So once again I’ve accomplished my mission (finally), I’ve done
what I set out to do. Trouble and awesomeness have stuck to me like shadows and
it’s been quite a ride… But it’s over, it’s almost time for new adventures….
 My shortest distance
yet (111 km) took 4 and a half hours and three different rides from Tagong
(somewhere Tibetish in China), but that’s okay – I actually had company for a
change – one Irishman and a Swiwi (Swiss-Kiwi) – and when in good company,
little can go amiss! Apart from your mind that is – especially when you play
silly car games. Do you have any idea how frustrating it is trying to think of
a song with the word “motorbike” in it? For 2 hours. In aggravated silence.

We flew past crazy icy cliffs and hot springs and waterfalls
and all sorts of beautifulnesses with three sets of very non English-speaking
Tibetan rides!! The last one was hornless (hooterless) – If you’ve ever been to
Asia, you’ll know the horn is the most importantest part of a vehicle. You can
ride without wheels or even an engine, but without a hooter, you die.
Fortunately we didn’t (because when it’s your time to go, it’s your time to go
and apparently it wasn’t ours. Yet.).




I joined forces with an Israeli hitcher from Danba and we
lucked out with the lovely people from China Mobile who drove us the last 387
km all the way into Chengdu. Stopping on the way to feed us and shower us with
gifts and show us ALL the touristy attractions on the way including a 6500 m
mountain and the earth quake zone and far too many comunisty signs and
monuments and pandas.


And that was that. 2687 km. 18 rides. 18 Chinese and 9
Western converts to the power of them. And then, after two years apart, there
was mum.


Bearfoot Gypsy

Life is short. GO ADVENTURE!

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