizzing about on 125 shitters with a candle for a light wearing only tatty jumpers and disappearing off into the mountains.. I wish I was going with them. Even the Bitch agrees.. I can here her mumbling insults under her breath .. Last time I was here we reached this checkpoint at midnight in the freezing cold and rain, then we all just got back on and rode another 3 hours to our beds at the next town.. nobody complained ..nobody cried .. nobody died. Fucking hell .. just FUCK.

Into the 'hotel' we go.. I even hear complaints about the price.. about £15 .. and that they were quoted about £5 earlier .. just get these people out of my face right now.. right fucking NOW. My roomie for tonight is asking me what the problem is.. is he doing something wrong .. 'yes .. you're breathing' comes to my mind but I just ignore him .. hammer some ear plugs in and listen to my blood rushing through my body. I've not been this pissed off in years.

The next morning is a bit tense. All I want to do is go. Some poor bastard got a call and has driven through the night to get another car here for the guide. I patch up the Bitch again and we're off .. higher and higher.. climbing onto the Tibetan plateau.



The only good thing is that it will be good to see what the next section looks like in the daylight. Last time I remember roads of deep dust, sliding about and coughing, shivering and wondering what the fuck I was doing but also having a proper good time battling adversity and normality. Perhaps I'm just not normal. I certainly hope so..

Spectacular. Another word dummed and over used to the point of worthlessness. I don't know any other words to describe these places though. This whole region has to be my favourite place on the planet. The best I've ever seen, I can't say any more than that. More muddy slippery twisty steep and dangerous roads with views that such a tiny number of people will get the pleasure to see.. they seem to have a calming effect at least and I can see my blood pressure drop and my veins contract and disappear back into my skin ..







I just love this place.. who wouldn't.. isolated and lonely.. inhospitable .. untamed ... you're there on it's terms.. Get to the destination and a cold draughty hotel specialising in 'damp art' on the ceilings. No electric either, and a communal shower room ankle deep in fungal nail infection spores .. just the way I like it.





But on the plus side .. it does have disables access ..


We're still not into Tibet.. the next day is the day.. up onto the roof of the world we go .. along with a good percentage of the Chinese army. I've made a break for it again .. and I'm running fast along a infinite straight road. Something is coming from the right.. a Chinese Humvee .. and there is a load of armour parked up .. getting behind a group like this is like riding behind a rolling roadblock so I light the afterburners and beat the Humvee to the road .. the others aren't going to be so lucky .. I get to the next checkpoint and there is no way I'll get through this alone. I tell the guard the guide is behind and it down to wait .. again.. An hour and a half later the others arrive. The Humvee had closed the road for some live firing exercises. You can never fortell these things .. and I remind myself of that as we come across a line of stopped traffic just 10 minutes down the road. Go to the front, soldiers in full mountain camo across the road. nobody else in sight. What's going on here then? Then suddenly whoosh ... .whoosh whoosh whoosh and small vapour trails appear in the sky from behind the nearest mountain. SAMs. They're firing SAMs.. of course they are. We're watching a very grown up fireworks display ..

Kashmir.. we're in <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aksai_Chin">Chinese Kashmir</a>.. I'd forgotten that. India is currently fucking about again in Kashmir.. turning the clamps up on the locals .. and China is rattling its sabres.. just reminding the Indians exactly who this area belongs to. Fuck do these things move.. you're lucky to catch one with the naked eye.. they're gone in a fraction of a second and into the clouds and a drone target way off in the distance. Pretty impressive .. for the first hour at least. After 3 hours .. not so much. And while I'm waiting I see the other fork leg is pissing out oil as well.. oh joy ..


Never mind. I have to adopt a kind of fatalist attitude on these trips. What will be will be and all that. I'll just have to try and deal with whatever happens later. For now lets just enjoy the ride. Across the plain and up to the Tibet border.








Get to the Tibet border post on the lake where the clouds just bump along the mountain tops. We're at about 5000m and still climbing.. the place is just bloody incredible



Its getting proper desolate now.. down below freezing.. sleet and snow .. doing everything it can to dissuade us from going any further ..


But once in a while Mother Nature gives us a prize for our persistence..


Before turning up the shit storm to 11 and challenging you to a big windy water fight.. it's unavoidable..it's inevitable.. put your head down .. just pull in your body and run the gauntlet .



Get the next checkpoint in the storm and run for cover. We're in the police station and it sounds like someone is tipping a truck load of bolts onto the roof. The bikes are just a blur out the window but then the curtain of rain retreats and lets the sunshine have another go


We don't know where we're staying, we're waiting for the guide. Apparently one of the riders is a goldfish. Despite all the antics of the other evening, he's asking the police about a hotel room .. I look at him .. incredulous.. he might as well be saying "wibble wank bollocks tits and a pink rubbery arse please" .. it would make about as much sense to them, and even if it did he would be getting the finger. What can i say? I'm looking forward to saying goodbye .. that's putting it politely ..

Guide turns up and takes us down to our digs. Some rooms above a small row of shops. Now we are in the middle of absolutely nowhere, way up in the mountains of Tibet, 100s of km from anything and anyone. Someone came through at some time with few lorry loads of human infrastructure, tipped them by the road, then fucked off back to humanity. The rooms have clean beds. That's a bonus already. No electricity at the moment but an inside toilet .. of a sort .. of a 'fuck what's that all over the floor.. and that smell is burning my eyes' sort.. and there is no running water or shower but who cares... I'll tell you who cares .. the fucking traveling wimpberries I'm with that's who. Not all of them.. just the usual suspects.. moaning again about the price and how can you have a hotel with no running water and this place is a dump and .. and this and that and the other. In a couple more days they'll be drinking lattes and walking round hotel rooms in soft towelling robes where this lot will still be shitting in the ditch and drinking from puddles.. Fuck them.. just have a giggle with the locals .. thank them for their hospitality and thank your lucky stars that you can leave..







I'm up.. I'm out.. I'm off .. running alone .. clearing my head .. cleansing my soul.. detoxing my lungs with thin cold clean air.. its down near freezing again and raining hard. This is the wrong time to be up here. The monsoon season. I didn't think they had monsoon way up here but clearly they do. Soooo cold and bleak. A few days ago I was roasting my tits off and now I can only just show enough skin to hold with 2 fingers when I piss. The road is wet and slippery and there are a lot of big fuck off wild dogs wandering about in the road. They're Tibetan mastiffs and they're proper hard bastards with a coat thicker than an elephant sandwich.. about the size of a small pony and built like an armoured vehicle, you wouldn't want to hit one.. or upset one either. We go through the last military checkpoint and to the first proper town for a while. My forks are still pissing oil out. I go down and push a seal scraper up the stantion to remove any dirt. as soon as I break the seal I get an ejaculation of liquid all over me .. the change in altitude has increased the pressure in the forks to such an extent the oil is pissing past the seals. I'm with my usual riding buddy again now and he says I should bleed the forks. I go back down.. open the bleed screws and hear a small sigh of relief as the forks depressurise.. I guess I should have thought about that myself. I didn't even know I had bleed screws! None of the other 'normal' bikes I've ridden this route with have ever done this though. Ho hum..




Tibet is huge.. Tibet is diverse .. Tibet .. in places .. is a lot like parts of the grand canyon.. don't believe me? I didn't believe me either. I didn't see it last time but there is a small town with some historic ruins way way off the main route and we're taking the diversion to go there.. go over another couple of freezing 5000m passes on unmade roads and suddenly it's like stepping into anther world






From 5000m sleet and snow you decend to 3500m warm and sunshine and spend the afternoon playing silly buggers on the brand new tarmac, all on our own, a very big, very impressive private playground..

We (almost) all get to our agreed meeting point, a fuel station just outside the town and checkpoint. Looks like we nearly had a full house at this morning's listening test.. but .. it only takes one. One rider has been seen turning round and heading off up a track some time ago .. so we wait.. luckily .. entertainment is on hand ..









An hour and a half later the rider still hasn't appeared. A couple of the riders go back back to search for him and we head into town to the hotel. I walk around town and past the big dark gates of the miitary compound where they sound like they're busy killing each other.. I've think I've got a couple of people I'd quite like to throw over for them to practice with ..






If we thought yesterday was mad, then today provides the most diversity I've ever seen in a single riding day. First climb out of the canyon.




spend an hour screaming across a flat grassy plains then come across an almost alpine set of valleys..



wobble and slide around for a few miles in some roadsworks ..


through some mountains where Mother nature keeps her colour palette


pit your skills against a set of slippery clay switchbacks


and join back up with the G219 towards Mt Kailash. We're all running on empty and jump into the sanctuary of a lonely cafe. I walk through the kitchen to go to the 'toilet'.. the steps are steep and literally running with oil and grease.. the walls dripping with water. If you walked into a kitchen like this at home you'd walk straight out and phone the local authority but here you just stand and watch culinary magic emerge from the dirt and chaos..






<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Kailash">Mt kailash</a> is a real God magnet with loads of different claimants. With every God comes a squad and they're attracted from all over the globe to spend 3 days trecking round it's base as a pilgrimage. I was expecting the town at the base to be full of shiny hotels catering for wealthy pilgrims trying to buy their tickets to the after life but in reality it is just another scrappy collection of dirty buildings with a lovely wild west feel.













I really like this place. If there are Gods floating in the air, then they make me feel very welcome despite my total disbelief in anything other than fate. Still .. they make sure to give me a beautiful send off tne next morning .. and for that I'm very grateful





It's difficult to believe you're just few 100km from Everest up here.. other than the feeling that you're up near the ceiling of the world.. and you sometimes have to dip your head to avoid bumping it on the clouds ..





Get to the last big town before Everest and it's tourist central. Our hotel is is like a huge pot of accents mixed in a pot, boiling and bubbling and popping, filling the air with excited words in a dozen different languages. Russians.. Indians.. even some Japanese ladies. Just goes to show that religions don't have a single face I guess...





We wander about the town and try to find something substantial to expand our ever contracting stomachs. I think my winker stinker is in danger of growing over .. See a place advertising burgers.. just advertising them you understand.. not selling. They've had menus printed with 90% of items they don't actually sell. "Rice burgers?".. a nod .. a thumbs up .. a banknote .. and something like a festering wound from the back end of a yak appears..


Get on the road early and out the back door of town. There is a long way round and a short way round to Everest from here. We went the short way last time and it was a 60 mile ride from hell to the main Everest/Nepal road but in the last few years the tarmac tanks have rolled through and beaten the landscape into submission. Not another vehicle in sight. the Chinese investment in their roads is just ridiculous.. if only they would invest in more than the odd fuel station every 200km .. what a ride though .. what a ridiculous bloody ride






Tingri.. you should be able to see the peak of Everest from here but there are waves of clouds and rain going through.. looks like it will be a toss of the coin wether the weather will open a window for us to see Everest or not.



Stop for a quick lunch.. pull back a thick heavy curtain and get hit by a wave of lovely heat from the stove. Feel your body and brain start to fight over if they want to stay here in the warm or go out into the cold.. I've not come all this way again for nothing though. Go for fuel.. fill to the very top.. every drip counts out here. We're ready.. we're steady.. but we're not going .. one of the other riders comes out from the village and tells us there is a problem with the RT. It's refusing to start again.. perfect.. absolutely perfect..

First.. try and jump start it.. getting the battery out the RT is like a tiny woman with narrow hips trying to deliver a 10lb baby.. it's not a straight forward procedure. These situations are like natural selection at work.. lots of cooks vying to be head chef.. arguing and pontificating about the problem.. coming up with a long list of potential problems .. I put my hands up .. I'm just as bad myself but I'm standing back, hoping there will be a quick solution and we can get on our way. Or not.. It doesn't want to jump.. the voltage showing on the dash is only slowly climbing to 12V.. and the starter is dead.. I'll give it 10 minutes .. there is a motorcycle shop 20ft away as luck would have it but they don't have the right battery .. fancy that .. they only have small 6V batteries .. 5 minutes .. I suggest they get a car battery and run some long leads from the luggage box to the battery .. nope, they don't like that idea .. 2 minutes .. there is a lot of discussion as to what the problem is.. and not a lot of proposed solutions. I'm not a mechanic and I hate electrics but these situations demand some sort of systematic approach.. I'm not some big hero swooping in with a solution .. but this approach is not working and we're quickly running out of time so I just grab the big chef's hat and my jump leads and dive in .. jump leads.. not to the battery terminals but to the actual leads to the engine. Engine jumps straight away, but take the jump leads off and the bike stops immediately. The battery is completely fucked Take the battery out the equation. Buy 2 6V batteries, connect them in parallel and sacrifice my jump leads to make leads to run from the panniers. We quickly get it all connected up. The batteries are only intended to turn over a engine with a tiny yogurt pot of a piston and they don't have the amps to turn the RT but jump start it and it will now run on its own.






We're running late now and the weather is overtaking us. We get to the gate at the start of the Everest road, buy a ticket to ride and head off and up.






Its a slow, wet, slippery and freezing cold ascent. A complete contrast to the last time I was here. If you're coming.. do yourself a favour and do it earlier or later in the season. Get close to Everest and you suddenly see that big brother has beaten you to it. More cameras and more checks. And a big new carpark. Unfortunately since the last time I was here Everest has gone all 'Disney'. 20km out you have to park and board electric coaches to take you up to the camp. No more pictures with that epic backdrop .. what a bloody shame that is ..



And Everest is playing hide and seek anyway.. occasionally pulling back the veil of cloud to show a glimpse of shoulder .. a flash of neck .. a spot of cleavage .. just teasing and tantalising.. it's there.. it's right there ..


Just retire to the cafe.. use the wi-fi.. yes really .. and retire to our cold cell for the night. I sleep like the dead in these places.. I absolutely love them


Get up before dark and walk up the road to try my luck again but the Everest is obviously a late riser and has the blanket wrapped tightly around itself. I can't say I blame it.


Get back to the car park and the BMW is proving a bitch to start again. See the listening thing again .. I said yesterday you need to put the jump leads to the copper of the leads to the bike, not on the battery terminals as they're just soaking up every last amp like hungry little birds in a nest. Two of the riders fuck off despite the fact their mate is in the car park with a dead bike .. thanks for that .. but we press the jump leads to the copper and it's off.. ready to rock. A couple of damp cold hours later we're shaking hands and saying our goodbyes.. more with relief than sadness . I'm like a service station sandwich. I'm lovely on the outside but completely shit on the inside .. and I know it.

I'm looking for our new guide. The group is splitting here, one group heading east to Lahsa and Laos and three of us going west into Nepal. The guide is going east. We have a driver. 'Where is our guide?' .. he's 250km away on the border town with Nepal .. of course he is .. so we're on our own. They know there are no checkpoints between here and there so they save their money and let us loose alone. I doubt it's legal and I don't really care. I doubt we'll need the guide between here and there. What could possibly go wrong..

Well for the first 30 minutes anyway ..

We've ridden back to Tingri, into the petrol station, and they're empty. The next one is 250km or so. The driver is with us but he doesn't speak any english. We ride into the village and the guide has a chat with some locals. This obviously happens quite a bit and the locals hide a bit of fuel away. We get an offer .. 20 litres .. for £80. 400% markup. Now I don't mind being exploited to a certain degree.. but 400% is way beyond my threshold. The little bloke has run off to the get the fuel but he's been gone an hour already and he's obviously trying to scrounge fuel from other people and make his cut. Christ only knows what he could be putting in a can. We've had enough. I've got bit of fuel in my rotopax. We leave the driver with £40. Take it or leave it when the bloke comes back. We need to leave. So we head out into the wilderness at 50mph to see how far we can get.

We're doing well.. holding our nerve.. eking out the fuel .. but I chicken out just before another big mountain pass to stop and share my can out between myself and the Tiger800. Ok.. let's play


The Chinese tunnel moles are busy burying themselves under this mountain and so the road has been left to go to rack and ruin but things like this are always fun. Then get to the bottom and spend the next hour running along a smooth and sinuous strip of black cut through a gorgeous gorge. Nothing .. absolutely nothing stop the Chinese road builders.



We've still a way to go and I think the bulb in my fuel light is going to blow it's been on so long now.. when we come round a corner and there like a mirage is a fuel station. Our guide can't have been this way as he said there was no fuel before the border.. Perhaps it isn't real.. or has no fuel.. or no electricity .. but it's all good and we all pile in and let the horses take a good long drink. You don't realise how tense your body is until you release it.. my shoulders come down from my ears .. my lungs breath all the way out .. my bladder decides it has 2 gallons it needs to get rid of. We saddle up.. get the whips back out and beat the beasts down the road towards the border.

Get to the town and the electricity is out all over.. lots of dead neon and generators banging away in the streets. I've really enjoyed this section despite everything. I hope everyone has. Tibet is one of the most amazing places on the planet and I could never get tired of it.




Next morning, the sun is shining and we're of to the border with Nepal. The scenery has changed again.. all lush valleys. Yesterday I woke up at Everest base camp, this morning looks more like Austria.





Get to the border with our new guide. I think he's just helping out .. he is too efficient to be associated with the others we've met. We think we'll be through in a moment and on our way but there is a problem. Luckily I still have one more empty page in my catalogue of disasters that Tibetmoto have provided me with. Apparently now our guide has been sent the wrong paperwork and we need to get some more sent over from Kashgar .. excellent... Tibetmoto .. I won't tell you again..
Brilliant, thanks again for sharing this, feck me , etc etc.. Quite a trip you had! .. Suspect I've neither the patience nor the fortitude to deal with some of that.. sleeping in utter dumps doesn't faze me at all but bureaucracy and incompetence... that's a different matter!

Isn't it time you got another BM ! :D:eek:.... Think I'd best run for cover now....
Yet another episode of the monkeyboy world circus ride-a-thon :bow :thumb2

Fuggin ACE

Thanks for taking the time and putting in the effort to share your excellent photo's and your fantastic pen-man-ship with us mere mortals.



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