Adventure Trail Rider - Forum Kunena Site Syndication Thu, 17 Jan 2019 19:23:29 +0000 Kunena 1.6 Adventure Trail Rider - Forum en-gb Subject: Cambridgeshire Trails Camp 2018 - by: Ben600
Due to popular demand at the Safari this weekend, I have decided we should definitely have a Cambridgeshire trails camp.

I will be aiming to stay at the secret garden camp site, Wisbech St Mary, who allow fires etc.

Although, if they will not negotiate a rate, I know of a good few others in the area too.

Please let me know your preferred dates, and I will then get on with the organisation once a date is agreed.


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Subject: New Member - by: Guinlee
Look forward to meeting you all on the Safari in May, or before.

All the best

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Subject: Around the World 2 weeks at a time. Video of Moroccan trail trip. - by: ferdie

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The Grand Idea Wed, 07 Mar 2018 11:01:33 +0000
Subject: Happy birthday Ben600 - by: Twintec Twintec]]> Mud Pie or Birthday Cake Tue, 27 Feb 2018 22:48:55 +0000 Subject: The Grand Idea - Morocco - by: ferdie

Well the 10 diram sandwich seems to have gone up since I was last here. 20 dirams!! He might have seen me coming….

It wasn't until we arrived at HUBB last year that our friend who was with us, the Doctor, overall winner of the skills course and slow race, had decided on this next adventure. He was free for 2 weeks in September and we had a vacancy for a cameraman. Plus his private school French was far better than ours.

So after touching down in Marrakech that warm September morning we had a job to do as no bikes had been booked for this trip either.
After dropping our bags at a £10 per night souk based riad we set off on foot searching for 3 XR 250's. Trolling the back allies, eyes were upon us. From the cripple begging on the floor, the old man sat in the cafe to ladies that past us invisible, behind veils.

After some knock backs and chancers we came across chakib.A well educated playboy of a man. Who despite having an office at the base of a tree by a busy intersection was somehow was able to magic up 3 XR’s from his rental business M2r at the last minute.

It wasn't until attending the overland event in Stratford the week before leaving for Morocco that the grand idea was even an idea at all .
We bumped into a world traveller while helping out on the TRF stand who really gave merit to the idea. I felt slightly embarrassed at our basic budget adventures, surrounded by globe trotters and talked of longing to follow in his footsteps.

Wills retort was to point out that there are some very long boring bits while overlanding to your next destination, travellers often leave out the story and he felt we had struck on something interesting. In fact cherry picking the best bits then returning home for a break, always with the next leg approaching soon was a great idea!
Will came back over to me some time later and announced  The Grand Idea! that's what you should call it, adventures for a thousand pounds. I excitedly approached Chris Scott's legendary old desert crosser, the XT500, and I knew in that precise moment what I needed to do…...

Leaving marrakesh behind we were crossing the tizi n test pass 2100 meters high, on our way to the first unknown stop. Taliouine the Gateway to Saffron. As we pulled in to the hotel we spotted a GS and large KTM parked up outside, little did we know it but it wasn't the last we would see of these tankers. We played like children in the pool for half an hour before dinner, tucking in to chicken kebabs, chips with a mouthwatering moroccan salad consisting of tomatoes, onion, mint and spices.

The foothills of the High Atlas were hot, but their was worse to come..

Finally on day 2 we arrived at our first moroccan trail Chris Scott's MA 12. We would follow a vast graded rocky expanse to the edge of a gorge. The rundown into Aguinane was truly breathtaking! Hundreds of foot drop over as much as a pile of loose stones for a curb, to break left meant certain injury or death.
Like a sink, curving round, ever descending downwards. On the valley floor a sea of palms stretched as far as the wide eyed traveller could see.

We stopped at a aubergine and tried to get breakfast. In this foreign land communication is relayed by a system of sign language, over exaggerated movements and animal noises.
As it is, in this band of the Franco mute the four word man is king. The Doctor or John as he likes to be called negotiated breakfast or we thought he did but only tea coffee, a few peanuts and biscuits seem to emerge. With a peak around the kitchen door, some more French, omelettes and pancakes followed.

A new looking van passes us piled high with mattresses. After a while, following the gorge down on the river bed, through damaged tarmaced canyons we found the normal way in to Aguinane. In to the next Berber village and Fern slipped in the dirt and fell off. I missed it, but John picked her up. The land was starting to  level out as we crossed over the tail of the High Atlas to the edge of the desert, rock plains took us to Foum Zguid.

It was getting hotter as we searched for hotel with a pool. We found a little resort hotel with a lovely pool and English speaking waiters that appeared to float along while completely staying stiff upright. Lounging by the pool with the map, beers, diner and then  bed. Which was a mud dome hut with air-conditioning and sheets draped from the ceiling. €30 each room, dinner and breakfast.

The next morning after scoffing as much cake, pancakes as we could we set off wanting to see dunes following Scott's MS 7 trail. I was pleased we had gassed up the night before. Within minutes of the town we were crossing flat open desert dirt, not sand yet. We stopped when we met some friends coming the other way. The 2 Austrian guy from the hotel a couple of days before, GS & KTM man. They warned us not to sleep in the desert auberge as they did, sweating it out the night before, without so much as a tap to wash under. Adding don't go all the way to M'hamid as it's to sandy, take the cut off to Taganout.

We got our passports out at the police checkpoint and rolled across the open dryness of lake Iriki. The next 50 km to the midpoint of the desert trail over rocks was, difficult. Fern went down get trapped under the bike. Thirsty and tired with numbs hands from all the clinging on we came across an oasis in the desert. There was flock of goats, a well and everything. We sat around, eventually thinking the building was abandoned until this guy came out to tells us the auberge has been closed 7 years. But then proclaimed that he has been alive a million years. After some fun banter he draws us a map to show us the way out of the desert.
He then very kindly inviting us in to his walled compound. La bas as he liked to be called was also a doctor so John felt infinite affinity.
A quick tour of the irrigation system and gardens, where we ate ripe dates straight from the palms. A round of coffee later and La Bas filled our pockets with them. A final offer to stay the night and we were off! Following a sand drawn map that we had to leave behind for obvious reasons.  

It must be humbling living 50km from civilization with a ocean of sand behind you that stretched into Algeria and the blue peaks of the Atlas ahead.Something makes me feel he wanted to keep us there.

luckily for us La Bas gave us well water because we were going to need it. I've never been in a place where you can have your visor closed without it fogging up. In the desert you needed it shut or after a while your eye start to feel they are drying out as if a scalding hair dryer is going full pelt in your face.

We made it to Taganout, the sand map proved useful, only missing a minor turning marked by stones balanced in piles at the edge of the track
We filled up on coffee, omelette and fuel then thrash it on road to the edge of Zagora. As the big sun starting to set a little castle type riad with pool came into view. We needed it after the day of 40c + in the desert. As I sat drinking rum and coke an air of achievement came over me, I was relieved I had not got to play in those dunes in the distant haze after all. The doc had found he had damaged the lid of his duty free stash and soaked his clothes in spirits an inch closer to the exhaust and could have all been over. The evening passed dining on roof, another tagine with lemon and olives.

After collecting my dried socks and boxers from the hand rail outside my door we set off following the Doctor, he gets his first puncture. Now I'm always amazed at the resourcefulness of the less privileged. I stopped a guy in a suit for help with finding a garage. He pointed and walked off. We hurried put some air in and moved on a few streets only to be flagged down buy a garage owner with his lacky on a moped who knew we needed his help. After an hour of watching them work we were anxious to get going, I was just 1 more tea ceremony and £20 short of the game. A little argument ensued about weather it should come out if the kitty and it did.

Piloting the bikes flat out on fast roads, past palm groves we arrived at what looked like a quarry in Nkob. This is off road Chris Scott trail to Tinerhir MH 4 was the easiest going by far. Twisty climbs with flat sections of open plains between them. Tinerhir almost insight and we only bump into our same friends again on a mountain pass surrounded by goats performing vertical feets. After just having had to make a swift exit from a trail side tea bar as the berber didn't have change for a 100 diram note.
I did give him and his children 2 euros and a few Arabic looking coins from Mauritania.
It looked dark over in Tinerhir, luckily by the time we had arrived we just missed the rain. After yet another fuel stop we got our usual coffee with milk. Todra Gorge the next stop for the night, where we found a quaint faulty towers kind if place with only one man running it. He would later accost me on the way back from from the toilet with a fixed expression enquiring ‘whisky, whisky, whisky’. Now im fully aware this wasn't his war time call sign. He had gotten close enough to smell my breath because unlike John I had packed my bag carefully. However, little did basil faulty know I was nearly caught in the act of using an empty bathroom next door, leaving a stubborn gift occupying the porcelain.

After John's second puncture and swift breakfast in town due to basil not being able to understand my sign language. We were in search of cooler climbs today. We headed to another of Chris Scott's MH2 routes up to Imilchil.

The real Morocco for me. A cool mountain village on the MH1 & MH2 crossroad which felt untouched by the tourist trade, which is solely based on the price of the chicken and fact you had to cross the road to by it from the butcher first before returning to bbq at the cafe fir them to grill it. We ate and split down the MH1’s amazing twisty alpine passes. The road getting evermore broken up below. The doc was hooning off ahead again. Fern broken down, not the bike.

She looked at me, a tear runs down her cheek. The heavy 250 km a day minimum was starting to take its toll on its participants. Eat, sleep, bikes.. Repeat. It gave me time to check my bike. It had started to play up jumping about more than usual at altitude. I took the air filter off and it had the Sahara in it, with a quick bang it was back in place.

We traveled past a few villages where they blocked the road with rocks and sticks. We ride on only to have stones thrown at us. The children in the next village growled and pulled faces while lunging at us. Then we came across Oudadn auberge a little mountain gite rendered white with a log roof opposite an apple orchard, just as the book had promised.
We had fun with the owner, me riding round the room on a pretend donkey slapping it arse trying to ask him for a go on one I had seen earlier. He still didn't understand, even with the use of Google translate. I can only hope it wasn't asking him if I could ride his ass around the room.

The next morning I was so relieved we didn't decide to carry on last night. The road disappears. It's fallen rocks on broken tar or its the riverbed.
We ended up in the river bed amongst a mass of spiky bush patches. Soon as the tarmac came back we climb out the river, only to be back in it moments later with me coming off the bike too no consequence. John rode both ours up the bank successfully. I come off the bike once more. I use my gloved hands to make a path around the edge of a landslide, riding through skirting a sheer drop on to the river bed a few meters below. Thankfully after about 15 /20 km it dried up and the road came back to civilization. Onward to the official start of the MH1 at Midelt and passed the high peak of the cirque de jaffa.
Switching back along the windy fast main road to finish the MH2 leading back to lmilchil, which had been tarred over now, but it's still a lovely climb. Where on the ride into imilchil passed a big lake we only bumped in to our Austrian friends again and stayed at their hotel. Into town again to visit that butcher. Then an early night for all as it was already late.

Swiftly away in the morning after a few children had gathered, waiting around for treat, John gave them an empty chain oil can.

We were heading for Boumalne du Dades to see the gorge. Lovely climb following the MH1 again, but the bit we hadn't been on yet and going the other way. We past a colourful marriage festival on a hill where the nomads visit but once a year to find a wife. Lots of dusty trails taking us to just below 3000m and the pay off, another amazing decent to a tea stop in the valley below.  We stopped at the top of the gorge, an amazing sight the way they weave the road up the side of it. We took photos and had a tourist lunch. My bike was so much better once I had given it a proper clean at the gite that night. The ride down into boumalne Dades was fast, passing many roadworks. Still hot and craving a pool at the right price we headed another 60km down the main road towards Ouarzazate. We arrived at Sokura, it was a nice town built up around the main road. We found a lovely European hotel like Foum Zguid but at a fraction of the price. 400 dirams for a triple room with 8 fort tower rooms built in to the walls with pool views. Fern and I were fed up riding and talked on the intercom of wanting a day off. Only after arriving did we tell John and changed the booking to two nights. He wanted go out on hooning his own tomorrow but a violent case of belly du Maroc at 2am put a stop to that. He didn't surface for nearly 24 hours. Time for fern and I to lounge by the pool for the day and sleep. The last of the contraband rum was ceremonially drunk that night! What a holiday!
I after a day recharging l knew a nice campsite with rooms and a nice menu north of Sokura.
So that morning we set out on the penultimate day following MH12 to Cascade du ouzeds and the Dutch owned Zebra camping. We stopped of lunch and I get upset as the waiter trying to charge double, I know a fare price and paid him it. Not before making a gun sign with my fingers and initially refusing to pay. We haggled for a bit but once he realised I went lower with my offer each time he took the 120 dirams, which I still think is to much for a pancake, 2 omelettes and a pot of tea.

We got to Zebra and booked a basic room for 200 dirams. We got talking to a couple of Dutch travellers, one with a energy problem who told us the road from lmilchil had got washed out a few years back with landslides and great rains. We rode down to cascade du ouzeds and a tout latches on to us at the falls. Though genuinely being useful for an hour demanded a ridiculous tip.We pay what we think and ride the bikes without helmets back to zebra just in time for a Chinese meal.

Last day! We're not in such a hurry to cover the 156 km back to Marrakech after John's safety talk, consisting of a lot of accidents happen on the last day, so stay alert. Passing 2 school boys riding a donkey to class, I stop and flag them down. Instinctively they knew what I wanted. Not hashish, pictures of me astride the beast in full adv kit. Fern paid them about 8p and we were on our way. However, mid ride John wants to change the route to cover the tizi n tichka pass. It was only 100km extra and it would be a good laugh.

We never fully plan a route. We have a rough itinerary of places we would like to visit and a few trails in between mapped out. The rough unplanned nature of the tour affords us the feeling of spontaneity and freedom. Being able to listen to the land and the locals makes me feel like an explorer.

The Tizi n tichka seemed empty and when we got close to the summit a massive traffic jam was apparent. I pulled to the left and whizzed past everyone. Up to the head of queue to be told by another biker that it was close because the army had used to much dynamite while clearing the road. I tried to convince them I was Jeremy Clarkson from the BBC and needed to get through but they weren't having none if it.
Hooning back down the mountain range we smell the lovely ceder forest passing many roadside stalls and speed traps.
Rushing to get the bikes home, but not before ferns rear light is just caught in time dangling by it cable.

Back in Marrakech Ferns sat nav took us through the centre of the souk and its mayhem.
Tight walkways with people selling their wares, bike, mopeds, cars and donkeys. People are are staring at us. Some direct us others wag their fingers. Eventually we stop as we workout the satnav is sending us in circles. We ask a passing boy on a bike for help and he pedals off leading us to the central plaza. After dropping the bikes off, and with lots of fern fluttering her eyelashes to explain the rear light, missing mirror and indicator we were done.
Another couple of days in Marrakesh getting scrubbed up and having a wonder and we returned to the UK.

Total km covered in 9 days riding with 1 day off. 2160km   40% off road / tracks  40% poor tarmac. 20% main roads.

When I do motorcycle trips time stands still and 10 days feels like 3 weeks. I think we are just more aware of our surroundings on a bike and everything is new and not our bland learnt routines.
Just for a couple weeks I can feel like a child again experiencing everything for the first time This is one of the reasons we do these trips, momentary breaks from the European traps treadmill, without having the cost and disruption to the finances and home life a bigger trip brings.


15 Days

£240 flights return to Marrakech from London

£340 per bike. XR 250’S (10 days) (€300 deposit)

£25 per day expenses

£30 travel insurance

Total - £1000 approx

I had only been back in England a week. That's how long trip blues takes to set in! So I set to looking for the next adventure. South America seemed so mystical and appealing. 2 days later and I'm trying to convince fern that $40 a day for an XR 250 on a Dakar route was cheap. I just hadn't told her the flights were £700 each yet.  ‘Come on fern we need to do 3 to get material for this presentation’ I quipped.

Fern agreed south America bekonds so Peru it is!

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The Grand Idea Fri, 23 Feb 2018 19:49:48 +0000
Subject: The Grand Idea - Thailand - by: ferdie

We flew into Chiang Mai. After a couple of days sightseeing and awaiting my motorbike gear laden suitcase, confiscated by chinese aviation authority for containing lithium batteries, we went to a company called Pop Rental.

Ferdie chose the new hotly anticipated Honda CRF250 Rally (not yet out in the UK) and me the standard CRF250L.
This bike seemed similar in size and power to my Suzuki DRZ400, and perfect for exploring northern Thailand. Ferdie discovered the state of the rental companies helmets, no padding and full of sweat, so we picked up a new adventure helmet for him after relaxing in the hussle and bussle of the old city's temples.

Everywhere you went not just the late Kings Palaces, pictures of his magiste adorned the streets.

Day 1 of our Moto adventure and we headed out of the humdrum and into the rural northern hill tribes of the Mae Hong Son loop, blazing through the twisty mountains. We came upon an amazing waterfall just off the main highway.
We parked and locked the bikes and went and investigated. This was the first day of the first trip and we were anxious but excited at what lay ahead. Later, after a fast highway ride to Pai for lunch and beer we rode down a track to stay at Cave Lodge, just in time to explore the caves at dusk.

Day 2
The next morning we awoke to the sound of the jungle. After a swift breakfast we set off in search of Pia and our first trail. 20 km later the wide dirt road turned to jungle. We got lost and had to be directed by a local dear hunter with a long gun taller than he was.  Culminating in in some serious ‘hold on tight and hope’ rough downhill paths, only for fern to cross a footbridge and fall through. More directions from an army base, few crashes later we found our way up to the downed helicopter and on to Pai,  running on fumes.

Day 3
We headed to the namesake of the loop, Mae Hong Son, the road of 1862 bends. Fern found a roadside chop shop and fixed the clutch and a few issues with her bike. We stopped for lunch and explored a monks retreat and were surrounded by people wearing white while silently walking slowly to an open air temple to sit and pray. We got in to Mae Hong Son and found an air con coffee and ice cream bar so we could use there WiFi to look on for rooms close by. We quickly found a guest house and paid 400 bhat for a room. We dined on foot around a lakeside market at dusk. On the walk back to our rooms we would always collect water, ice cream, beer etc from the local the 7/11 shop. The market turned out expensive compared to the roadside shacks offering lunch for as little as a pound.

Day 4
On to Mae Sariang after fruit, toast and coffee breakfast. We left the main road passing ‘Fern Resort’ after a while and headed into the hills to find more trails. A lovely dirt fire road with talcum powder like dust on the corners.. ever climbing upwards, very slippy. This was the start of the Elephant trail. After about 100 km we broke off the GPS trail mapped route to find the main highway again. We were travelling truly off any map we had seen. Choosing to boldly follow a loaded pickup truck that surely must be heading for the market. Along the way, off the road we found a quaint temple being worked on, with a long raised foot bridge over some crops, to tourist shops. However we needed to get moving, we had a guy to catch.
That night we met with an Internet friend Colin aka captain slash, found on the ride Asia forum. He was due to guide us around his local patch.
He suggested his hotel, 300 Bhat for a room, it suited us, he could wake us in the morning.

Day 5
As promised Colin took us to some amazing villages and mountain climbs. One village had some sort of wedding on and all the villagers were walking back and forth with bowls off food.
We crossed some amazing and some scary log bridges, given furns..previous collapse.he took photos which turned out to be quite useful as we had gone none of us together riding the bikes.  After a packed lunch at the roadside we set off, back on some more track and the twisty loop backwards to Mae Sariang, giving us a taste of what was to come tomorrow .

Day 6
After a final wave goodbye from Colin we headed back, destination Chiang Mai, to hand the bikes over. We ran flat out on sections that followed the sweeping curves of the river.
Past the town of ‘Hot’, stopping at our usual roadside huts for lunch. We were doing 3.3 liters per 100km. Often able to reach 130kmph.
However following a airport taxi van at this speed it suddenly slowed. A speed trap. Beware police!. We had made it! Back to Pops rental in Chiang Mai which had worked out about £19 per bike per day.

Total km covered 965. 600 on road and 365 off road.

Anyway. We had a train to catch, overnight to Bangkok.
On this holiday we spend the next week exploring islands using a little moped to get around. Then back to Bangkok for a spot of shopping the back streets, Chatuchak Market and tourist stuff before we were on a fight home about £800 each lighter.

This loop can be done without all the off road and would be great on a big bike. But we were there after adventures on the road less travelled, old links, hill tribes & unknown side excursions.

When travelling we choose to travel light,  with  backpacks, a few clothes and essentials.  Hence the XR 250's as you never know what's round that next dirt corner, it could be you!


14 days

Flights £380 return London - Chiang Mai / Bangkok - London, both via China.

Bike hire £120 - 250cc honda (6 days) (passport as deposit)

£20 per day per person expenses

£30 travel insurance

Total £800 approx with a week Island hopping and shopping in Bangkok

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The Grand Idea Fri, 23 Feb 2018 18:45:44 +0000
Subject: The Grand Idea - Intro - by: ferdie
We would all like to have the time and money to buy a new shiny bike and travel the world for years. However most of us have jobs that we endeavour to keep, kids, a dog and a mortgage to boot. We will show a budgeted, incremental, ‘less covered’ style that we feel has merit in a world of mammoth round the world trips.
We feature our three recent trips to Thailand, Morocco and Peru, all 2 weeks in length and costing on average £1000 each.

We feel that newcomers to the world of Adventure Riding are daunted at the most common method. We are here to put across another variation on the theme, exploring the world one place at a time. The joy of the fly ride.
Flying to a destination, renting bikes, exploring off the beaten track with very little pre-planning.

The riders...

Fern - I graduated from UK camping adventures, to a Norway wild camping/biking trip, up to riding from UK to Nepal, solo in 2012 via Central Asia and China. I lived in New Zealand for 3 years, and returned to UK year before last to come and rejoin the real world, spend more time with family and save up for more adventures. I’ve always seen myself as a solo female traveller until I met this reprobate in my neighbouring town upon returning from NZ. I knew him through a popular internet forum and wanted to pick his brain about Pyrenean trail routes. I popped round for a cup of tea and found we had a lot in common.

Ferdie - I only passed my motorcycle test in spring 2013 after a chance meeting with a guy in the Western Sahara. I took part in the Dakar challenge with my little brother and a school friend. We donated a car to a hospital but the catch was you had to drive it there 4500 miles though Europe and north and west Africa. This 3 week trip changed my life forever. The chance meeting involved me piloting an old XR400 across the the desert. Then returning to the UK to undertake my motorcycle tests on a cold April morning. I have since then thrown myself into green laning and adventure motorcycling,only to one day read an article about fern and her travels, the rest is history, in the making.

On my motorcycle holiday I would normally go round the UK or maybe Spain for two weeks on my bike. Though time kind of limits how far you get before you have to turn round. I'm not saying these aren't adventures because I've had a smashing time in the pyrenees. But i wanted something more of a culture shock. More than the labels in the supermarket being in a funny language. Somewhere the menu wasn't amusingly translated. I wanted to go where all the ride reports & talks take me. However, it would mean a year plus off work and tens of thousands of pounds to ride round the world and visit all these far off places…. So that was that, I took my 2 weeks annual leave and visited the pyrenees again.

After knowing fern a while her talk of prior adventures started me wondering if you could just fly in to these far away places and rent a bike explore for a week or 10 days and have a mini Moto adventure on a budget. Do the tourist bit and bounce. I was pleasantly surprised when after a bit of research that it was doable for about a grand each, on 3 continents. So after a bit more research I booked 2 flights to Thailand. We had 4 months to get the other bits together international driving licences, travel insurance etc.

Well there isn't much else to do really, you have to look at a few places on Google you want to visit make a rouge itinerary. We don't book anything normally. It's more of an adventure that way, not knowing where you end up each night. Just go where the bike takes you.

Google, and other websites like skyscanner make it so easy to arrange everything yourself.

So to recap. What is the grand Idea…?

1.Bikes £20/£30 per day  - £250 (10 days)

We tend to choose 250cc honda tornados as they are electric start, light weight, have off road tyres and are good on fuel (200km+) and are cheap. As little as £18 per day in Thailand.

2. Food/bed/fuel £20/30 per day - £350 (14 days)

While riding we normally stock up the tank bag with snacks, biscuits, fruit, crisps every few days. Stopping at roadside huts, cafes and grills for lunch. Thailand was about £1 each for lunch. Then pushing the boat out for dinner and spending £2/£3. Morocco was a bit more.

We tend to ride wherever the mood takes us, off road, on road into the unknown. Then once sufficiently tired just pull into a town, quick swipe of the phone hot app and see what we like and just turn up.

Fuel is cheap enough and in Morocco and Thailand. About £5 to fill the bike average and run 200km. Some days we used a tank and a half, other days less than.


3. Flight £400

You will be amazed at the variations on getting  to a place. For Thailand it was cheaper to fly via China and we could still fly into the north and fly out of Bangkok for less than £400 return.

Morocco, the budget carriers like Ryan Air and easy jet are reasonable if your flexible.

Peru. Flights to Peru had a varied price range.  You could get there for £495 if you were willing to fly to France the night before, back on yourself to Amsterdam the next day and after a wait on ward to Lima. We chose to fly via columbia changing at bogata to cusco. For £680, as this was a night flight and would put us in machu picchu country the next morning.

This is the grand idea formula!!. It's no secret, but it was surprising how many people didn’t realise it could be done so cheaply and without hassle and to much preplanning.

We take all our stuff in a big 90l kit bag each. helmets, jackets, boots, tools, tubes, clothes cameras etc. This is RTW Patchwork adventure lite. Not having to get the bike ready for shipping, insurance, import paperwork the list goes on. It's just getting on that plane with a book and sandwich In hand and smiling when thinking how many border crossing u will be missing out on flying there. I feel that riding a bike for 2 weeks round a country without a tent, hugh paniers with tyres balanced on top, deadlines, bureaucracy and border crossing is to be admired. I've travelled the West Coast of Africa In a hurry and found I saw more of Morocco while bumming about on a bike for 10 days than I did while overlanding to my distant destination. And as you have guessed border crossing were not my fondest memories.

If your currently planning a mammoth RTW Trip this probably isn't the report for you. Lol. I jest fern and I are truly planning to go around the world on our own bikes at some point . Life just keeps getting in the way. I often worry I will never have the time and money or crucially both. So while we wait for our inheritance or pensions we are engaged in fly and try before we ride or die

I'm convinced that in life you can have either stuff or experiences and over time I've noticed the stuff weighs you down,  making the latter evermore unattainable.
Light weight and exclusive, maybe memories are the best thing you'll ever have.

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The Grand Idea Fri, 23 Feb 2018 18:27:50 +0000
Subject: xr 400 skid plate/sump guard - by: vinny123 For Sale / Wanted Sat, 10 Feb 2018 08:31:56 +0000