niko
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brilliant
this has got to be the quote to end all
"suck the sleeping bag up his arse. So it’s out of concern for Ivana that guys refrain from deeting their de-hymenisers, we really are caring souls."
What goes around comes around... Dublin to New york
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brilliant
this has got to be the quote to end all
"suck the sleeping bag up his arse. So it’s out of concern for Ivana that guys refrain from deeting their de-hymenisers, we really are caring souls."
Deleted account Cooperman
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brilliant
this has got to be the quote to end all
"suck the sleeping bag up his arse. So it’s out of concern for Ivana that guys refrain from deeting their de-hymenisers, we really are caring souls."
Video of getting to Khandyga
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David Lee
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Racey
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And all that is heard subsequently across the silence of the Siberian wilderness, in a broad Dublin accent, is:
"For fcuk's sake - take the pain but leave the swelling" !!
Having followed this narrative from the start, I have to say that this story is better than ANY of the travels that two well known "actor lovies" have ever made, which were totally supported trips.
Respect Oisin mate, YOU are a star! You're doing what a lot of us only dream about.
I actively encourage you to write a book about your travels, it would be an outstanding best seller.
Respect Oisin mate, YOU are a star! You're doing what a lot of us only dream about.
I actively encourage you to write a book about your travels, it would be an outstanding best seller.
aspad
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Having followed this narrative from the start, I have to say that this story is better than ANY of the travels that two well known "actor lovies" have ever made, which were totally supported trips.
Respect Oisin mate, YOU are a star! You're doing what a lot of us only dream about.
I actively encourage you to write a book about your travels, it would be an outstanding best seller.
Agreed. worth buying just for the use of 'hand shandy' in the last bit.
You sir, are the riding man's James Joyce..
Day 1, Road of bones
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Out of sequence video from a few days later on the road of bones....
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I was up and ready to go for 7:30 and Nina and Sergei came over to drop me round to pick up my bike and show me to the town gas station. I filled up on some grub from the market, a lump of ham, a lump of cheese and a round cake type thing which looked like it would fill you up and as much water as I could pack onto the bike.
Sergei had talked to the local truck drivers and the feedback was that for the first 100km or so the going would be, after that while the roads started to go over the mountains things could get very bad depending on the weather, but they reckoned I’d be ok.
I headed off delighted to be riding on the road of bones and in my head was humming at various occasions the theme sound to Star Wars, The lord for the rings, Mission impossible and even a bit of Indiana jones.
I was determined to take plenty of breaks, try and get off the bike every 50km to try and make sure I was soaking up my surroundings. I have to admit to never getting the whole “Stay in the moment” thing. I think I’ve ranted and raved about this before but what does it mean?
I have to admit to being more destination orientated, line up the toughest road in the world and I’ll do my best to knock it out of the park. The journey orientated folks are back sniffing the dandelions in some meadow or banging their dicks off a rock to make sure they “really know what it feels to ride over a rock”.
There is merit in both I guess.
As promised the early going was straight gravel roads with very few problems and even after a hundred miles I’d scarcely had a wobble. The going was too easy if anything.
I’d my first “hard stop” when I came to a river whose bridge was under construction. The construction teams had laid a trail of gravel over the water and a route to follow out onto the main road. While I was coming across the water and out onto the other side I said I’d take a short cut up the side of the bank when the bike got stuck in the stones. I did my best to get it out and failed miserably so I stayed there until a guy in a truck came along and along with some of the construction crew pushed me back up onto the road.
I was lucky, someone came along in ten minutes, but I was having stretches where I didn’t see any traffic for whole hours, I gave myself a mental kick in the bollix for not being more careful and resolved to keep the whole “drive to arrive” mentality for the rest of the day.
I passed a café doling out what would charitably be described as gruel and when I was leaving one of the girls who cleaned the place looked at how I was dressed as I was getting on the bike and said the words “Extreme eh?” Well if the best compliment you can pay a biker is to call him hardcore, the second best to say he’s extreme I reckon.
The roads started to wind upwards and around various mountains and for at least a hundred km I followed a black dusty gravel road with a leafy green border under a blue sky with mountains popping in and out of the field of view. It was a beautiful day. The only thing that takes away from your appreciation of your surroundings is that you’re so focused on the road ahead to make sure you don’t come off.
As the first set of mountains faded behind me I started to hit some lots of water crossings as streams flowed down from the mountain. At each crossing I got off the bike and walked across to make sure I could get through and there wasn’t any hidden sinkholes and then walked back, got on the bike and drove through it. God bless my seal skin socks! The deepest was up to my knees and lasted for only 15 feet or so, the widest was maybe 40 feet but was much shallower.
More on that bridge later!
Over and out
The big fella
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Out of sequence video from a few days later on the road of bones....
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I was up and ready to go for 7:30 and Nina and Sergei came over to drop me round to pick up my bike and show me to the town gas station. I filled up on some grub from the market, a lump of ham, a lump of cheese and a round cake type thing which looked like it would fill you up and as much water as I could pack onto the bike.
Sergei had talked to the local truck drivers and the feedback was that for the first 100km or so the going would be, after that while the roads started to go over the mountains things could get very bad depending on the weather, but they reckoned I’d be ok.
I headed off delighted to be riding on the road of bones and in my head was humming at various occasions the theme sound to Star Wars, The lord for the rings, Mission impossible and even a bit of Indiana jones.
I was determined to take plenty of breaks, try and get off the bike every 50km to try and make sure I was soaking up my surroundings. I have to admit to never getting the whole “Stay in the moment” thing. I think I’ve ranted and raved about this before but what does it mean?
I have to admit to being more destination orientated, line up the toughest road in the world and I’ll do my best to knock it out of the park. The journey orientated folks are back sniffing the dandelions in some meadow or banging their dicks off a rock to make sure they “really know what it feels to ride over a rock”.
There is merit in both I guess.
As promised the early going was straight gravel roads with very few problems and even after a hundred miles I’d scarcely had a wobble. The going was too easy if anything.
I’d my first “hard stop” when I came to a river whose bridge was under construction. The construction teams had laid a trail of gravel over the water and a route to follow out onto the main road. While I was coming across the water and out onto the other side I said I’d take a short cut up the side of the bank when the bike got stuck in the stones. I did my best to get it out and failed miserably so I stayed there until a guy in a truck came along and along with some of the construction crew pushed me back up onto the road.
I was lucky, someone came along in ten minutes, but I was having stretches where I didn’t see any traffic for whole hours, I gave myself a mental kick in the bollix for not being more careful and resolved to keep the whole “drive to arrive” mentality for the rest of the day.
I passed a café doling out what would charitably be described as gruel and when I was leaving one of the girls who cleaned the place looked at how I was dressed as I was getting on the bike and said the words “Extreme eh?” Well if the best compliment you can pay a biker is to call him hardcore, the second best to say he’s extreme I reckon.
The roads started to wind upwards and around various mountains and for at least a hundred km I followed a black dusty gravel road with a leafy green border under a blue sky with mountains popping in and out of the field of view. It was a beautiful day. The only thing that takes away from your appreciation of your surroundings is that you’re so focused on the road ahead to make sure you don’t come off.
As the first set of mountains faded behind me I started to hit some lots of water crossings as streams flowed down from the mountain. At each crossing I got off the bike and walked across to make sure I could get through and there wasn’t any hidden sinkholes and then walked back, got on the bike and drove through it. God bless my seal skin socks! The deepest was up to my knees and lasted for only 15 feet or so, the widest was maybe 40 feet but was much shallower.
More on that bridge later!
Over and out
The big fella
Quick vid of "That" bridge
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BlueBird
Registered user
F**king Great
Oisin,
I havent read the rest yet but you made me laugh like fuck with the writing in the frost, I know exactly where u are coming from.
made my day,(9am here)
Just read this,
are back sniffing the dandelions in some meadow or banging their dicks off a rock to make sure they “really know what it feels to ride over a rock”.
Pure class you are mate
Oisin,
I havent read the rest yet but you made me laugh like fuck with the writing in the frost, I know exactly where u are coming from.
made my day,(9am here)
Just read this,
are back sniffing the dandelions in some meadow or banging their dicks off a rock to make sure they “really know what it feels to ride over a rock”.
Pure class you are mate
Up to Oost Nera, End of Day 1 Road of Bones
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I passed the turn off for the route down through the old summer road. I took the track down to have a look at the river, if I was able to get across I was going to give this way a shot but there wasn’t a hope in hell of getting across. I hung around for about an hour to see if a truck was going to come by but the roads much as they had been for the last two days were all but empty.
The traffic is diverted down a mud path which leads directly out into the river. Can you imagine that back home? A road where part of the route is to go through a river, it’s like some sort of Japanese game show contestant drew the map and is chuckling away at the thought of all the old grannies floating away down the river in their ladas. This is the same bridge that the guys in the long way round came unstuck at and were able to get a truck across.
l went down the mud path, the only reason I was able to get back up was because it hadn’t been raining in a couple of days. Nothing but a Kamaz truck could attempt the river crossing. The locals then told me that this section of the road was completely kaput. It was obvious from the crossing that this way was only doable in winter when the rivers are frozen.
The river along with many that I’d seen that day was still loaded up with ice and it was a strange feeling standing there watching the remainder of the bridge getting slowly destroyed by the rushing water.
I got back on the bike and drove a couple of km up the road to one of the loneliest gas stations on planet earth. A couple of guys hang out here with no one around for miles and miles and service the few solitary cars and trucks that pass by each day. There’s no human contact at the gas stations either, you just pass the money in a hatch slightly bigger than a letter box and they turn on the gas till you’ve used up what you’ve paid for.
From that gas station it was another 200km up to Oost Nera, where I planned to put the head down for the night. The first 100km of this road, while gravel is very fast, at times I was up 120km and the bike was still well in control. The only places where the road became difficult were when they were doing construction.
I got to Oost Nera around 9pm, filled up with gas again and enquired as to the location of the hotel.
The town itself is in ribbons, so many of the towns and villages I’ve driven through in this part of the world are like post apocalyptic relics. Tons of rusting machinery is strewn across the landscape, old wooden houses all either collapsed or on the verge of it, derelict high rises with windows smashed in; you can’t help but think “surely no one lives here”.
The hotel was a tip but at that stage all I was looking for was a door between me and the mosquitoes. The water coming out of the taps was brown, no doubt fed directly from a nearby river. I checked in through a small hatch and was given a key to a room on the third floor.
I walked up the three flights of stone stairs. Each step was once painted green, and prior to that orange with the area you placed your foot just bare stone from use, I couldn’t help but think it looked like the Ireland flag. The room itself had just a net curtain across the window, and the light came from a florescent tube overhead. The toilet in the bathroom was pressed so far up against the wall that unless you were orange, 4 feet tall and fond of the song “lumpa lumpa lumpadie do” a forest gump was out of the question. The 70 bucks gets you some comfort out these parts!
Next door a wedding jammed on well into the early hours, it seemed like the whole town was invited.
Day 2 tomorrow...
Take care
Oisin
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I passed the turn off for the route down through the old summer road. I took the track down to have a look at the river, if I was able to get across I was going to give this way a shot but there wasn’t a hope in hell of getting across. I hung around for about an hour to see if a truck was going to come by but the roads much as they had been for the last two days were all but empty.
The traffic is diverted down a mud path which leads directly out into the river. Can you imagine that back home? A road where part of the route is to go through a river, it’s like some sort of Japanese game show contestant drew the map and is chuckling away at the thought of all the old grannies floating away down the river in their ladas. This is the same bridge that the guys in the long way round came unstuck at and were able to get a truck across.
l went down the mud path, the only reason I was able to get back up was because it hadn’t been raining in a couple of days. Nothing but a Kamaz truck could attempt the river crossing. The locals then told me that this section of the road was completely kaput. It was obvious from the crossing that this way was only doable in winter when the rivers are frozen.
The river along with many that I’d seen that day was still loaded up with ice and it was a strange feeling standing there watching the remainder of the bridge getting slowly destroyed by the rushing water.
I got back on the bike and drove a couple of km up the road to one of the loneliest gas stations on planet earth. A couple of guys hang out here with no one around for miles and miles and service the few solitary cars and trucks that pass by each day. There’s no human contact at the gas stations either, you just pass the money in a hatch slightly bigger than a letter box and they turn on the gas till you’ve used up what you’ve paid for.
From that gas station it was another 200km up to Oost Nera, where I planned to put the head down for the night. The first 100km of this road, while gravel is very fast, at times I was up 120km and the bike was still well in control. The only places where the road became difficult were when they were doing construction.
I got to Oost Nera around 9pm, filled up with gas again and enquired as to the location of the hotel.
The town itself is in ribbons, so many of the towns and villages I’ve driven through in this part of the world are like post apocalyptic relics. Tons of rusting machinery is strewn across the landscape, old wooden houses all either collapsed or on the verge of it, derelict high rises with windows smashed in; you can’t help but think “surely no one lives here”.
The hotel was a tip but at that stage all I was looking for was a door between me and the mosquitoes. The water coming out of the taps was brown, no doubt fed directly from a nearby river. I checked in through a small hatch and was given a key to a room on the third floor.
I walked up the three flights of stone stairs. Each step was once painted green, and prior to that orange with the area you placed your foot just bare stone from use, I couldn’t help but think it looked like the Ireland flag. The room itself had just a net curtain across the window, and the light came from a florescent tube overhead. The toilet in the bathroom was pressed so far up against the wall that unless you were orange, 4 feet tall and fond of the song “lumpa lumpa lumpadie do” a forest gump was out of the question. The 70 bucks gets you some comfort out these parts!
Next door a wedding jammed on well into the early hours, it seemed like the whole town was invited.
Day 2 tomorrow...
Take care
Oisin
... and here i was - cursing the hassle of booking a room for two in Brussels.
then i checked this thread.....
well, THAT put manners on me!
Keep on keeping on Oisin. 
then i checked this thread.....
well, THAT put manners on me!
Keep on keeping on Oisin.
Magnificent country you're riding through though, quite the view. Travel safe fella.
Irishdude
Registered user
luggage space
Hello there Oisin
I was just wondering how much stuff did ye manage to clean out of your cases to lighten your load, Did ye take things that in the end you just didn't get around to using?
Hello there Oisin
I was just wondering how much stuff did ye manage to clean out of your cases to lighten your load, Did ye take things that in the end you just didn't get around to using?
bladerunner
Registered user
Oisin, you're a feckin' genius.
Please tell me you are going to present this at next year's HUBB in Enniskillen?
Please tell me you are going to present this at next year's HUBB in Enniskillen?
Racey
Registered user
Mate... Spoken at length to Vancouver dealer re shock. Plan exists and have messaged you... Check them and let me know thoughts...
Also mailed a further suggestion for Magadan to Vlad. Far more costly than the freighter but, if of interest and you can pull it off, it will be far faster...
Standing by for further instructions...
Si
Also mailed a further suggestion for Magadan to Vlad. Far more costly than the freighter but, if of interest and you can pull it off, it will be far faster...
Standing by for further instructions...
Si
stuff that i cleaned out..
really just bits and pieces....
eg
a hat which i hadn't worn, a set of that body skin stuff that makes you look like a sausage, threw away any maps that i was done with, tore away any bit of the lonely planet for russia that i was done with, just vlad and magadan remain...
so lots of little things....rather than anyone big thing.....
really just bits and pieces....
eg
a hat which i hadn't worn, a set of that body skin stuff that makes you look like a sausage, threw away any maps that i was done with, tore away any bit of the lonely planet for russia that i was done with, just vlad and magadan remain...
so lots of little things....rather than anyone big thing.....
that'll be it for 10 years
Hi,
Nope, when I get home which will be some time in august....I'll retire Sam Gamgee 2, put him in my conservatory beside Sam Gamgee (1150GS) and then I'm giving up biking full time for at least ten years.
I'm a full duck or no dinner sort of guy, i wouldn't be able to just take it out for spins, it would fire up all the juices and send me off again...so no...no more for me..... time to settle down!
Hi,
Nope, when I get home which will be some time in august....I'll retire Sam Gamgee 2, put him in my conservatory beside Sam Gamgee (1150GS) and then I'm giving up biking full time for at least ten years.
I'm a full duck or no dinner sort of guy, i wouldn't be able to just take it out for spins, it would fire up all the juices and send me off again...so no...no more for me..... time to settle down!
