Monday, 28 September 2015

Has world War 3 started ?

A couple more shots of Dali as I walked back to the Sister hotel where we had left the bikes...


Abdul, the Guide, had asked we assemble for a 9am departure, so suited and booted, we all wait in the scorching heat .... while Ken now decides its time to adjust his chain ! Grrrr.

Onto yet another Toll road, where John lines up to "shoot the barrier" just as soon as that car clears...

 ... but clear skies and decent surface are the rewards.

You may recall that our route was changed at the last minute, due to road closures and bridge collapses in Tibet ... there was a lot of Chinese Whispers going on that it was just an excuse for the Guide to take us on an easier route, and that the closures were not true.

We didn't know who to believe, when we happened to meet up with Helge Pedersen, the founder of the well respected Globe Riders organisation.  He confirmed what a bad state the Tibetan roads were in as he also had to re-route a tour...

In the mean time, Alan with the Swiss lads, had incurred the wrath of the UK organiser, Motoexplorers, and I got sight of some e-mail exchanges that basically said "if you think you can do better alone, here is your refund and off you go then".  Tensions were high to say the least, and it had become an us & then situation now, with Max and his girl staying in neutral territory.

Max, who is already carrying 6 months worth of his luggage,
now has to make room for the girl, and her Autumn collection !
 In this mountainous region, you are either driving on a bridge...

... or going through a tunnel.

Ahhh... love at first sight, he tells me.

Another nice hotel ... I have to say the accommodation choices have usually been amongst the best each city had to offer.

Tonight we were in the city of Lincang.  It seemed like it was in the process of being built, with the roads all 4-lane, and arranged in a grid, but without the blocks being filled in yet..

... until our evening search for food took us past this huge high-rise apartment development.

We were lucky to find somewhere to eat, and after the hour walk back to the hotel, I was in no fit shape to walk back an hour to the city, just to seek some action. An early night was the only option. but as we walked through reception about 8pm, we find Abdul had been waiting there for around 5 hours for the 2 Swiss lads & Alan, who had apparently hung back, then disappeared on an "off-road" route they found on the GPS.

Abdul explained that every night, once we are all checked in, he gives the hotel his id-card, and they inform the local police.  The Police then visit the hotel and check all the permits, before we get our passports back.

The hotel were also getting upset that half of us had checked in early and they too, wanted to get the paperwork finished and wanted that police visit over and done with.  I suspect some of their "customers" don't relish a Police presence late at night for obvious reasons !

Not surprisingly, tempers were running high as I went to bed ....

Sunday, 27 September 2015

And dont Dilly Dali on the way.

We were all looking forward to getting to Dali, so got an early start and once again, decided to jump on a Toll road initially to get some miles under our belt .....

One of the Swiss lads, Max, was meeting up with his girlfriend there, so he left at 6am, while I was just looking forward to a night-club and western food.

We stopped at a Service area, and drew crowds immediately..

And after making good progress on the Toll roads, we decided to exit before Dali, and take a rural road for the last 80 km or so ... was a good choice, and killed the monotony a bit.


And then we got into Dali, and hit the traffic, where John tried to fit into a gap between 2 buses, and they took exception and closed the gap, nudging his panniers....

Finally getting to the hotel it was a short walk down a pedestrian zone, but was a good choice by Abdul.  The rooms were nice, but not sure about the clear pane of glass segregating the toilet & shower off ... I mean, I have only known the Swiss lads a few weeks !

Dali was full of touristy shops, and tourists, but was still pleasant...




And after a quick check of the cultural bits, we found the un-cultural western influence...

And a bar of course....

... and the least we could do was drink local beer.
Back to the hotel briefly, then with J & J safely blogging, I sought some younger Company and after a quick beer with Max, his girl, and Irish brother in law, we left them to hold hands.  Me, Ken & Sam then found those promised night-clubs....


And after all that excitement, it was nice to know the hotel was a mere 2 minutes stagger home !

Saturday, 26 September 2015

But its German ... it can't be broken !

Suited & booted, we convened in the car park for the off, then Big John announced that he wasn't going anywhere today ....

The ultra-reliable BMW had sprung an oil leak, and it looked serious.

With 7 pairs of eyes, and no end of advice, it turned out the oil plugs above the cylinders had backed off just enough to leak some oil when started from cold.  All attempts to tighten them failed, but as the leak stopped when the engine got hot, we "helped" John to make the decision to just live with it !

All too common scenery now....

but better than desert !
The 360 km to Chuxion turned out be be fairly uneventful, and we got there early afternoon...



Abdul had even managed to give us correct co-ordinates, so we arrived right at the door of the strangely named "Green Style Hotel".  But thats how it should be.

Later that evening, we had a stroll around the locality, and with the aid of Google translate, and a photo I took earlier in the tour of Pork in Green & Red Peppers, we managed to order a meal...

The obligatory photo with the staff.
And after that, back to the hotel, to which I also decided to retire early tonight.... nowhere else to go.

Friday, 25 September 2015

Bloody kids

First job ... fill up with benzene/gas/petrol/unleaded ... they seem to call it a different name in every country....
93 Octane is the lowest in China, with 97 available if you want it.

Fight more traffic escaping the city.

So when did the size of your truck bed limit what you can carry ?


And we head out into the mountains again.

Love the signs ... could do with this in the UK, I think.

Nice to get the contract for the Green plastic bits on the barrier .... one every metre, for 3000 km !
And then while busy plotting waypoints on my GPS at 70 mph, I miss the turn off.  Jeremy & John don't, so I have to ride a further 15 miles to the next exit, and deciding not to try and return on the Toll Road, I go for the country lane option.... and lane it was !

Hope they are not worried about me !

Drying corn on every flat spot available.

Villages are a bit dirty !
And this pic is representative of Chinese progress ... the track at the base of the pillars was the first road ... I'm taking the pic on the new road, while the even newer road on the pillars has just been opened.
No planning permission needed here.... if the people complain, shoot them.

And if the hill gets in the way, cut it out !

Not that she will ever benefit from a new 130 kmph highway.

Arriving in Dongchuan.

And despite the fact that I had taken a 40 km detour, I was surprised to find I still got to the hotel before Jeremy & John.  Made the acquaintance of the assistant manageress, who insisted on a photo.   Don't forget, people here have never seen a "big bike" before .... and Westerners are a pretty rare sight too.

Now most hotels provide shampoo and if you are lucky, a mini-bar ... this one had an interesting selection of, lets call them accessories, in the room.....
.... and when I checked out, I had only used one !
Once J & J had arrived, we went in search of a bar, and I sniffed out this roof-top venue....


After that, we found a "Fast food chicken place" ... a sort of Chinese KFC/McDonalds cross.. which meant kids birthday parties.  Bloody Nirvana for me of course, and they didn't waste any time in coming over to annoy me...

Got given this ... still not sure if was from Mum or Daughter !
So once our bellies were full, J & J wasted no time in getting back to the room to blog away .... not for me ... back to the rooftop bar, and now night had fallen, the plaza below was filled with dancing couples.

And bugger me, those bloody kids turned up again....

It was getting close to midnight and I was just about to leave, when Ken (one of the Swiss lads) had heard about my whereabouts, and joined me .... only to get mobbed too...

Still, it took the heat off me.

Oh, that item I used from the room..... the shampoo of course !