Once the rain ended and I'd gotten used to riding the Enfield we began to appreciate the stunning scenery surrounding the Siddartha Highway
Generally the road wasn't too busy because most roads were chockablock with trucks, mopeds, horses, cars and buses all jockeying for position. The Highway is mainly used by buses and trucks so it wasn't too bad but they all belch out foul fumes coating me in soot. Nice.
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Sussing out where to stay that night:
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Spurred on by the alleged beauty of Tansen, Palpa we chugged on further south and eventually entered the ancient town of Tansen. It's built on a steep slope with a maze of streets getting smaller, narrower and tighter as you ascend.
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Typically the hotel we were aiming for was on a muddy outcrop overlooking the town sprawled out below. Equally typical was the fact that the road to the hotel was being re-tarred that afternoon so I was directed up a mud path after a large pig who was ambling that way too, obviously staying at the same hotel
At this point I feared for the all too fragile clutch and sent Lynda on ahead. This is what greated me:
What a pisser! By this stage I was committed to going forwards and not backwards not least because of the kids gathering to watch and the road workers below who had cleared their tools so I could squeeze past onto the dirt.
Note the comedy stall at the end of this clip:
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This turned out to be easy compared to the steep rutted trail that awaited us round the next bend. The camera was put away and the serious business of burning out the clutch began. The hotel was expensive and undergoing serious renovation so we headed back... the same way... the clutch had packed in and I was changing into 1st by reaching down with my right hand and pulling the shifter up.
Made it off the dirt trail, past the roadworkers who yet again eased my passing as much they could.
A few minutes later the rear drum brake began to smoke badly so we parked Henry up to let him cool and gather his thoughts:
I waited by the bike while Lynda wandered off to find a hotel. White Mountain Lake seemed the business and we headed back down through the town and got parked up near the lobby.
Generally the road wasn't too busy because most roads were chockablock with trucks, mopeds, horses, cars and buses all jockeying for position. The Highway is mainly used by buses and trucks so it wasn't too bad but they all belch out foul fumes coating me in soot. Nice.
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Sussing out where to stay that night:
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Spurred on by the alleged beauty of Tansen, Palpa we chugged on further south and eventually entered the ancient town of Tansen. It's built on a steep slope with a maze of streets getting smaller, narrower and tighter as you ascend.
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Typically the hotel we were aiming for was on a muddy outcrop overlooking the town sprawled out below. Equally typical was the fact that the road to the hotel was being re-tarred that afternoon so I was directed up a mud path after a large pig who was ambling that way too, obviously staying at the same hotel

At this point I feared for the all too fragile clutch and sent Lynda on ahead. This is what greated me:
What a pisser! By this stage I was committed to going forwards and not backwards not least because of the kids gathering to watch and the road workers below who had cleared their tools so I could squeeze past onto the dirt.
Note the comedy stall at the end of this clip:
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This turned out to be easy compared to the steep rutted trail that awaited us round the next bend. The camera was put away and the serious business of burning out the clutch began. The hotel was expensive and undergoing serious renovation so we headed back... the same way... the clutch had packed in and I was changing into 1st by reaching down with my right hand and pulling the shifter up.
Made it off the dirt trail, past the roadworkers who yet again eased my passing as much they could.
A few minutes later the rear drum brake began to smoke badly so we parked Henry up to let him cool and gather his thoughts:
I waited by the bike while Lynda wandered off to find a hotel. White Mountain Lake seemed the business and we headed back down through the town and got parked up near the lobby.



