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These are phone pic’s, not intended for the photography, but as evidence of my stupidity (my daughter requested that I grow a beard on this 30-day journey, hence the even uglier than usual mug)...

IMG_0692 by Eoin Christie, on Flickr 
 

IMG_0698 by Eoin Christie, on Flickr 
 

IMG_0734 by Eoin Christie, on Flickr 

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3 minutes ago, Gibbo said:

I don't envy you but I certainly do admire your spirit of adventure!

Nice one Eoin!

There’re probably easier and smarter ways of finding out one’s body-aging status. Mine is 98 years old, according to my calibrated foobarrometer... 👀

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I also found that Adox CMS-20 is the absolute worst sheet film to try to load in hot humid conditions in a change-bag. It has some self-attracting adhesive quality that 3M would pay squillions for the patent of. Not only does every sheet stick to each other, but they also do some sort of alternating 90 deg. pivot, ensuring that they cannot be re-packed into the box and, as soon as a sheet senses that it is 80% inserted in a film-holder, it bonds itself to the holder like a skin graft.

I normally (or abnormally, as the consensus may be) enjoy loading sheet film, but this had me ready to abandon photography and take up needlepoint. I expect an inordinate number of slimy fingerprints on any of the sheets that do develop.

If I’d had time to do what I planned, I would’ve taken Delta 100 and Tri-X 320, but there were boxes of CMS-20 in the fridge...

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Mirror seems to be a bit fogged up...

IMG_0733 by Eoin Christie, on Flickr 

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Well, kudos Eoin.  I am lucky to make it round the local woods with the dog without falling on my arse.  And if I do, I'm no more than a mile from a hot cup of tea, and sympathy, in my own kitchen.

I've never been much of a risk taker......

 

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Akha Autobahn...

IMG_0737 by Eoin Christie, on Flickr 
 

...and why did the snail cross the Akha autobahn?

IMG_0739 by Eoin Christie, on Flickr 

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19 minutes ago, NZDavid said:

Mud, mud, glorious mud! Hope you brought the right attire for going out to dinner. And hope there are no late wet season deluges.

I was very fortunate in that the last big rains occurred the night before I crossed from Thailand to Laos, unfortunately quagmirifying the Houayxai / Xiengkok section, but generally making the rest of the Laos-time excellent, particularly as it triggered the rice harvest, which is still by hand up there.

Much of where I stayed had no electricity, so at night-time, it didn’t matter what I wore. I generally tried to be suitably presented, though...

IMG_0695 by Eoin Christie, on Flickr 

I’ve still got about a week left, heading back down to KL, but it’s sealed roads for the remainder.

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13 minutes ago, lykaman said:

Absolutely Amazing,  I Take my Hat off To You..   (how on earth did you find fuel for the bike?).  Safe Journeys..    L

Old plastic drinking water bottles of liquids of various colours / various volatilities are available in some villages. I picked up a Guglatech in-tank filter as I passed through Bangkok:

 

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After a few days riding around the hills North of Muang Sing, I headed down to Luang Namtha on Wednesday, to decide if I wanted to ride up to Gnot Ou.
My foobarred shoulder was making it’s importance known to me, and I just kept riding, ending up in Phayao, Thailand, so only a short hop down to Lampang the following day.
Had my only genuine close-call on the Vieng Phoukka - Houayxai section, when a mad £&@)er bus driver ran me off the road as he came head-on at full noise around a right bend (turning left for him), overtaking a truck going downhill. There was a fairly healthy drop on the shoulder, and the outer tyre on his duals was already over the shoulder.
I headed bush, but managed to keep it together (Good onya, Enfield).
I hope he grows up a little before he kills some villager or bus load of innocents, or me.
I also past a group of about 20 Beemers, heading North through one of the ridge villages, towards LNT. They seemed to be on a bit of a mission to get wherever they were going, barreling through the village at ‘speed’. They also appeared to be more pristine than myself, but perhaps that decline lay ahead of them.
I really like that part of Laos, from Muang Sing across to Xiangkok. Not that the Interceptor is anything less than the most capable Adventure Bike in the Known Universe, but I’d love to spend some time up there with a slightly more dirt-oriented bike.
The Enfield handled herself well (much better than I handled her). I put her in plenty of places (and orientations) that she should not have to be in, yet she managed to stay largely upright (apart from the three times I dropped her on the track up the Mekong to Xiengkok - and those were 110% my fault).
Next time?
- Carry less shite: Using the large format camera was fun, but it’s cumbersome, and has an inordinate amount of paraphernalia to carry (tripod, camera, ball head, boxes of film, film holders, dark cloth, change bag, light meter, shutter cable, loupe...). I think I’ll leave it for dedicated trips. Most of the other gear got used, but could still be trimmed down a lot to only what is ‘necessary’.
- Less moving / More exploring: I enjoyed myself most when I was based in one place, making daily unplanned forays of following my farang nose. The part where I rode all day to get from A to B, then off again next day to get from B to C, was OK, but definitely not where the value was for me. Next time I’d probably put the bike on the train up to CM (or convince the CFO that I need to get a registered dirtbike sitting in Lampang).
- Kids: I dropped into several schools. Most I just gate-crashed and disrupted normal service, whilst one I organised to be there at knock-off time. Handing out a GoPro, and flying a drone had them in hyperdrive. They were all great fun. Next time, I think I’ll pick up some (Laos) Big Brother Mouse books for each of the schools ( http://www.bigbrothermouse.com/index.html ) - I absolutely love how seriously they take education.

I spent a little bit of time in Lampang with the Whanau, getting in 3 man-whimpering Thai massage sessions at the Lampang Herb Conservation Centre to get my shoulder back in some kind of order. then continued my way back South towards KL. I hope to break  the journey a little more on the way down.
Once I get back, I have a bit of film-developing to do, and some vid’s to compile (I assume - I haven’t looked at them yet, so they may just be cerebral snapshots... ).

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This is sort of the route that I have followed / am following:

Untitled_Artwork 8 by Eoin Christie, on Flickr 
 

Differences are:

1) Spent more time up in Xiengkok / Muang Long / Muang Sing area of Northern Laos, and deleted Oudomoxai / Phongsali / Gnot Ou section. I took my family up to this area 15 years ago, and hope to head back again some time in the future.

2) Spent more time in Lampang on the way back down, so deleted Isaan (North East Thailand), where I’ve been many times before.

3) Did my very best to avoid Bangkok on the way back down (possibly the least big-bike-friendly city I’ve ever ridden). Whilst most Thai and Malaysian cities are very motorbike-friendly / aware, Bangkok has a superfluity of roads where motorbikes are banned. The problems are that (i) MapsMe does not recognise the difference between a car and a motorbike; (ii) Bangkok underpasses / overpasses / sidepasses are spaghetti-like in their manifestations; (iii) there are limited motorbikeable bridges across the Chao Prayah river; and (iv) the signage for motorcycles being banned is often after one has already become committed. My best was not good enough, and I spent over an hour of intense frustration, trying to escape the clutches following the missing of the correct ramp in a 3D spaghetti conglomeration intersection, including twice having to ride back the wrong way on toll-way entrance ramps. Being the middle of a hot Bangkok day, and having an increasingly urgent pending volcanic bowel expurgence descending upon me did not help calm my fragile geographical control. Crossing toes inside of one’s motorbike boots may have little empirically-proven physical affect on sphincter aperture, but it is a port in a digestive tract storm, providing a little steerage perception underway. 

 

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