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2004-06-14 in London, England Just a quick story to show you what happens when some one jumps a light in London. « about face » 2002-02-25 in Alice Springs, Australia I did end my last story rather wistfully longing for adventure, and guess what? I got it. But was it the adventure that I was looking for? No, it was something far worse… « Get me outta here! »
2002-02-14 in Adelaide, Australia I arrived in Adelaide on Valentine’s Day upon my trusty steed. I spent 4 days getting here from Melbourne. On the way out of town I met another overlander, Andy Miller, he is one of the unlucky ones who found themselves on motorbikes and on the wrong side of Pakistan in September last year. He had to fly his bike from Dubai to India to avoid the war zone. After a quick chat we realised we were both heading to Lorne on the Great Ocean Rd so we rode together and planned to meet my friend, Doug (Of Bali to Flores fame, see previous story). « go west »
2002-02-02 in Melbourne, Australia I arrived back in Melbourne on the Christmas Day with the intention of seeing the Boxing Day test at the MCG and meeting cousins at a planned re-union later that day. My initial plan of going to Tasmania was put on the back burner by the fact that my bike was way past the limits of emission regulations with the amount of black smoke coming out of the back. It was time to have the engine looked at. « Family and four wheels »
2001-12-25 in Melbourne, Australia The Great Ocean Road is hailed by ozzies as one of their great scenic drives, I must say it is a lovely drive but a bit unfulfilling if you are a thrill seeker. What it lacks in twists and turns (and suicidal truck drivers) it makes up for in great camping spots. « living the simple life »
2001-12-10 in Sydney, Australia It finally happened, I made it to Australia in one piece and so did my bike. It took a total of 5 and a half hours to get the bike out of the airport, but I passed quarantine inspection and was happy enough to be back on the bike within a day of touching down. « the happy camper »
2001-11-25 in Flores, Indonesia Back to where I began this tour of Flores, in this shoddy port town of Labuan Bajo. Finding we had two days to kill we leapt at the chance to mix a bit of diving and komodo dragon watching into an action packed Sunday. « better than football » 2001-11-24 in Flores, Indonesia Having reached my most easternmost point in my Indonesian travels at Kelimutu we turned around and started heading back. The first stop was in a mountain-top village called Bajawa, famous for its surrounding tribal villages, volcano and hot springs. « doing the tourist thing »
2001-11-22 in Flores, Indonesia Flores is beautiful, these are the first words I should write. The landscape is rugged, volcanic, green, lush, and a dream to ride through. It was photos I saw of this island that convinced me to come to Indonesia, thanks to Rudy, my Austrian overlanding musician friend. « thank you Rudy »
2001-11-12 in Sumbawa, Indonesia It happened so quickly, one day we were having a chat with Bruno (my new best mate in Bali, and our host), just talking about going to Flores seeing the three Kelimutu craters and talking about time frames. Doug was there too, we were all adding our thoughts when Bruno suddenly announces:”To hell with it, tomorrow we leave at 5 am and I take a holiday!” He also very kindly offered Doug the use of his R80 Basic for the trip as he was taking his R80GS. Suddenly we are a gang, and boy do we feel cool « the meaning of rock and roll »
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