Stofdonkie
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Did you at least have a looksee for crocs?
Niassa, Chucky Norris and John the Baptist.
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Frohan Visser
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This RR can go straight to the Roll of Honour section!!!!!!!!!!!!
MJ, what Canon are u using???? There is some really excellent photo's.
Just by the way, how the hell can one sit behind a computer and try to work now after reading this..........????
Lekker...lekker....I'm waiting ..........................
MJ, what Canon are u using???? There is some really excellent photo's.
Just by the way, how the hell can one sit behind a computer and try to work now after reading this..........????
Lekker...lekker....I'm waiting ..........................
kevin
Race Dog
Geez brilliant RR - started off briliant and just gets better and better.. keep it coming
JackShit
Pack Dog
MJ, can we please have your report in PDF format (like the Angola trip) when finished? Stunning report. Congrats!
Mark Hardy
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You guys are an inspiration to all adventure riders
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Bet you have a fear of velcro?
Like me, I see you were also born with dry cleaning instructions.
So far a FF rating.
Foken Fabulous
Mark Hardy
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:laughing4: :laughing4:
the ant
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NEXT NEXT NEXT!!!! Please pretty please!!! :thumleft:
Ama ride ride
Grey Hound
Kamanya said:
Bet you have a fear of velcro?
Like me, I see you were also born with dry cleaning instructions.
So far a FF rating.
Foken Fabulous
MJ
Did you wax around your man boobs? :laughing4:
Maverick (R.I.P.)
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Simply awesome MJ, thanks for sharing :thumleft:
X Banana Boy
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Awesome keep it coming.
G
Ganjora
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an epic adventure, like this, like all of yours, must take a lot of time. do you work???
brilliant read, as uaual. thanks.
brilliant read, as uaual. thanks.
LanceSA
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What a great ride report. Thank you for sharing.
I am very keen to hear what you think of the 800 gs and how they performed. I know how capable Nardus is but personally think the 990 is a bit too heavy for the rest of us mere mortals for a trip like this. What do you think.
I am very keen to hear what you think of the 800 gs and how they performed. I know how capable Nardus is but personally think the 990 is a bit too heavy for the rest of us mere mortals for a trip like this. What do you think.
Nardus
Pack Dog
Hi Lance
The 950, in my opinion, is still the best dual purpose bike on the market. The 950 with the luggage and a 40 liter fuel tank is rather heavy, but will be similar to the 990 with extra weight. It still handles great and can negotiate fairly rough terrain. The 800gs is definately the best bmw to date for adventure travelling. A close competitor for the 950. The only real advantage of the 800gs is the much better fuel consumption. As for the rest - not bad for a glorified road bike ! >
The 950, in my opinion, is still the best dual purpose bike on the market. The 950 with the luggage and a 40 liter fuel tank is rather heavy, but will be similar to the 990 with extra weight. It still handles great and can negotiate fairly rough terrain. The 800gs is definately the best bmw to date for adventure travelling. A close competitor for the 950. The only real advantage of the 800gs is the much better fuel consumption. As for the rest - not bad for a glorified road bike ! >
SGB
Race Dog
Another great story with a difference by the king of adventure riding and his army. Entertaining as always - thanks MJ and friends. You sure know what DS riding should look like! Looking forward to the rest and wish you lots more, as long as you do the RR's!
surf
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WOW
LanceSA
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Nardus said:Hi Lance
The 950, in my opinion, is still the best dual purpose bike on the market. The 950 with the luggage and a 40 liter fuel tank is rather heavy, but will be similar to the 990 with extra weight. It still handles great and can negotiate fairly rough terrain. The 800gs is definately the best bmw to date for adventure travelling. A close competitor for the 950. The only real advantage of the 800gs is the much better fuel consumption. As for the rest - not bad for a glorified road bike ! >
:laughing4: :laughing4: :laughing4:
Metaljockey
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The next morning it is a quick wash and stock up on drinking water, before we head out.
And right away the dust brings these tstetse bastards swarming.
This time I get a handle on them though. It appears that their top speed is about 40km/h, go at 45km/h and you loose them. I get some enjoyment picturing them going apeshit in the dust and finding nothing.
We go through riverbed after riverbed, all leading into the Lugenda.
Flotation like this is just a thing of beauty.
We stop for some playtime.
Today our plans change. We did some calculations and figured out that there is no way we can make it, time wise, on our originally planned route. We wanted to stick to the Lugenda to where it flows into the Rovuma and then head to the coast.
We can still make it but there is no way we’ll get back to Malawi in time. So we turn away from the river and start heading south. Again our GPS’s have nothing to show, but where you see a string of villages all in a line, you know there must be a track. As soon as we head away from the river, we hit some exceptionally lekker roads. Just really good riding.
We don’t get many opportunities to cool off, so we use them.
When we get to the control gate for Hunting area B we cause some consternation. The guards are not used to people wanting to get out. Sort of difficult to refuse though. By the way, like the sign says, if you want to hunt in this area, look for Kambako Safaris. From all reports they are pretty good.
The first village we find, we stop for the obligatory warm beer. And again we get swamped like you won’t believe. I’m starting to know what it feels like to be Paris Hilton.
I manage to sneak away to watch the circus from afar.
Our navigation turns out to be quite easy as there is only one road to follow and it finally deposits us in Montepuez. Civilisation, fuel station, restaurant, that kind of thing.
Coming from Pemba’s side, maybe more like the end of civilization, because here the road to Lichinga turns rural.
This kind of rural.
Except for mud, this has to be the shittiest stuff to ride. Under that red sea of bull dust lies the cemented remains of the last wet season’s tracks , criss crossing each other and you just have no idea what’s going on down there. Of course having a sprained ankle, it is inevitable that I go down on that side and get that foot caught under the bike. Instead of wriggling and screaming like a girl I just lie there blowing little dust puffs until a local pulls the bike off me. Rather take my chances in the bush.
We ride through a town I never knew existed, called Balama.
I’m leading so the police are just too slow off their behinds and I get through. All the others are pulled into the cop shop. The same shit again, who is your leader, what is your mission?
A couple of km’s out of town I pull up as I don’t see my mates. I decide to wait. A severely drunk chap on a small bike pulls up, the police wants me back in town. When I try to start the bike the battery blows up. Same exact problem as in Angola. Lovely.
I show the guy my bike is caput, he offers to give me a lift. I politely say fuck off. I make myself comfortable against a tree.
Meanwhile back in Balama things aren’t going too well, every bike has to be unpacked and searched. Searched to the level of throwing open bedding, matrasses, foodstuffs, tools etc. One cop eyes Nardus’s hand pump with swivel head suspiciously, Nardus explains it’s a pipe, you smoke it. The cop sucks the one end tentatively and looks satisfied with the answer. Finally, about an hour later, they are let off.
The lesson : if you are wanting to smuggle contraband through Balama, don’t get a white man, dressed like a power ranger, standing on a 950 with two bellowing Akrapovics, to be your mule. He might look like he is trying to slip through unseen, but these cops are sharp. They will get him.
When they finally find me under the tree, I give them the good news about my bike. I learned some things in Angola though, so this time I have both a multimeter as well as a set of jumper cables.
We put some kilo’s between ourselves and Balama before the sun sets.
The area is pretty populous and it takes some time to find a place to sleep.
Brian snaps trees with pure body weight.
We covered a lot of ground today and the bikes have been working pretty hard.
One last thought before we go to bed, if you see this stuff somewhere. Stay the hell away from it.
And right away the dust brings these tstetse bastards swarming.
This time I get a handle on them though. It appears that their top speed is about 40km/h, go at 45km/h and you loose them. I get some enjoyment picturing them going apeshit in the dust and finding nothing.
We go through riverbed after riverbed, all leading into the Lugenda.
Flotation like this is just a thing of beauty.
We stop for some playtime.
Today our plans change. We did some calculations and figured out that there is no way we can make it, time wise, on our originally planned route. We wanted to stick to the Lugenda to where it flows into the Rovuma and then head to the coast.
We can still make it but there is no way we’ll get back to Malawi in time. So we turn away from the river and start heading south. Again our GPS’s have nothing to show, but where you see a string of villages all in a line, you know there must be a track. As soon as we head away from the river, we hit some exceptionally lekker roads. Just really good riding.
We don’t get many opportunities to cool off, so we use them.
When we get to the control gate for Hunting area B we cause some consternation. The guards are not used to people wanting to get out. Sort of difficult to refuse though. By the way, like the sign says, if you want to hunt in this area, look for Kambako Safaris. From all reports they are pretty good.
The first village we find, we stop for the obligatory warm beer. And again we get swamped like you won’t believe. I’m starting to know what it feels like to be Paris Hilton.
I manage to sneak away to watch the circus from afar.
Our navigation turns out to be quite easy as there is only one road to follow and it finally deposits us in Montepuez. Civilisation, fuel station, restaurant, that kind of thing.
Coming from Pemba’s side, maybe more like the end of civilization, because here the road to Lichinga turns rural.
This kind of rural.
Except for mud, this has to be the shittiest stuff to ride. Under that red sea of bull dust lies the cemented remains of the last wet season’s tracks , criss crossing each other and you just have no idea what’s going on down there. Of course having a sprained ankle, it is inevitable that I go down on that side and get that foot caught under the bike. Instead of wriggling and screaming like a girl I just lie there blowing little dust puffs until a local pulls the bike off me. Rather take my chances in the bush.
We ride through a town I never knew existed, called Balama.
I’m leading so the police are just too slow off their behinds and I get through. All the others are pulled into the cop shop. The same shit again, who is your leader, what is your mission?
A couple of km’s out of town I pull up as I don’t see my mates. I decide to wait. A severely drunk chap on a small bike pulls up, the police wants me back in town. When I try to start the bike the battery blows up. Same exact problem as in Angola. Lovely.
I show the guy my bike is caput, he offers to give me a lift. I politely say fuck off. I make myself comfortable against a tree.
Meanwhile back in Balama things aren’t going too well, every bike has to be unpacked and searched. Searched to the level of throwing open bedding, matrasses, foodstuffs, tools etc. One cop eyes Nardus’s hand pump with swivel head suspiciously, Nardus explains it’s a pipe, you smoke it. The cop sucks the one end tentatively and looks satisfied with the answer. Finally, about an hour later, they are let off.
The lesson : if you are wanting to smuggle contraband through Balama, don’t get a white man, dressed like a power ranger, standing on a 950 with two bellowing Akrapovics, to be your mule. He might look like he is trying to slip through unseen, but these cops are sharp. They will get him.
When they finally find me under the tree, I give them the good news about my bike. I learned some things in Angola though, so this time I have both a multimeter as well as a set of jumper cables.
We put some kilo’s between ourselves and Balama before the sun sets.
The area is pretty populous and it takes some time to find a place to sleep.
Brian snaps trees with pure body weight.
We covered a lot of ground today and the bikes have been working pretty hard.
One last thought before we go to bed, if you see this stuff somewhere. Stay the hell away from it.
Ektoknbike
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Eendag as ek groot is.
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