tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72845852914526175362024-03-28T00:19:36.204-07:00so far so nepalMarcinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17065117044545836714noreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7284585291452617536.post-79271209373373475762010-02-23T15:32:00.000-08:002010-02-23T15:38:54.963-08:00my bike was standing out of the box in which it flown from Kathmandu, just outside Richard's house. He put it together for me the same they he picked it.<br />We spent the day together with his parents. It was a nice evening. Next day very eearly in the morning I set of for a last leg of my trip. 400 miles up north to Edinburgh where I hope to meet my wife who is coming back from the US same day and she should be home before I get there.<br />The road was long and exhausting. I got rid off broken screen in Pakistan and broken fender in Kathmandu so I had no wind protection whatsoever. And it was raining like hell. I did managed to get to edinburgh late afternoon. My friends who were suppose to pick up my wife from the airport told me that her flight was delayed. She eventually made it and we finally met back inside the house. It was great to see her after all those months.Marcinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17065117044545836714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7284585291452617536.post-15096476193538959002010-02-18T20:53:00.000-08:002010-02-18T21:39:54.031-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8-DKjuoHKNHR5CyBKZDWghtGfNH7z7BKcMhmBlPyRSOGD_h4UUfVTO5D2B6TMmlWlYZYrqQDnSGMWTkWgjyOYCNOEi2Ff4tYmtpAGQ_bn0kz4QInqdOI7FBWNQSFRdF97WYNEP_6YzTI/s1600-h/rich.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 482px; height: 321px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8-DKjuoHKNHR5CyBKZDWghtGfNH7z7BKcMhmBlPyRSOGD_h4UUfVTO5D2B6TMmlWlYZYrqQDnSGMWTkWgjyOYCNOEi2Ff4tYmtpAGQ_bn0kz4QInqdOI7FBWNQSFRdF97WYNEP_6YzTI/s320/rich.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439814377807940402" border="0" /></a><br />The world is very small. Not long time ago, in +40 Celsius, I was speeding through Iranian and Pakistani deserts and here he is. He phoned me from the Czech Republic and came next day. We celebrated this meeting with beers in many of the finest krakow's underground pubs. I did phoned many of my friends and we celebrated till 5 am! it was nice to talk about our adventures in wider public.<br /><br />He couldn't stay longer than one day so we said bye bye and see you in London, in Richards house, when my bike was waiting for his owner.<br />It's New Years Eve tomorrow. Have a nice party everybody. I am so skinny that I'll most definatelly stay at home with family.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR53UD5ZIvnz1KxoKKJ_IxCWgBS0b97jX6WBZot9OZezwDG4OgXodeZ5UaYgCcTHOqVHw3NAHFKyrWzyDVmUNx6ToYafQwWJZk_Ck7vcXiuf46Inqt-9wRnBjWXmbeEL0E-D1US2T8N9A/s1600-h/rich+and+I.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR53UD5ZIvnz1KxoKKJ_IxCWgBS0b97jX6WBZot9OZezwDG4OgXodeZ5UaYgCcTHOqVHw3NAHFKyrWzyDVmUNx6ToYafQwWJZk_Ck7vcXiuf46Inqt-9wRnBjWXmbeEL0E-D1US2T8N9A/s320/rich+and+I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439817306656438642" border="0" /></a><br />3rd of January I'll go with my my brother to Berlin, Germany where he has been leaving for 8 years. Then on the 8th I'll fly to London, UK to meet Richard again and pick up my bike. Next day I will set off for a 400 miles trip up North to Edinburgh. My wife comes back fromthe US on the 9th. Super planning.Marcinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17065117044545836714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7284585291452617536.post-38581801777127249912010-02-18T16:35:00.000-08:002010-02-18T18:03:21.121-08:0012/27<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXy23QWs3s53qFxKEaeHFRQzz2N8xGeCYYhDuN1H4P_heLDmcAuOBDybpG5q8utTcT3XHIEPON-QPqKvIw0zcrh9trf0J-wpKXNzLyV2SXvGNzv9qx8PgpKph7EBpDX3uZrwkrDkArkPU/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXy23QWs3s53qFxKEaeHFRQzz2N8xGeCYYhDuN1H4P_heLDmcAuOBDybpG5q8utTcT3XHIEPON-QPqKvIw0zcrh9trf0J-wpKXNzLyV2SXvGNzv9qx8PgpKph7EBpDX3uZrwkrDkArkPU/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439766260091691058" border="0" /></a><br />Christmas, Christmas and it's all over again. It's cold here. Not as cold as it it usually in high mountains in poland but still. I'm super unprepared for this. I steal jumpers and jackets from my youngest brother. Thanks heaven he's got similar body.<br />it's been 8 days already in Poland. Flight from Dehli was a murder. It took 10 hours to get to Milan in Italy. Then I waited 2 hours for a plane to Krakow, Poland which took another 2hours. I didn't even feel like looking outside the window. When I got to Krakow my friend was waiting for me with my favorite beer in his hand. God It felt good.<br />I spent christmas with my Family anf friends. My mother was overjoyed by my safe return. There were presents and more presents. Every now and then everybody was asking me -"how do you look,man? you look like death. Eat something." I have lost 30 pounds in those months on the road but my stomach got so used to $2 a day budget that I really couldn't eat much. I finally got some weight back but it took few days.<br />this guy on my left is one of my best friends and I haven't seen him for almost 10 years. we used to move mountains together when we were younger. With the one in the middle I haven't spoken for 9 months. It was very nice to see them again. We drunk an "ocean of alcohol". We also did "bobsleigh" but this is a story for another time.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAW84-BjMdcwU0UfPFROk9x3rJxrBqME3dOdBxREnpeTPK_FWNxZwunqR6DcFk6xI6-ViRdmlZoMKhMiHqAHZK25XbrClZR07VgOtLz6fBZ3fr5oIZtdscGwsSmtvy4T5W7P03RCscnXA/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 330px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAW84-BjMdcwU0UfPFROk9x3rJxrBqME3dOdBxREnpeTPK_FWNxZwunqR6DcFk6xI6-ViRdmlZoMKhMiHqAHZK25XbrClZR07VgOtLz6fBZ3fr5oIZtdscGwsSmtvy4T5W7P03RCscnXA/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439766088166601842" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">there have been walks with my brother's dog, Boris, a huge Rottweiler which I absolutely love. There was a lot of food as well which was good because I started to gain some weight. It was different though from everything I have experienced in last months. Hot water whenever I want, food served to the table, not cooked outside my tent, heating, etc.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ_VRqHOQTS2dT_Z64jpxvrAlaa87WCUKWV1IQLNRlXAu7gEIPOBqU47vUszNVqmjbi9U4hkMV96Tvv0Y_P1xNgpWPKn3MJ1E5ihwzlP3rYBaU4ux8Em9zBBK8Vw4hMAOBUFJwcAPQRuQ/s1600-h/boris.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ_VRqHOQTS2dT_Z64jpxvrAlaa87WCUKWV1IQLNRlXAu7gEIPOBqU47vUszNVqmjbi9U4hkMV96Tvv0Y_P1xNgpWPKn3MJ1E5ihwzlP3rYBaU4ux8Em9zBBK8Vw4hMAOBUFJwcAPQRuQ/s320/boris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439768247810808866" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">3rd of January i'll be going with my other brother to Berlin, Germany where he's been leaving for last 8 years. From there I'll fly to London, UK on the 8th. I will pick up my beloved commrade 1150 GS and by land I get to Edinburgh, where I finally hug my wife who comes back from the US on the 9th. Perfect planning.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS1FmglIud9kEfZFH_VsN0K2KyS4doPxGyazmvaMZsk4qFi_uc-L4znu4oaWeoRBUdu9d8woHB_ic51KKh-exiVgmPNL7jv-dLwGftw7LWzTbZEifGG-gCZ9BfBhoyGPb6fWqlBgUY1T8/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS1FmglIud9kEfZFH_VsN0K2KyS4doPxGyazmvaMZsk4qFi_uc-L4znu4oaWeoRBUdu9d8woHB_ic51KKh-exiVgmPNL7jv-dLwGftw7LWzTbZEifGG-gCZ9BfBhoyGPb6fWqlBgUY1T8/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439769050041638242" border="0" /></a><br />Hello and good happy New Year from freezing Rabka.<br /></div></div><br /></div></div>Marcinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17065117044545836714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7284585291452617536.post-18381309361025056682007-12-27T05:39:00.000-08:002007-12-27T05:43:21.469-08:0017,12 Dehli. India<div style="text-align: justify;">This must be the end. Today i left Kathmandu and got after 1.5 hours to Dehli. Himalaya from the sky look beautiful, magnificent!! dehli much less. I reached my hotel after 1h of mad driving. It was dark. Traffic was terrible, taxi driver stopped and asked me to walk!After quick shower i went to eat something. I was attacked almost immediately.This is my shop...buy this...buy that...flute?Tomorrow i have to get to the airport again. at 2:50 am i am flying to Krakow. I cannot wait.<br /></div>Marcinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17065117044545836714noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7284585291452617536.post-88464874212033721532007-12-27T05:37:00.001-08:002007-12-27T05:39:25.314-08:0014.12. Kathmandu. Pashpatinath and Great Boudda.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilZ2uaIWf8bw_K2_DRRZoWYioREUw2VIbz8DILudgj4Su2PvKp1EdtHPeHn9ZQ_suvInnxV0V16wVxFTlOxQ70lMbaWFq4VnTuPndG6mcRNp_vMTJiUBuhw5jyphygnRQvy_XEwzzaGTc/s1600-h/33.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilZ2uaIWf8bw_K2_DRRZoWYioREUw2VIbz8DILudgj4Su2PvKp1EdtHPeHn9ZQ_suvInnxV0V16wVxFTlOxQ70lMbaWFq4VnTuPndG6mcRNp_vMTJiUBuhw5jyphygnRQvy_XEwzzaGTc/s400/33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148646800409109298" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiED67D4RRR3el863KBciYfctkkk4jWbyM26IKHywqZZUw6FBrBGqCjbGNF4Nqqsf59NfBQU5Gkn-pfjCdUL8YCibkRV6KtALJyVvOM3BEjY6W-FNuCFLvmCGFM3QEUp94TwC6y7uYPIGA/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiED67D4RRR3el863KBciYfctkkk4jWbyM26IKHywqZZUw6FBrBGqCjbGNF4Nqqsf59NfBQU5Gkn-pfjCdUL8YCibkRV6KtALJyVvOM3BEjY6W-FNuCFLvmCGFM3QEUp94TwC6y7uYPIGA/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148646740279567138" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjrGNRaSN5-vBqYsIGBcpW_rwQLCcEqXZJKXrT-q2fZ7naJh9oH9PQJG48L6G5b7dbqZ9v1AnPezGff9QFZ0fha_hKoOrIQyT6pTbn-qBjOIlO-vHegyyQWc9HgMtEQ4M5oRlh-ta4MKU/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjrGNRaSN5-vBqYsIGBcpW_rwQLCcEqXZJKXrT-q2fZ7naJh9oH9PQJG48L6G5b7dbqZ9v1AnPezGff9QFZ0fha_hKoOrIQyT6pTbn-qBjOIlO-vHegyyQWc9HgMtEQ4M5oRlh-ta4MKU/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148646675855057682" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRYnLZmUBbC42sBYeE-hazEeVmW_5kRlRKCGG5fzWWvj1BrlWcIDOU0sStYHZtP2UTRpGk-7qO-C42YSOYpHVFYB49kHCWFBks05KUJqnMSlk97rScv2LLDdX5y_X-TKbqe-L_YxF0Ac0/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRYnLZmUBbC42sBYeE-hazEeVmW_5kRlRKCGG5fzWWvj1BrlWcIDOU0sStYHZtP2UTRpGk-7qO-C42YSOYpHVFYB49kHCWFBks05KUJqnMSlk97rScv2LLDdX5y_X-TKbqe-L_YxF0Ac0/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148646598545646338" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKuPk8lRp-2ZC-tmwEoSECFfDwi5aPOrfwY2_MKAubBd4_5MNma7MRf0vPC9_pbsIC5qWqKdU3CITjL0SdqYP86AJ_FqI4N_vISFMKpDqeog7jDHeU4hkO7bv3rNafF_Q0va98gCM7TKQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKuPk8lRp-2ZC-tmwEoSECFfDwi5aPOrfwY2_MKAubBd4_5MNma7MRf0vPC9_pbsIC5qWqKdU3CITjL0SdqYP86AJ_FqI4N_vISFMKpDqeog7jDHeU4hkO7bv3rNafF_Q0va98gCM7TKQ/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148646529826169586" border="0" /></a>Marcinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17065117044545836714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7284585291452617536.post-42431222058228216812007-12-27T05:10:00.000-08:002007-12-27T05:37:04.161-08:0011.12 KTM<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq_ctO5KCkpP0fW_VEVxNOTdLTVDVTtCKrlq1SFvs4sECTi3pMwVMyJ-4xEeiJmWB59BV1CEj2UqHstr9yUz83TZGEy4WCIM-HICd6ak2x169EYeAk7GUTEkxTYgnVmqQ8-XnRSchOwF0/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq_ctO5KCkpP0fW_VEVxNOTdLTVDVTtCKrlq1SFvs4sECTi3pMwVMyJ-4xEeiJmWB59BV1CEj2UqHstr9yUz83TZGEy4WCIM-HICd6ak2x169EYeAk7GUTEkxTYgnVmqQ8-XnRSchOwF0/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148645640767939250" border="0" /></a>i have running nose and i have just sneezed 5 times in a row.This is my absolute personal recors! i have never managed more then 2 times. I am ill since two days. This is of course my fault. I am spending whole days sitting on the roof with no t-shirt on, reading Clive Cussler, evenings the temeratue drops significantly and i cannot put something warmer on. When thinking of it, whole trip i have been wearing nothing but motorcycle gear which was very warm. Since my bike is away i am left with few t-shirts and a sweat shirt. that's it. Though,Aspirin, polopiryn and few other 40 % medicins should help.<br />Last few days after shipping my GS were slow. Kathmandu isn't a special place. More like a stop before climing mountains or shipping bike further east. I have visited few places, quite interessting. But after 10 days i have nothing left to do. Tomorrow I will go to Pashupatinath where you can experience a dead body burning ceremony. It should be quite an experience.<br />everyday, hundreds of people want to sell me something. Bracelet, fruit, flutes, tiger oil,cannopy etc. Cannopy is everywhere and you can smell it everywhere.<br />I said bye to my french friends whom i met in POkhara. They flew to Goa to have some fun on the beach.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs7lvgboRhylnhIlVLSc_snUzj6v7l5UIl_fUAaVSzGjCh1TaNai0CWx85gZrTWrYSiZnj0cJbyCgehhIhRfJzdO_w5xnTh43hnnXP_Dd9wRXBUj16HzmnWGr5Cxd52g-R9NEqhHezZdY/s1600-h/steff.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs7lvgboRhylnhIlVLSc_snUzj6v7l5UIl_fUAaVSzGjCh1TaNai0CWx85gZrTWrYSiZnj0cJbyCgehhIhRfJzdO_w5xnTh43hnnXP_Dd9wRXBUj16HzmnWGr5Cxd52g-R9NEqhHezZdY/s400/steff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148645713782383298" border="0" /></a>It is a very dirty place. tons of rubbish lying on the streets. It doesn't seem to bother anyone but tourist.<br />I have visited "my kids" again. It was my last visit. They were very happy to see me. Unfortunately i did not have much time this time. VSN have located 2 new volunteers in Shining Stars, so this was an oportunity to go and see them. I have managed to take some photos. They just loved it. Kids wrote few letters to Tasha and Buzz.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnaMmx-W2SPpRb_e7tYFY9CoNecaD0zZLC84iM-BVplJRMN4JTZy4bAcsCDCR-blg2jESTB6nTGWhi-eJy6mIK1koN9tj6JLMF2In63OF7zjQ-lMCuhPSTQRAwLNtLFANeb-_MJOiisoc/s1600-h/surinare.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnaMmx-W2SPpRb_e7tYFY9CoNecaD0zZLC84iM-BVplJRMN4JTZy4bAcsCDCR-blg2jESTB6nTGWhi-eJy6mIK1koN9tj6JLMF2In63OF7zjQ-lMCuhPSTQRAwLNtLFANeb-_MJOiisoc/s400/surinare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148645773911925458" border="0" /></a>I am learning how to cook simple nepali food. Gamju work in my hotel as a do-everything-what-is-requested-from-you-boy. I have learned to cook Dalbat and milk tea (seriously simple;)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd36Q193riL8Tg9d5E-TzU9Uiu33cNTOEIRZjxDF2qML2E17pOyCl12IeZ_548BzxvKC8Rm5PO1NVVLkYPXFWxgZcDAHOQryCm_x1bdigimwI2AXPOpbzo7tRG7UZMkUl9iW75ItzEU80/s1600-h/gamju.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd36Q193riL8Tg9d5E-TzU9Uiu33cNTOEIRZjxDF2qML2E17pOyCl12IeZ_548BzxvKC8Rm5PO1NVVLkYPXFWxgZcDAHOQryCm_x1bdigimwI2AXPOpbzo7tRG7UZMkUl9iW75ItzEU80/s400/gamju.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148645825451533026" border="0" /></a>Still 6 days to kill. On MOnday i fly to Dehli, one day later to krakow. It will take only 13 hours!!it is hard to believe somehow that from the day the Idea was born till now it's been almost a year. Time flies, especialy when you having fun.Marcinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17065117044545836714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7284585291452617536.post-72942777422276452252007-12-06T15:55:00.000-08:002007-12-06T15:59:16.622-08:005.12 Nagarkot. 6:30 am<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrVxErcoJbHlspd2vxFr901yNQ6q88_Acn3DCjBn1Veh521gyUPqXcI2bPsktzK5DrsFy20C5av__eiUwDYpjX02-kCyUGKRAWIIrpy7aeZMiTsT_XoMwqW3zFxRlFM-F258_sFmQWuWI/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrVxErcoJbHlspd2vxFr901yNQ6q88_Acn3DCjBn1Veh521gyUPqXcI2bPsktzK5DrsFy20C5av__eiUwDYpjX02-kCyUGKRAWIIrpy7aeZMiTsT_XoMwqW3zFxRlFM-F258_sFmQWuWI/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140882313213125154" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBPT_W7Gl60lKJDBY94_SfOQ8Kq4fjY2ww8uvhp2f0BuuR5YUuTeqjtZkv7KKBkXrCDH1pgnLcjloxEx4Iz1KBFmf1R16dqmHHeQXX4bf6ZKtp1S299WrLQEeX2_gN7Q-PDy1eJ9W9P6Q/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBPT_W7Gl60lKJDBY94_SfOQ8Kq4fjY2ww8uvhp2f0BuuR5YUuTeqjtZkv7KKBkXrCDH1pgnLcjloxEx4Iz1KBFmf1R16dqmHHeQXX4bf6ZKtp1S299WrLQEeX2_gN7Q-PDy1eJ9W9P6Q/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140879886556602898" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">Nagarkot is close to KTM. With public transport it takes however 2hrs. Wrecked bus climbed all the way from Bhaktapur to Nagarkot. But it was absolutely worth. We left hotel at 5 am and marched 5km to the view tower on the top of mountain. It was freezing cold. Mountain range from Everest to Langtang in sight. <o:p></o:p></span></p>Marcinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17065117044545836714noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7284585291452617536.post-50496979368459062442007-12-06T15:53:00.000-08:002007-12-06T15:55:50.891-08:006.12 Kathmandu<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvYPkAlqdO8eqGHC3haY8bc7KJL2j-oXfMQpxqlaPPFA5K-FBW-FfYkHBANQ7iddMigBUKW-9dMTFSLPUKkoVCDNaO7C87Mgv4tunBxfi4BCCXmJ_a8NZ4JNTTQbb_nQYPrmqSdOq7FBI/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvYPkAlqdO8eqGHC3haY8bc7KJL2j-oXfMQpxqlaPPFA5K-FBW-FfYkHBANQ7iddMigBUKW-9dMTFSLPUKkoVCDNaO7C87Mgv4tunBxfi4BCCXmJ_a8NZ4JNTTQbb_nQYPrmqSdOq7FBI/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140868994519540178" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">That was one stressful day!!! From early morning until 3pm I was stuck at the airport preparing the bike for shipment. It wasn’t easy and there was no end to curses and swears. I told those clowns not to start preparing cargo pallet until I dismantle the bike. As it appeared the pallet was just big enough. I could fit panniers and helmet into it. I wasn’t satisfied for very long time and they could sense it. Anyway, I worked my butt off. Didn’t fit here didn’t fit there, not enough here, to heavy….! I cursed in Polish, German, English and even in French…(influence of French guys I met in Pokhara). But at last we have packed everything, motorbike was inspected and carnet stamped. Now into the office to discuss costs. All together it weighed<span style=""> </span>326kg. I am not going to mention now how much I paid, who cares about that. However after a while I decided<span style=""> </span>it is not to bad as the bike is being transported from one end of the world to the other. Now maybe I can start sightseeing<span style=""> </span>and have a rest!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1idkms5jp5vr9ioY4Ha6LSDJLhfN22bN9VDw0tAr-MK0R601ES0QbwoYuriobMLly40Hp-1TE_QhharZY7rp7VAOnkOW1ZZ1wJCmQRe9SM7E6FbhjTtpcGPs6qKunbWvfsK5weR3WOss/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1idkms5jp5vr9ioY4Ha6LSDJLhfN22bN9VDw0tAr-MK0R601ES0QbwoYuriobMLly40Hp-1TE_QhharZY7rp7VAOnkOW1ZZ1wJCmQRe9SM7E6FbhjTtpcGPs6qKunbWvfsK5weR3WOss/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140868663807058370" border="0" /></a></div>Marcinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17065117044545836714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7284585291452617536.post-10577398126308760562007-12-06T15:50:00.000-08:002007-12-09T12:50:50.975-08:006.12 Kathmandu<span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMtkLvS3XXtbMXmVQkOXZirVzJpoBs2vm0_26W81UEY2SWzP9iA9Zv1Egitd-hjBcICNbFYiHxuGPFRgR3dGSmiaaFXRCWeBBFXheLvtXIt77iGn7lMEbl2BcJES5Wa_ArUaZ6g_RSdvk/s1600-h/7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMzLHNADGMF60BsPPlf_VD26NrQfQmrfNCarULiYHPfB_ks66G3YvTbp-7hn3xvJoj-gSUlOwSGC25OUO2yuwKYqeuFyAJNOci0zdThvCxqmYMGBx4HI_XzdXkXzcCMgcHwEneXUk9BTk/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140863080349573490" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwmVNqMxCbyPHvd2r5qkd9fJF5-3MGIstZ4kjJeFfhz60q2VHl_ICptvCZkVErL3dixlDJBmZS0qdLOmG5h9Z30ladAWubGB6O9SY9ydX7_L8nzfuGMtT-EoPnYId3PUEFXaL7pyA7WNA/s1600-h/8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwmVNqMxCbyPHvd2r5qkd9fJF5-3MGIstZ4kjJeFfhz60q2VHl_ICptvCZkVErL3dixlDJBmZS0qdLOmG5h9Z30ladAWubGB6O9SY9ydX7_L8nzfuGMtT-EoPnYId3PUEFXaL7pyA7WNA/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140862891371012450" border="0" /></a><br /></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-GB" >Yesterday, was one of the best days of my travel. At last I met all the kids, I did my journey for them. It was an amazing experience for me. 28 kids from Shining Stars orphanage are real darlings. I have never seen more smiley and jolly bunch! The moment they saw me I heard loud Namaste! We sat in the circle first and everybody introduced themselves. Later I told them about myself and my trip. We’ve put<span style=""> </span>laptop on the chair and kids sat<span style=""> </span>in front of it. I started to tell them my story, showed pictures of motorbike and myself from different corners of Europe and Asia. There was no end to questions , and we were running out of time.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-GB" >Stars love photos, as you can probably see. They have a new house now, it is rented. VSN is now collecting funds for a new building. The ground is already purchased. The money we have collected are for that. Thanks! Best regards for Tasha and Buzz from kids, they miss you…</span><span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-GB" ><span style="">:(</span></span>Marcinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17065117044545836714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7284585291452617536.post-54861053739045295472007-12-03T14:49:00.000-08:002007-12-06T16:01:04.742-08:003.12.Kathmandu.<span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB9rZOUIZWqXpXQQ3OpjKInPXd8tXZOas3-oycuetkcc3hBkwQRafT9eAHbhVosdSxvzR8wEPsZuudVh4pJjWKWSobXWzINNrDubbll5sJP_3f4vKC273SYK3j_5jFxwGqEI8osbD_u8g/s1600-r/7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139727452341805394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiFLkb_Kmy6_eHokdaUj4gNFBrySm3z5otYUvWWMp7VPZ3pqfuOFEriTiCa6ZPfcGR9J9mwvx9eRGHm_NIZT11cnxrDyLTutBIFcRwAOjLlCIHFdEg3YNMxAs2CUefEWoQv6xkC_kok4A/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCNrDypMCiSD8D43JwmnHRzmPTgMt9EfR4rcDAF35z-0SndRE03OLPh9hwoTM5S0S7l7dCyUt88JdtdDRCtDSRSBLBInqeo-CnSyRkNTvd6Um13H2PBdqqTzEbwTDyuN6I9nlWxIgjZMM/s1600-r/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139727271953178946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsPtYcv56qaqjxbxQzO6kKvfyGE3lX9BX903F11A_g1nSCxwSMJFB_HtKfHewhVtLZCiHwuu2z5IyRKEGIW0S_e7O6pgsFF-d0Z4zES0zTmhAynlrVhmERbX8px7EawxFIhMpJ3zfX9Fs/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjysjbooIMTqvXuBZkmj82zTLpjw7MeqeoLrpX2QfOu5PdCPigVHWIVPNPraOrz2IrujNuHxYBHIY3zfrcLxqYsnxdqibYaO5fWNHwjd3QUcM2-tONmoGZiy6X_8auzByk6XXk6GhYE6kI/s1600-r/6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139724579008684306" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYXd-hghT_1pOkyc8kWZobt0h_gPYOUTBe7m7b8avXaeiC1safJPF8ohraZSjd3lqyeRDljY3IjkBxbJoxmN9ZN8tysRlbHOtCtkXHICzoyJ1ndNlZchgDP8Qog4UZUlCG0JU22ZGVadQ/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139724222526398722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYQUanAmqdGmcB2lKuqo5OhrAF2IoIat3egmF6OuoAswAfcc8Nu9J5bXRVVMlALyfPHsTVtM_9qLAMtGvrivM0wK665J5gcW5MyeE_8Ul75Zjju7rrlmYG7WMMv8CAWHxryIthDpkN5xE/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxiBUXNk2nX_BDkAFWTuiNIN_se-FMZ-XuCdT9RgbBxWWrbyjMp67OegSpBHFty5U6BGhfA1Az2aUXDGK7O8QGQV-_VUNIa7GRN2NWt_3E512FYVwGs6U4hyZgoTCIzoiHDrGo0mrAY94/s1600-r/4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139723823094440178" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAvjhXNzf7TzOwikIov4TxImS1VdWVAQ1B_hp5EIUnMzQUvMqBm_h2KCO4rKJw6GZfZmWRrbttHSM3oSiWIdCWECDrPMdStaLZYPEbTDVzEiFn9ap3gCT5osKOS3yOyLeBOMuW7fSMkBI/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDbT9GcFB7HQeALVhVa-JRAqYf-9rf1Svg7OlSnpLssTRTe-l4-BdjNuDZ6le-N3Rq4bqJpZy59Q4spGgVO4wm1orNGKPQuBcgergDqFW8ZhcF4A_cSVyLbQAlNabb_ryJDtQ6CGykyQ/s1600-r/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139723612641042658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGpyQ4PSzp6tnalKb2xF3hxZnmS6HXufWDZqqyLpGSi3I1gyUGX8HGQ_py7Qk4TtonJV4ooKLwzvl5Wqc3vY5i4wmLpqPMBGNYBCUpuse5KpC_fvyoApbmSC1M4VPylSiuei4bhaNCqCQ/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></span><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB">91 days, 11 050 miles, 15 countries, 15 lost kilograms. That’s the balance of my journey. I entered Kathmandu 1<sup>st</sup> of December, exactly! It’s a pity there was no road sign to document my achievement. For now I’ve<span style=""> </span>attached just a few photos. I decided to fly back so have to organised cargo for my bike. It is almost all set, but I still don’t know how much it is going to cost me. I also met my charity organisation and had a chance to visit one orphanage. It was a completely new experience for me. On Wednesday I will go to Shining Star, the orphanage YOUR money are<span style=""> </span>going to. I will also met the kids and tell them about my travel. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB">KTM it’s a city with dreadful traffic jams, stench and millions of tourists and shops with fake North Face gear. Riding a bike seems to be less dangerous for your life than walking. I promise to write more soon. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB">I have to confess it was an exhausting journey.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">And now something for Buzz…</span><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139723140194640066" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipRwumsFYkgvGteGK8v2OvJFrWxlQAG78H_1weQpMuMmG79oCuB0x2fACl2_Z4bVVz1gps1yeuiBm3ko718CqVwDP3C16yL4Y28eOC5Cy6VKrLGPyyiwSKuNkzeKDrixWHoGgOJ1J9tvo/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Marcinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17065117044545836714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7284585291452617536.post-34752011239694738112007-12-01T08:46:00.000-08:002007-12-01T08:51:11.406-08:0030.11. Back to Pokhara<p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKwshNgI1gRnjS1qkdjgk5sqSifuQ6C67LgTWQoYiQC0GBr04iQAJClDcBocg2OrLL8A1wO1NIGfX-7WTuKVLZDT3wEm_tFV5JBm2pEPeT5hZWiptqCg7EkXTtfqYqVVabLbH5-PZBh0U/s1600-r/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138641711479290482" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjxaUUW08nBIK-Kp_WVjq-vnmZD3xJjtL883HcLtkBJ6lSRArG438qxu38ZZeoRmMAlM7GbFM7DaOyJBj6nTgL-TCJOhm6gvtqkxkDI-cgy3KWw7yhFtqWrNVi8owu7wmkIOs04yCrHzw/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;" lang="EN-GB">I woke up at decent hour, I mean when the sun didn’t let you sleep anymore. My tent on the roof was getting hot very quickly. From 8 am packing, for last few days everything in my panniers was upside down. It took me 2 hrs. As always obligatory photos with owners, staff and whoever was there. From there to Raju for a cup of tea and bear hug. Next to Rick in motorcycle club, photo, and then to filling station as my tank was dry.<br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138642291299875474" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZP9tX532Hku4E98Nk9qFfiVWuu9RD5evVPMKaXVSjVCeisx7hrVsiD6ram1VesJWzTdwL4D0hXBqPHlY2kIYDwn4bB2atztfv5dEFgsm5D2PFk-ORDj7Wh01MeBrKotGt0ycdCRJeDes/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;" lang="EN-GB">It took me until noon. Chitwal National park is not far, 140 km I could do in 3 hrs if I hurry. Well, maybe 4 if I stop for photos. I had time. I left from Raju exactly at 12.20.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;" lang="EN-GB"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138642574767717026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BgfpCGFfLctMsv8MgkitqHt4VBlLZnanEMRIbZZblEyDWz12QAsl9pbtvf8YWf7Fpb0pnlp2DlUZsXHWm29zyaDwydR7iax55pVjRfEuaD3NG_nvpRAMOL7LWlF0XxVarmiNhg47hmE/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;" lang="EN-GB">I passed by familiar <span style=""> </span>stands with fruit, lovely woman who was selling me water, bazaar. Next over the bridge, passing busses parked across the street. Something was wrong with my front suspension, and a noticed that a while ago. I even told Raju, we checked and everything seemed to be OK. 15km outside the city, something started to bang loudly, and I started to panic. Handlebar was shaking, I used front break… , noise became louder. F*** I thought…dancing on the road….I’m going to <span style=""> </span>kill myself. I braked with the rear…I was slowing down not being sure if I land in the ditch or not. After all I have newly painted shiny tank! What an irony <span style=""> </span>would it be?! Obviously you don’t think much about your own life in moments like these.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;" lang="EN-GB">I stopped, my heart was pounding like crazy, when I was getting off the bike I stumbled on the bag fixed to my back seat. I fell on my face, couldn’t stay on my feet… <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;" lang="EN-GB">I looked at the wheel..OK….tyre..OK…air…OK….I checked clamp… missing screw!!! F***, just recently I’ve changed front tyre, I didn’t tighten the screw! It fell off causing vibration and fright. I followed my tracks back in hope I could find it, no success. Luckily it was Nepal, workshop after workshop. One guy turned upside down 3 buckets of screws looking for a similar one. Fruitless. I decided to go back to Raju. 10km took me almost 50 min. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;" lang="EN-GB">….“Raju…do you remember when I said something was wrong?” “I do”…</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;" lang="EN-GB"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138642901185231538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNc-go69ildUUaBQYzqZvuS-rInZF2W-IQjBwR9MEPE5AeI62h8PVDU5A1XB1lQb9cklffPwW-5jf_0tKUAFQ-JINwJwSIH0N1gnEkYWaP_mbC1uqBHXDeYVI0g37iQDkYjMP9fv7wpEs/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;" lang="EN-GB">He didn’t have appropriate screw, but he jumped on his Enfield and came back after one hr, with screw in his pocket. A bit longer than the original one but fit perfectly. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;" lang="EN-GB">It was after 2pm. I am not going to hurry, it was a sign. And during my trip I’ve learned to read them. In Turkey I wanted to avoid Erzorum and what happened? I crushed into rear of the Tofas…I had to stop in Erzorum. So I decided to stay. Tony, a nice English man <span style=""> </span>who spends half year in London half year here, lend me his Enfield. F***, what a bike.. hard work! Gears don’t work well, kick start after previous decompression… no brakes… top speed? Forget! HOW TO RECOGNISE ENFIELD RIDER? BY SMASHED MOSQUITOES ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!!!</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138642003537066626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4CG2fUSJdK7X3F2yOLoLWTGArsmICYNWAbTpusbZFtXkFrIsmaSQvcqu_Hq8OrKQPy4Yc1WJ_FZKZNrQeo09oYpNk6yVeKdDg7iibJfS9NVm6oqAuEqn10M0vX21lyIX8mqJZR27LBEg/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;" lang="EN-GB">Anyway I made a 100km trip to mountains. It was amazing if I don’t <span style=""> </span>mention engine stalls, unsuccessful tries to start it and frustration…<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;" lang="EN-GB">100km cost me 5 lit of fuel same as my GS! But Royal Enfield is 350cc whereas my bike is 1150! And <span style=""> </span>it has brakes and speed. But there is something about them (RE), the sound they make is so sweet! I’ve just finished rum with Raju. Hotel is not the best but hey it is close to the workshop. Tomorrow after omelette (I didn’t like before, now I do) and tea I head to KTM.</span><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><span style=""></span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> </span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138643098753727170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUHjbMETxXNSVF9RM2yUMnla9HVgbsxGwVEdU8TISZIOIu0dpllx7lVN7G9HyDkhqlhz_uj28Hq0JOHDP1Te8OVaBnfQd1jaSl6_nhefOlzRWDiIIF5dtob8E7IVtxLBg5sk_ftGC4cWk/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /></span>Marcinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17065117044545836714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7284585291452617536.post-15374611449239484282007-12-01T08:43:00.000-08:002007-12-01T08:46:26.200-08:0029.11.2064 Still in Pokhara<p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji-LYw7_KLNzFOBenHHjVeQyZQs6pPsf5CbYJchdH-YoSvV3j5v9wFGb8hFYyl3hsBjf-9mexAMG-IWEgyjg5_2cnhqP-9asG9OoO_yMlfKsfQ_8e_BUpwCFkjHwlm5HKsBp_0rds39C4/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138208160300563026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji-LYw7_KLNzFOBenHHjVeQyZQs6pPsf5CbYJchdH-YoSvV3j5v9wFGb8hFYyl3hsBjf-9mexAMG-IWEgyjg5_2cnhqP-9asG9OoO_yMlfKsfQ_8e_BUpwCFkjHwlm5HKsBp_0rds39C4/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;" lang="EN-GB">Yesterday I was on pins and needles for few long hours. Raju just finished pouring rest of the whisky, and next bottle was ready to go. The guy who was supposed to bring my fixed tank, that “suffered” during<span style=""> </span>crash with Tofas in Turkey, was already 2 hrs late. I was like a ticking bomb. He didn’t come at all. But OK, weather wasn’t appropriate for drying of freshly painted tank, but he could have shown up said sth. It was 9 pm when we parked the last Enfield inside. I was buzzed coming back to hotel. I had a dream that my tank was poorly done, but lets start from he beginning…<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;" lang="EN-GB">I came to Pokhara 24.11. It took me whole day to get from Butwal in the south to the city centre. Only<span style=""> </span>150 km in 10 hrs.<span style=""> </span>Roads were fantastic. I had to stop almost every other km, because I thought that “this is the best view I have ever seen in my life” and so on. I was filling memory cards one after one. The closer I was getting to the city the more beautiful mountains seemed to be. I stopped on the bend, city underneath and in front of me Annapurna range with the magnificent Mahchapuchare (Fish Tail) in the sunset light. The red of mountains and white of rising full moon made a mark in my memory forever. I quickly reached for tele lens. I took maybe 20 shots, Unfortunately now I have only the one here in the blog, By mistake I’ve formatted that memory card. I have no original pics, I came back to that place twice trying to catch the moon again. And I did, but the moon moved somewhere else. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;" lang="EN-GB">I was shooting photos when I heard Pajaj 100cc behind, and loud “ O Puton!!!” A French guy noticed what I was photographing, and immediately reached for his Panasonic, then with maniacal zeal was running around shooting pics.<span style=""> </span>I don’t know how it happened, but I’ve spent 3 days with them, in the same room in Green Park Hotel, cool guys. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;" lang="EN-GB">Travelling one day to Saranghot (mountain with great view to Annapurna) somebody waved to me. I turned I waved back. An old guy sat there with maybe 8 Royal Enfields around. I haven’t stopped, though. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;" lang="EN-GB">On my way back I stopped in front of the workshop. I met him, young Nepalese Raju, and few Brits. One of them funded motorcycle club “Hearts & Tears”. They looked at my GS and shook heads. Rick told me<span style=""> </span>there is a tinsmith guy<span style=""> </span>here that works for him sometimes. We jumped on the bikes, he had a beautiful enfield. The guy said it would be a job for 3 days and it would cost me 3000 Rupees, which makes 23 £!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;" lang="EN-GB">Later when I came with my tank I found out it would be ready on Thursday not Wednesday. Promised 500 rupees extra for the young Nepalese worked. He said OK. Yesterday however, the weather was dreadful and it was not possible to deliver my tank. I got it today and I have to admit I am satisfied. 500 rupees went to the youngster and 3000 to the master. In Scotland I would probably request to paint it again. Small imperfection here, smudge there… but have to admit it looks better than when I got it from Buzz ;)</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138208533962717794" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZjDAS65aFQvqn9d8nSmoVL8m8Hpun51S5y77Z4dbDFfJLuSOXsBzGgjhSENlr2mRCBkUPkabTR3NmsY4z2MUefhkICASEj7hbePd9UvTOr_Va6c2QRc3_vYnt5t1nr429mFrvmLmDLV0/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;" lang="EN-GB"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;" lang="EN-GB">I fit it back<span style=""> </span>and was shocked how shiny it was. You could see your reflection, superb job for 23£. Few people in turkey told me it was not repairable. I’ve learnt in Nepal that everything can be fixed. People here have no money to buy new things so they have learnt to repair old and theoretically unrepairable<span style=""> </span>parts. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;" lang="EN-GB">Pokhara is a beautiful place. So beautiful it attracts thousands of tourists. Touristy tourists and crazy tourists- walking bare feet, half naked singing songs and shouting “shanti shanti”. One day we woke up 5 am and rode towards Saranghot. I wanted to ride further. After 15 km we turned right and rode to the top of the hill. In front of us we had whole mountain range. Sunrise, 8000 m peaks. Unforgettable experience. The other day I went for a light trekking. I wandered few hrs in the jungle looking for nice spots to rest, phtograph etc… World Peace Pagoda, it’s a temple on the big square on top of the hill, with flood of flowers. From there view must be excellent. The only thing I could see were clouds. So thick and high they cloaked the highest mountains on earth. The view became so ….. normal, uninspiring. After 2hrs waiting for weather change I gave up and went back. Somewhere<span style=""> </span>in the middle I witnessed a fight. Over a dozen of monkeys chased and battered one poor monkey that cried loud and run as fast as she could. I was able to record some of this but then the camera battery decided it was enough..<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;" lang="EN-GB">Most of the days I’ve spent walking around and resting from riding. After 3 days spent together French guys left and I moved on the roof with my tent. Every morning I woke up greeted by mountains. Evenings I’ve spent in Raju Bullet Surgery with a glass or two of whisky ;) plus traditional food. Tomorrow I set off for KTM. VSN contacted me and wait for me. We are going to meet on Saturday. I just want to go to Chitwal National Park before, and on the way to KTM stop in Daman from where I could observe sunrise over the highest peak on Earth!</span></span></div>Marcinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17065117044545836714noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7284585291452617536.post-55339801784797983442007-11-27T15:20:00.000-08:002007-11-27T15:21:37.837-08:0027.11 Pokhara<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht0yjgdUIr3BHaL02aswYIjCbZetOUowEkK1lgxREoSKz4ISdjQf93ro0uerB1-fpxIpdKFCVFKjIIrNwmylVj0vttSlEaT1BuQZ_tXQxPAnfUhLjzAlT2CAQCcassW_Ot5TXbv5ph5wE/s1600-h/9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137548187035925058" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht0yjgdUIr3BHaL02aswYIjCbZetOUowEkK1lgxREoSKz4ISdjQf93ro0uerB1-fpxIpdKFCVFKjIIrNwmylVj0vttSlEaT1BuQZ_tXQxPAnfUhLjzAlT2CAQCcassW_Ot5TXbv5ph5wE/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz6e5gwmLFjPAun2yUSwAD5oMbrspLzoG_imzHtHjpaycpobOCPho62YMFdXHEUMD4-foEa2B5yfOb2Y9U9vKet7Ix1WM-swGeY4xaOz0n50cUtmwXOmsea9xiDizNF5sqDdjpOTozRcQ/s1600-h/8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137548032417102386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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U stop Fish Tail and Annapurna Range<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ALq3a6xH98CDpHj8vBTKsbtiI4wykOfaJulKzHSdqcBYy6Tarq796uWn-803GNzhHZpSQtNal5v_iDmzHuXYdcQAx2pisUXDpUIIA8MYEjkA-16gnvGjOc9r46IZU3WMUhmIeek37VQ/s1600-h/6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136782720784562594" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ALq3a6xH98CDpHj8vBTKsbtiI4wykOfaJulKzHSdqcBYy6Tarq796uWn-803GNzhHZpSQtNal5v_iDmzHuXYdcQAx2pisUXDpUIIA8MYEjkA-16gnvGjOc9r46IZU3WMUhmIeek37VQ/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNNxr5V0muE4FLEsdYiGY7AYXx2xEtPPORIpbgw24Q6132wsFzGbnJXHKyoH7lzytYXGzA8ZgMGKTrG8gMkY_OsQGWpLm-XP4YNYXeLYN29y7pweDx_8IM_5TbudMMN1dl65ajusHeTXo/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136782596230510994" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNNxr5V0muE4FLEsdYiGY7AYXx2xEtPPORIpbgw24Q6132wsFzGbnJXHKyoH7lzytYXGzA8ZgMGKTrG8gMkY_OsQGWpLm-XP4YNYXeLYN29y7pweDx_8IM_5TbudMMN1dl65ajusHeTXo/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSfIt53FYtPSMsX1baSRX6EWDGYg6NaZJ3lo8hBdAIwViHZgySuOvPTEUZxwK8TOII-fKMHSFSsJK87NdUr8rBbm1RMYvU-pi3BUg5SdZeoGEuYsef_TilnpoUCyfWj7OeA0C7dtqdXhk/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136782398662015362" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSfIt53FYtPSMsX1baSRX6EWDGYg6NaZJ3lo8hBdAIwViHZgySuOvPTEUZxwK8TOII-fKMHSFSsJK87NdUr8rBbm1RMYvU-pi3BUg5SdZeoGEuYsef_TilnpoUCyfWj7OeA0C7dtqdXhk/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitIdeazwc7WwswEODiY7FOXnaUOwsnQGLcZohYzob_Hdu4Mybx4r5JvwIw9OAA2Q0CPkG83XARrJ9ZKdT1TmteH6niYvWhpSm0cSJO_lDA7Yc0CIJl3p5In_ZTnwqpH02UIt50DIVm-b4/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136782222568356210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitIdeazwc7WwswEODiY7FOXnaUOwsnQGLcZohYzob_Hdu4Mybx4r5JvwIw9OAA2Q0CPkG83XARrJ9ZKdT1TmteH6niYvWhpSm0cSJO_lDA7Yc0CIJl3p5In_ZTnwqpH02UIt50DIVm-b4/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhewvS7mh9_fOAIVM_5j-H-OTeEoRgGUA77fzp95uxhyphenhyphenUpoxuVWQD8jmwXMrfGuRxgXXe3CDZA2So7n6vMpNJImuFd7t_funp0qcruuUnTVVM0Xdmq1LeI6o-WeMeqzDy_u2uwUagmC-Nc/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136781964870318434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhewvS7mh9_fOAIVM_5j-H-OTeEoRgGUA77fzp95uxhyphenhyphenUpoxuVWQD8jmwXMrfGuRxgXXe3CDZA2So7n6vMpNJImuFd7t_funp0qcruuUnTVVM0Xdmq1LeI6o-WeMeqzDy_u2uwUagmC-Nc/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvAF4uzjsV1ttWYAGwkBB1ZyauJtwW3wP3lEkIYcdJAN85o4Ln2JgW02CkBV0OyJgF8ZQNr963oe4XWaCyh5qMhtxUiltsE9aNxZX7S6myXPCMuoCl__8jF3xVGLPxUtel3gaQ-JiFGqo/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136781797366593874" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvAF4uzjsV1ttWYAGwkBB1ZyauJtwW3wP3lEkIYcdJAN85o4Ln2JgW02CkBV0OyJgF8ZQNr963oe4XWaCyh5qMhtxUiltsE9aNxZX7S6myXPCMuoCl__8jF3xVGLPxUtel3gaQ-JiFGqo/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136783369324624306" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirlBmSnfz4W-40-e6lldv_NcDf-NI1J8UpHdDavjdktb6ocAyfQZJSrnqchW1QicVoL13tWUpxZrmscRKAg1Cm2P4gh3pCEHvTBZ_wcdvRtM18lEFKFaX3wpTqXXALekmoYWWOJK4a-o4/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Marcinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17065117044545836714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7284585291452617536.post-68406117907265464552007-11-25T04:58:00.000-08:002007-11-25T05:00:34.498-08:0024.11. Pokhara.I thought I won't write much today. Let the photos tell you about my day....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdT9j3oKe0d416_tjj_zo2Z-Yx9uXDTsnhIw_a6FsuFsQ9Z0zTJ7y5bQ8qwQ9B_-vFnTibwGlkruf3OQjQSB9Ct_VZuOrvsL2HdCj7Zig8HoEBRgRBTIgh7FawC06TVcpo4pzPBhc54us/s1600-h/6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136416115261077794" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdT9j3oKe0d416_tjj_zo2Z-Yx9uXDTsnhIw_a6FsuFsQ9Z0zTJ7y5bQ8qwQ9B_-vFnTibwGlkruf3OQjQSB9Ct_VZuOrvsL2HdCj7Zig8HoEBRgRBTIgh7FawC06TVcpo4pzPBhc54us/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136415956347287826" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjja8dIVnMqcKYtejlqAB7VzsUW-TC-VbxVBUl6qeu0k04bYApJqhJ19vPNeU63W3BKttJRcybs7pdqZ0sawPQO5h9KClO6QXYvUR8BLegvr9SNsCnnPFT2KxJT3z2IdHXMbSgTGUAF6nw/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCmfTKGlrkzQcWiXBftApBgkvnTyyGHXouN-90l4W9_m1zGTRJPJ9EuyVJvmEcw1TwsEh6kKywKk6MElqzao8hE2fkIu4zd1o86NZyEFdXcPrrueK2Sz0-8xECuBi4SVbiALQXWV6KM5k/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136415814613367042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCmfTKGlrkzQcWiXBftApBgkvnTyyGHXouN-90l4W9_m1zGTRJPJ9EuyVJvmEcw1TwsEh6kKywKk6MElqzao8hE2fkIu4zd1o86NZyEFdXcPrrueK2Sz0-8xECuBi4SVbiALQXWV6KM5k/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZI91CHgNAorW6ypdNsil_vbatc-Tyhq00wcmEiAwPg3Fdbo8s5lZff9B2Oy1jC_w148isCfzlnM0CUY-q6zh_1uDDCtDLJH5WxLYVqkFxPQ9joru5wA7bZ_pvuznCTANU5wLKZp9yx-I/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136415535440492770" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZI91CHgNAorW6ypdNsil_vbatc-Tyhq00wcmEiAwPg3Fdbo8s5lZff9B2Oy1jC_w148isCfzlnM0CUY-q6zh_1uDDCtDLJH5WxLYVqkFxPQ9joru5wA7bZ_pvuznCTANU5wLKZp9yx-I/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjutbnmYQ5ug2QKhjcFq4V5G8CR0GcLJ6d5BGoJcvOp2MXISL4hSXrLSpAPzdKqZSqGxt0-pBT0O1Z3e923H8OLNkrSFqCXVIlU1y1Uwny-QhX9Brior0FkGOzX6Dr2e8TviZMI6oQtmbw/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136415355051866322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjutbnmYQ5ug2QKhjcFq4V5G8CR0GcLJ6d5BGoJcvOp2MXISL4hSXrLSpAPzdKqZSqGxt0-pBT0O1Z3e923H8OLNkrSFqCXVIlU1y1Uwny-QhX9Brior0FkGOzX6Dr2e8TviZMI6oQtmbw/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136419010069035314" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHzFbmQSPaelL89CtoiEHYT2gcHFaLiP7-kZYrjC6TT_fJ0dtmiLemDp_mvm1khtHzP6Xsp19EyMOsRHcpWoKE3T5qHjn8RTj6zoiz9bzXlG64nxliDPrLN18370nr-yKdxJyPSRo7QNo/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136422750985550146" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbY5qiqs5kGQZtp8E9xH5Kjc_95_E_SBGFrxQbCjm5sgEa0rxEX1jaberPrlv6TuUXUszPgGcSe92lespTqV0MgL7-ItnGJoPZx3zTMSZZBOUFQkqDfs-SBacS9lLgwUg0ZDAnGGCqY3g/s400/7.jpg" border="0" />Marcinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17065117044545836714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7284585291452617536.post-16564123079943858112007-11-25T04:15:00.000-08:002007-11-25T05:01:32.218-08:0023.11 Butwal<span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-GB" >22.11 at 2.20pm local time I entered Nepal. I felt tears in my eyes, after so many months of planning, after 82 days of travel I finally reached the last country on my map. There will be no more stickers on panniers, no exchanges of one country’s currency to the next one, no need to adapt to new local habits, no more tasting of local food from the street…..<o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-GB" >On one hand I am happy on the other little bit sad. Only 3 months ago I had mixed feelings. I thought I won’t manage, bike would give up, it already had high mileage. It appeared that it was I who suffered more, I’m not talking about accident in Turkey (even there my<span style=""> </span>pride was hurt more). For many days my head aches and I feel exhausted. I’ve shed many kgs and really need longer rest.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoBodyText"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;">Here is the plan, Now I have about 300km to my goal – Kathandu. But I don’t want to get there tomorrow. Tomorrow I will go to Pokhara and stay there for a couple of days. Maybe I could get closer to Annapurna. On Monday, accompanied by Kazik’s music I will reach Kathmandu and finish my voyages. But it won’t be the end of my trip. People from VSN await me, money you have donated it is for them. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-GB" >Greetings from hot Nepal, from the border between jungle and high mountains!<o:p></o:p></span></p>Marcinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17065117044545836714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7284585291452617536.post-52087255847865708872007-11-25T03:26:00.000-08:002007-11-25T05:01:54.236-08:0021.11 Nainital<p class="MsoBodyText"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoBodyText"><span style="font-size:100%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135294407242315922" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqBJRDefG_ljhM7BZvxxa_x78Wo2kXBvvtm0vFIHFmJRld2hhtNylkc5wM1U0Pq40Rd3idQeRXdwj7m14utt3WS0waTNOqoF8eTFm1BJyxQFX2utRIjhUJYE1K0GZ6uSXyTUc9bedkiZg/s400/IMG_4695.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSFr_7vHoNhuMwprhtFH_3TYlk7RJmQ4ulhMcocBYo7YhyphenhyphenB0LsDsq3fBi9Z92ANzvDrXR95oiSRhpdsD0XrFkHm2h7YVc0htURc722g-tJDz6jTc0TqpO0qsPdY_55TqSIRDXWrAUKiDc/s1600-h/IMG_4668.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135291735772657778" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSFr_7vHoNhuMwprhtFH_3TYlk7RJmQ4ulhMcocBYo7YhyphenhyphenB0LsDsq3fBi9Z92ANzvDrXR95oiSRhpdsD0XrFkHm2h7YVc0htURc722g-tJDz6jTc0TqpO0qsPdY_55TqSIRDXWrAUKiDc/s400/IMG_4668.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></span></p><p class="MsoBodyText"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;">My body starts to fail me. I feel cold, last three days I had fever, 39C. I have constant headache. Surely my body needs, longer than one day, rest here in mountains. I stuff myself with drugs and dress worm, etc. But riding these roads is very hard and needs good physical fitness. Now, I am medium fit. Additionally all that noise for the last month or so, plus weight loss. I lost about 10kg since I started. The closer I am the more I’d like to be there already.</span></p><p class="MsoBodyText"><span style="font-size:100%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135293423694805122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihcd5vTEmcN0XHKAWWDmdnxsk9y2va1I3hWXfIAhCJ5ftRh_FFLlwei5KqognuwRNmMaUhER1KUtYu4V9di9ynZ6Z64sq0d8UWtUVz8wYaQslIRlqB6TxFIS4oH4jIDXG_WAzXIPyRzsM/s400/IMG_4674.JPG" border="0" /></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-GB" >The good news is that I have a good amount of money for the kids . We have collected over 1000GBP and that is awesome, thank you all!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-GB" >Since I left Shimla I had no chance to<span style=""> </span>go faster than 60kmh. Roads were super twisty and super holey. Only breathtaking views compensated for lost time. I wanted to ride those roads, roads that so many spoke of. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-GB" >After seeing Karakorum Highway with my own eyes, I can frankly say that it is a piece of cake. These roads here in Himalayas are the real challenge. Between Shimla and Dehradun (I didn’t get to) I came across<span style=""> </span>50km of offroad. Suddenly, smooth as silk tarmac gave in to rocks and holes. Motorcycle was heavily mistreated. As I’ve found out later all roads would be like this. It didn’t matter what time I woke up and left I wasn’t able to do more than 160miles. I could have possibly done more<span style=""> </span>but all the stops for coffee and photo in those amazing places, slowed me down. Distances of 20km in straight line became 90km of twisty roads. Climbing to 3200m and down again to 850m. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-GB" >Oil leaks from the gasket between crankshaft and Axle. Possibly from riding hard on those off roads. However there is no leak when bike is idle. It only happens when oil is circulating. I am optimistic though, I am so close now. Only 160km to the Nepalese border, then Pokhara and Kathmandu. Keep your fingers crossed! <o:p></o:p></span></p>Marcinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17065117044545836714noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7284585291452617536.post-17218592309173560832007-11-20T13:38:00.000-08:002007-11-20T13:42:34.523-08:0020.11.Nainital<div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUGM7IpjOtFRnsa83A978Cfq94onjBf9MelNdU0wCEZe4Jhc88P6bNvCPgiACocjnXOhiKl4pM69yi7XjwP9BM8qH-_Ve0l5thUMnMQkZdMFvEp2Y3fVzK-Jcosp8rH-3djblB3b3sYJs/s1600-h/IMG_4400.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134940970088560706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUGM7IpjOtFRnsa83A978Cfq94onjBf9MelNdU0wCEZe4Jhc88P6bNvCPgiACocjnXOhiKl4pM69yi7XjwP9BM8qH-_Ve0l5thUMnMQkZdMFvEp2Y3fVzK-Jcosp8rH-3djblB3b3sYJs/s400/IMG_4400.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGEPtp0s5jwmsxMkkIj9QwZpF7zxCv40qwymbBeWQhX7PcH97RXi52-ox5Z9d-esbNulNfo97FbKH3EUDHuz0VNZ4ISjA0_WlBycCTNnglzsfL8011sVS1dYGVBELcCdi5ABmPY5f-X70/s1600-h/IMG_4373.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134939874871900210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGEPtp0s5jwmsxMkkIj9QwZpF7zxCv40qwymbBeWQhX7PcH97RXi52-ox5Z9d-esbNulNfo97FbKH3EUDHuz0VNZ4ISjA0_WlBycCTNnglzsfL8011sVS1dYGVBELcCdi5ABmPY5f-X70/s400/IMG_4373.JPG" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134941880621627474" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJL9YS9YvoEnNL78zx4ILieaqQGA29D_FDxrHKxO23o1AWDaLz8RdnHiYOhEg92pUAUOvFVwhrRpqhP8KKzI_LrQiLgz-cbk5kLnXPFrShSWKRMHicjROCpzRYDoy5eMyoqPEGpeQtDro/s400/IMG_4778.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134942670895609954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKyTDe_UZZqNizFkXbKcj6llTKAsIqQklTRxKFPWODjjV8CWo4QrR-su_t0s4Q0-AsnafVRDaVJ15jvgkgYiJ8IMzCRQ-gOfOnCEBAEkmK2xN2ly8_iLKiMaLh587KlzfTUMLAsmXV1WQ/s400/IMG_4822.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>Today only few pics, and not the best ones as I have forgoten the right CF card. I am knackerd . I will stay here tomorrow and write few words.</div></div></div></div>Marcinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17065117044545836714noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7284585291452617536.post-57588929323858387612007-11-17T08:35:00.000-08:002007-11-17T10:34:50.078-08:0017.11 Shimla<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2tjaBN9pcJSg2t3Z5TD9_x-bua52xvtg4H4wLakZZcROSrSFpcEJPDES4HTOdQQ51YA7fkIeREOcUQDlh5d4SOdbKfEpo4_58YZ0GVkce9tqrm2Rm7us9pe7veLH0MYhAGLVMmgP7_1U/s1600-h/IMG_4613.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133837408306624530" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2tjaBN9pcJSg2t3Z5TD9_x-bua52xvtg4H4wLakZZcROSrSFpcEJPDES4HTOdQQ51YA7fkIeREOcUQDlh5d4SOdbKfEpo4_58YZ0GVkce9tqrm2Rm7us9pe7veLH0MYhAGLVMmgP7_1U/s400/IMG_4613.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></span><div><div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman";" lang="EN-GB">I feel really bad today. I have a headache and nausea. I don’t feel like eating, only sleeping all the time?! I woke up today after 12h of sleep. Hardly, contemplating if its even worth. Through the window I could see monkeys jumping from roof to roof looking for some food.<br /><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133830287250847698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjonkdSZXqGMfVMblgWz0ENbxPtXbzJWpvsQimWZD94U0065tHbtXg_34Vnt0UrCwKkmLZMHjX2Sz42Gd8P9n_Z64vfDHdrQxP8rlsfpO6DzHFOcqNvvyKZd58AG7vdK7AZZMBVNrslzNw/s400/IMG_4571.JPG" border="0" /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman";" lang="EN-GB">I don’t understand why I feel so miserable. I am on 2200m above sea level, so it is not that high. It was much higher in Gilgit. Maybe its a sun stroke and I should avoid direct sun? I don’t feel like doing anything today. It is first time during my journey I wish it was over. In straight line it is only 900km to Kathmandu but in reality it will be something like 8 to 10 day</span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133833560015927282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpEdmU0SUPwaRFRgtZl0YunP7JZOl0ytO3Jm-dCrdiFnwxbN1DiR1T_6NxnA9EFr1h54P0uFZSLP00dpztXNyf2I71awOJALzppiCM5AiDdasV00GFzw_wyN7y3RSFPWp1D_nQTxYWvJw/s400/IMG_4594.JPG" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman";" lang="EN-GB">I left Amritsar yesterday by N1 to Delhi. First stage was dreadful. Pakistan was a kindergarten, India is <span style=""> </span>terror on the streets. Absolutely no rules and f*** klaxons. Honking, never ending, loud and with bizarre melodies. I turned towards Jalandhar. Small villages started to appear. I lost my way few times which became everyday habit during my trip. When I reached Una I got really cold. I was entering high mountains, beautiful mountains. It was Himachal Pradesh upland. Views were breathtaking but I decided not to stop every time I see something interesting. It was so long ago that I could lean on my bike like that. Riding through these beautiful passes between mountains and amazing nature around made me smile to myself. First time I have encountered a horde of monkeys occupying all the trees and roads. It was definitely a good choice.<span style=""> </span>Traffic eased but still you could bump into a truck parked across the road and half on your side, dough! There was one problem though, average speed was about 40 kmh and it was still far to Shimla.<br /><br /></span></span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133839439826155554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1ErFA2PGCG6hqnhvBPrnofBx8rFd2sshPZNTzmq-4cfLnfJ3g0gknIQe1Zy0bSr5WSK4sBoxHK9MF7USFf1DOOVLpDu_3wQOx6uIri8z6YMlhfTqYCKltv6vDg6k9TsNp0MfvU8BluNM/s400/IMG_4614.JPG" border="0" /></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">At 5 pm I realised that either I will have to stop and camp wild or ride in the dark to reach Shimla. I chose the second option when in one<span style=""> </span>of the hotels on the way I was asked 600 rupees for a room. I was tired and dirty, and on top of that it was really cold. I didn’t stop however to put something on, I was freezing. I noticed lights on the horizon, it was Shimla, proudly covering the hill. Hotel I found was awful but it was enough for me. It is cold inside I had to use both sleeping bags. There is no heating no TV nor bathroom or any other luxuries. In the bathroom nearby I could wash myself pouring water from the bucket while standing on the cold floor. ... but what can you expect for 3 £. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <span style="font-size:100%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133835415441799170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGFh9DFP3Q-5wF84_5qWiTVZruSBHrPVHqmQxmmOfTHKwLxQDCw9qLxZcWcwuiOwM6yJNXvkAQLQDJW6t1ZabcHZabL1qLYoI3JVmFwY84o7143xodaEyoGfviXQtKx32AJ5JO5CRsHus/s400/IMG_4601.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman";" lang="EN-GB">As I’ve already mentioned I woke up late today. A walk around Shimla isn’t easy, every street climbs uphill. And I fell really bad. Tomorrow morning I will decide whether to stay one more day or ride to higher mountains. If my state is related to the heights I have to reconsider that.<span style=""> </span></span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133832099727046626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaRFhcRT1AAtGhcYcKSrVFCHpHHFQRAzLPI9WvStVq_u6RYZfvt2r8HITwKfZ0uOCqAk3yPi0gDOnx5X7iHCAtvaYQLVPkXP9vCUfNRI6mGWebNyjI8SDGkNSiss-os5GU96USUvAd_EA/s400/IMG_4580.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div>Marcinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17065117044545836714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7284585291452617536.post-46169712040283748732007-11-17T06:58:00.000-08:002007-11-17T07:09:17.564-08:0015.11.Amritsar.India<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">I apologise but I won’t catch up on the Pakistani story. I’ll try to do it once I am back, however believe me there<span style=""> </span>is not much to write about. The only place worth mentioning was Gilgit and Karakorum.</span><span style="" lang="EN-GB"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">While staying in Lahore we decided with Richard to fly to Gilgit. To try something new and have a rest from biking. In the morning we set off for Islamabad. Only from there we could fly to Gilgit. After few hours of horrific riding we got to the airport. We were refused to enter</span><br /><span style="" lang="EN-GB"> motorway so we had to take N5, really bad road and very dangerous.</span><span style="" lang="EN-GB"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">We bought our tickets. Flight however was not certain, flights to mountains depend on the weather. For last few days planes were flying on schedule and there was no problems. So we</span><span style="" lang="EN-GB"> were calmed.</span><span style="" lang="EN-GB"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">At 7.15 we took off. After 10 min views became spectacular. Flat dirty ground changed into beautiful mountains. Pilot shouted that on the right we could see Nanga Parbat. My first 8000m peak.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPg01SvwdDkInHz8kb5LqoZZD-1qwMhJMq7bfBM5U0dIx2S39P2HNIkf7hxlf6BqcmsnVoJFGqwyv5Vpqaom8pwE717O6cvRYvuRahruAC1sZ34aXoz_aY48yhLvJIdjnjqeaJ-2t2fzA/s1600-h/7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPg01SvwdDkInHz8kb5LqoZZD-1qwMhJMq7bfBM5U0dIx2S39P2HNIkf7hxlf6BqcmsnVoJFGqwyv5Vpqaom8pwE717O6cvRYvuRahruAC1sZ34aXoz_aY48yhLvJIdjnjqeaJ-2t2fzA/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133824957196433298" border="0" /></a><span style="" lang="EN-GB"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">The flight itself was amazing. We were flying at 5500m almost between peaks, but Nanga ruled the sky. Hotel was OK, only 290 rupees for a room. It was really cold there so we got some extra blankets. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">Tourist office was next to the hotel. We agreed for price of safari with the owner. And because it was 9 am and we only had one day we had to hurry.</span><span style="" lang="EN-GB"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">Old Toyota Land Cruiser picked us up from the hotel shortly before 10am. We had Passu and glacier nearby planned as well as Rakaposhi<span style=""> </span>peak of 7000m. I felt really good when we were climbing Karakorum Highway higher and higher. At some point</span><span style="" lang="EN-GB"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">Close to Passu we were at 3000m. All that gave me a foretaste of what is ahead of me, Annapurna trekking! <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">We’ve paid for hotel in Rawalpindi for 3 days, we wanted to leave our luggage there and take just necessary things to Gilgit.</span><span style="" lang="EN-GB"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">After we came back we had one more night. In the morning I rode away to India and Richard to the airport to catch a flight to London. The story of sending his bike to London requires one whole post .</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">Since 2 days I am in India in Amritsar. Border crossing was fast and without problems. Maybe because I came just before closing and guys just wanted to go home. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">I have checked in to a gratuitous hotel facing Golden Temple.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXPHh_1IBteYafvzyTxRo0uBuBUsbN2ydgS4ibQGGjxB4b4uBuCcoLY4BRh9F4GyVsqS0ykSxTup7HGmV9z17CFGh9W99vCv5xmETzP7SHabFS8Gh4mBBQ73_G9OedpUpbUdm5Kme-FyA/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXPHh_1IBteYafvzyTxRo0uBuBUsbN2ydgS4ibQGGjxB4b4uBuCcoLY4BRh9F4GyVsqS0ykSxTup7HGmV9z17CFGh9W99vCv5xmETzP7SHabFS8Gh4mBBQ73_G9OedpUpbUdm5Kme-FyA/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133826121132570562" border="0" /></a><span style="" lang="EN-GB"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">India fascinates and shocks at the same time. I have to admit that p</span><span style="" lang="EN-GB">overty can be seen all around, and a lot of disabled or challenged people. Lots of homeless sleeping on the streets. Traffic is even worse than in Pakistan and Iran together.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0CiTJ9BNC90wm1wfQ30T36RHUgCHf1pyUE7mc8n9gwWXkC2wEKg74-kks57tU_9hP6X2Wx5jvpIvIENqYwc1Zekfc90sM2MOcdSVKHHL5lUI8AN8vFgKIXnV4N9kArDTH1kW8TMJvPNk/s1600-h/6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0CiTJ9BNC90wm1wfQ30T36RHUgCHf1pyUE7mc8n9gwWXkC2wEKg74-kks57tU_9hP6X2Wx5jvpIvIENqYwc1Zekfc90sM2MOcdSVKHHL5lUI8AN8vFgKIXnV4N9kArDTH1kW8TMJvPNk/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133825421052901298" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVw31BjtkrlJJJAQTHLK06AlBp1A8UWSw2XtRu3byXswBhd_FIw0W9xeOPPEQkPFKfD_FLFjf6xTuwMe4Z2iyAkgiLF1Ybfs4tpCRl9ekfefCUi7_J2VhRYO-HUnzYuPvZZCCXmk_-XKs/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVw31BjtkrlJJJAQTHLK06AlBp1A8UWSw2XtRu3byXswBhd_FIw0W9xeOPPEQkPFKfD_FLFjf6xTuwMe4Z2iyAkgiLF1Ybfs4tpCRl9ekfefCUi7_J2VhRYO-HUnzYuPvZZCCXmk_-XKs/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133825339448522658" border="0" /></a></p>Marcinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17065117044545836714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7284585291452617536.post-24687127797060300842007-11-14T13:32:00.000-08:002007-11-14T13:34:55.343-08:0014 Nov, Amristar, India<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWVNBd0Kf3tjyGe6tOhfvDtbyl5ZFjINcf0iRZUNf-FmfCrs3Nyk_-2UepZlICV8rqS6_VF1lX1_UWq0uSRKQqLJWnaiNKwKB5Kj7OOyGGN9AVUQRnTZgBLtYUiVf2qUxPmr5ArPjxJss/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWVNBd0Kf3tjyGe6tOhfvDtbyl5ZFjINcf0iRZUNf-FmfCrs3Nyk_-2UepZlICV8rqS6_VF1lX1_UWq0uSRKQqLJWnaiNKwKB5Kj7OOyGGN9AVUQRnTZgBLtYUiVf2qUxPmr5ArPjxJss/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132751771777284786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI8N6sH0TuONhFqszC3bAUz2HPwuoyEY3jex4KBnlUoAgMhAnv5IpoqaDlHYhLQsklAGDcYvKN6egr5Kyle6n1TC0-6FhyphenhyphenQSMB2e2BFYkdojtFO03tXNTQ0Pu6XpIrcQrINNj09b5JFB8/s1600-h/IMG_4323.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132739544005393026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI8N6sH0TuONhFqszC3bAUz2HPwuoyEY3jex4KBnlUoAgMhAnv5IpoqaDlHYhLQsklAGDcYvKN6egr5Kyle6n1TC0-6FhyphenhyphenQSMB2e2BFYkdojtFO03tXNTQ0Pu6XpIrcQrINNj09b5JFB8/s400/IMG_4323.JPG" border="0" /></a>This photo I took close to Gilgit in Karakorum, Pakistan. More tomorrow. I am now in India in Amristar.<br /></div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132740798135843474" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcqbZ9sp0tWVtN_SOsPKSARDeeh_HafcQZnVtYL_I6WTHQQK1QB_giqoiFiWnYvhbmLPUU19RAWymnvqkD00F8gBDDZUGXt41jONUnEpZmCxKavn20U-mkHQWZAwEzuPVy6cT9rFKQSIg/s400/IMG_4377.JPG" border="0" /><div> Golden Temple in Amristar.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGCk-e0aPUAmuub1x8avKa6XA8PnYi6OqrKacPr5Uw8q1hOzBHh2LgJoSShh-r5wFdcS7rz3OY2GUcTY_vqdgry6pGsjLIwYGoA1RXFFbF-6VTd4WSGLUeFL0D7xF30_u0pZxWoYJXKDY/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGCk-e0aPUAmuub1x8avKa6XA8PnYi6OqrKacPr5Uw8q1hOzBHh2LgJoSShh-r5wFdcS7rz3OY2GUcTY_vqdgry6pGsjLIwYGoA1RXFFbF-6VTd4WSGLUeFL0D7xF30_u0pZxWoYJXKDY/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132751565618854562" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div></div>Marcinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17065117044545836714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7284585291452617536.post-57165427742807230482007-11-07T13:37:00.000-08:002007-11-07T13:38:49.125-08:005 Nov. Quetta. Pakistan<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman";" lang="EN-GB">From Shiraz we took <span style=""> </span>route to Bam which wasn’t really recommended, for safety reasons. Views were breathtaking and I don’t understand why they consider this region as DANGER! Nothing distressing happened to us, it was rather opposite. Everybody welcomed us and we never felt endangered. We got to Sirjan. Small town. We decided to stay there despite how it looked, and in the morning set off to Bam. There we wanted to spend 2 days and rest. Sirjan was a total shithole. And people were the most annoying<span style=""> </span>we met so far. One of the locals however, teacher of sth, spoke some English and helped us buying fuel on the black market. It took maybe 5 min, both of us tanked 20 litres. Hotel wasn’t far. We bargained room plus breakfast for 250 000, in the morning they asked for 340 000. We were pissed off! The guy warned us that they would try to do that, add extra for breakfast or parking…I have to run now. Will finish some other time</span></span>Marcinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17065117044545836714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7284585291452617536.post-70851424094198550572007-11-03T14:14:00.001-07:002007-11-03T14:14:29.155-07:001 Nov, Shiraz.<span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman";" lang="EN-GB">After almost 500 km of boring road we got to Shiraz. Just after hour ago we checked in the hotel. On the way we saw Tombs of Persian kings and ruins of Persepolis. Once Persepolis was taken by Alexander the Great and as gossip says he sat it on fire by mistake. I have to admit, the vast area of ruins has raised my respect. And when I heard <span style=""> </span>all that <span style=""> </span>200m x 300m <span style=""> </span>was under wooden roof my imagination started to work. Because I was behind my schedule I decided to continue tomorrow. Journey to Kerman, its over 500km. We have to leave early morning. From Kerman we will go to Bam, where we stay two days and have a rest before we head to Pakistan. </span>Marcinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17065117044545836714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7284585291452617536.post-16521199720448777872007-11-03T13:52:00.000-07:002007-11-03T13:55:08.121-07:0031 Oct, Yazd<p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOJXW1FFz6TG4Tx3Sln_L8QuywtYtCpH3H938Iu5SAjSTGTdvKJTZ7ze1eHy58cprt8OHLQaPv6Nx-NkAQFNCM-W9um7ydEjcGOSh6sHop-fpDXhQ5lnCzhDV_TXufHfHX7DrcZe-C8Lo/s1600-h/yazd-3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127531334161789970" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOJXW1FFz6TG4Tx3Sln_L8QuywtYtCpH3H938Iu5SAjSTGTdvKJTZ7ze1eHy58cprt8OHLQaPv6Nx-NkAQFNCM-W9um7ydEjcGOSh6sHop-fpDXhQ5lnCzhDV_TXufHfHX7DrcZe-C8Lo/s400/yazd-3.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">I can’t believe, today I’m 2 months en route. Time passes incredibly quickly. And it is also strange to be one leg already in November and to have 30C in the sun. Nights on the other hand are cold and the more east I <span style=""> </span>go more cold they would be.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127529075008992242" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXuNuJP1pfG7VrHuy4Xiz71FTZ2xFvKrEJsjynWzgSbiEA_bhbz5iXR9X6Qf9AttR13oy3kx40iMmyoE2iKX46fsF961wSzUm9nZ_wPC-qb39m01VhabG6lTvGPBByo2cxjQbnQWIQQm4/s400/yazd-1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="" lang="EN-GB"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">I got to Yazd yesterday early afternoon. It is a picturesque but not such a small place, around 350 km from Esfahan. Road was absolutely boring, no views, straight, full of trucks. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">It wasn’t difficult to find a hotel. I stopped by a motorcycle spares shop. I took out my notebook with hotels, presented it to a guy, that appeared next to me and I asked in Farsi for a hotel. He took a pen and draw with a red line map how to get there. I have also purchased very loud horn for 25 000 rials – 3 dollars!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">I found the hotel. In front of it, a brand new KTM990 was chained to the lamppost. Greg came here from Dubai. He was leaving <span style=""> </span>early in the morning. He also gave me some of his oil. I climbed steep stairs inside. Outside the hotel looked like mud house, well it was a mud house. Inside though, had a spacey yard covered by textile roof. Sofas, fountain and dining area, really charming. I’ve set my tent up on the roof. Few Japanese <span style=""> </span>and a French couple slept already there. Nights are chilly so I was glad I had my tent, unlike others sleeping under the sky. In the night I could hear clanking teeth. For this luxury I paid 2 bucks a night, not to bad.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127531574679958562" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhVRiJLy7-6n4fOAznBT2132nnPKpfQp4xSpo-QuCweklfdAuANdZQ7nH8juvzm9h8mQTwqeGypA2FxJC25op8F1VaMOo5ZIZOSWgxBKZIU1UTSmVE2U5-Lmp5u_wJ995_ys04o97GSEg/s400/yazd-4.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">I met there, Mike and Lotta, he is English she Finnish. They ride from Vietnam where they used to live for 5 years. They bought two Suzukis dr 650 and travel to Helsinki. They want to get to Tehran fast and from there take a train to Istanbul. Few hours after me another biker has arrived. Richard from London, on Honda 600XR. He just finished travelling around ex Russian republics and rides to Pakistan. He is joining me and we continue together tomorrow morning. From one story to other, when Rich heard I’m polish immediately mentioned a guy he met few days ago in Russia! It was Maciek (Lordmaciek) from Gdansk, who was coming back from Magadan after successful Motosyberia (<a href="http://www.motosyberia.com/">www.motosyberia.com</a>). The world is small. I was in touch with Maciek <span style=""> </span>when organising my trip. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">Yazd is beautiful. Hotel (Silk Road Hotel) stands in the old part of the city. Houses from mud or clay, narrow streets, small premises loaded with goods. Awesome aromas of fresh Nan bread escaping from bakeries. Old part of the city forms a big labyrinth. <span style=""> </span>Every minute you can see a local racer on cg125 speeding by. Occasionally, farmers pick-up or a taxi, and at that moment you better stick to the wall and pray not to be touched by a mirror or bumper. It was first place in Iran where kids were coming to me asking for photos.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">It is one of the oldest cities in the world. And minarets of the Jameh mosque are among the highest in the country (48m)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127529749318857730" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijNenUOE2pZFLSjIVelhjY54X3SH6jEIa7pYPt8wIK6vzAAfx6OzIHVIY1rhYEWGspDPm6JfQch1TgaeIKA3sbyZue2OJ6EBr7RQDGjZoWdGWraTtol0p2lyKbU7I0rmUKpjDgD2tZsrw/s400/yazd-2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">You could wander around Yazd for hours every moment discovering new and interesting nooks. I’ve done my favourite night photography as well as had tea in cosy tearoom in there.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127531982701851698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFhxh_jzLLReS73UJS9G8rYQuh789Q9IXpTum3ORrvtpF6RxxmEvW-CGBKWo7tPavodyhtlrb0V9iN05KB5GpCxb16SNG5DBPpbHqClBFUvWICC-TtFw-Fmvu-k681t-DhvIpvKT99dsw/s400/yazd-5.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="" lang="EN-GB"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p>Marcinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17065117044545836714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7284585291452617536.post-91390260227200615322007-11-03T11:42:00.000-07:002007-11-03T11:43:51.910-07:0029 Oct, Esfahan<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">Afternoon, before 5pm I was already in Esfahan. Despite having a map, copied from LP, I got lost. Some guy on CG125 showed me all the way to hotel doors. This hotel can be found in world wide read guide. Every tourist has it (except me). Unfortunately, this hotel turned out to be much much worse then expected. I got a double room, inside 3 beds, on one bed a <span style=""> </span>pile of blankets and bed linen. On second one – table?! For a moment I thought that by mistake I entered storage room. I checked room number on the doors, No. 2, thats right. Well, what more do I need than a bed and fresh water? TV on the fridge, broken aerial though, that I could miraculously <span style=""> </span>fix. Receiving was awful, it was black and white, and anyway I couldn’t understand a word. I checked almost all bed sheets before I found a “quite clean” one. I haven’t risked with blankets. I prefered familiar smell of my sleeping bag. On hotel doors sticker informs about new album of KAZIK (polish singer).<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">I wasn’t wandering a lot in the evening, I didn’t have a map nor I knew where I was. I only walked along main street. I found nice bakery, bought 2 breads straight from the oven. Inside oven was coated with small pebbles, bread had to be cleaned from them before giving it to the customer. In the shop next door I purchased cheese, in the next one <span style=""> </span>tomatoes and onion, in third one coca-cola (ashi-mashi). I haven’t seen<span style=""> </span>any shop with all those things. Supper before 10pm. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">I tried to wake up at 6am today, to see as much as possible before I meeting Hojjat, Mehdi’s friend I met on Monday in Karaj. But I woke up at 8.30.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">Yesterday I found a Foreign Nations Police booth . There, I got a map of Esfahan in German. “where do you work? What do you do? Do you study? You are so smart! I heard when I said I can also speak german.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">Even with a map I was able to get lost or just go in opposite direction – as I prefer to call it. I got to Imam Square, at last, before it was called Kings Square. It was the size of market square in Krakow. Around beautiful and massive mosques. I could enter 3 of them paying 5000 rials for each. Unfortunately without any guide or tourist leaflet I can not say to much. It wasn’t even possible to join any tourist group that time. There are many more tourists here than anywhere before. Even in my hotel <span style=""> </span>there was three other Poles recently. I think there used to be a lot of us, every storekeeper knows “dzien dobry, jak się masz, do widzenia, czesc” <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">I came back to hotel for 12. I took Hojjat on my bike and we drove to gas station. I filled my tank using his <span style=""> </span>fuel card. 30 litres, I was supposed to pay <span style=""> </span>90 000 rials, and this is nothing compared to black market prices. And the second advantage was that I didn’t have to use my own so I still have 120 l on it.<span style=""> </span>Hojjat however didn’t want to accept any money (I tried 3 times – Ta’arof) saying it was his gift to me. So many people gave me something or helped, and I don’t have anything for them, no gift no nothing. I will do it when I’m back home.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">Now, I’m sitting in front of computer at chemistry department university of Esfahan. Before, I talked to some professor and he agreed to let Hojjat go early to show me the city. It is a beautiful place and I wanted to make some night photos. It is easier, as well,<span style=""> </span>when you are with an Iranian, otherwise you are nagged every 100 meters by “welcoming you in Iran” people. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">Ewelina asked me to take some more photos of normal life. Believe me, it is not easy to point your camera at people. Displeased women were hiding behind their scarfs, men were waving hands. I can maybe try with teleobjective. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>Marcinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17065117044545836714noreply@blogger.com34