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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by metaljockey, Sep 23, 2007.
Where are you sitting at home to get hurt thinking in that rocks... ???
Keep it coming! This is an awesome ride report, I can't wait for more
forgot to add: First time to see MJ smile so bietjie in a photo. Congratulations on cracking it...
Two verses comes to mind:
Your two breasts are like two fawns, like twin fawns of a gazelle that browse among the lilies (Song of Solomon 4:5)
Some fell on rocky places, where it did not have much soil. (Matthew 13:5)<o></o>
PS: Do not quote, taken out of context
The women of that tribe are "hot"....and you guys are nutz:eek1
To get back to the fuel aspect; I decided to go this way.
My reasoning was that we were going to need to carry the extra fuel for the first 2-3 days. The route we wanted to take would also require us to carry extra fuel on the last two days. I wasn't keen on carting around 30 litre containers for the whole trip. With these wine bags it would not be a problem as they can fold up small and be packed away until needed again.
I couldn't find any reference to some-one else having tried this. So what I did was to do a test by filling one with fuel and leaving it for two weeks. There appeared to be no deterioration in the bag and the fuel was still clear. I also had my daughter jump up and down on one to test the strength, no problem there either. All I needed to do was to make sure that they are packed properly so that they don't chafe.
This is where the Kappa soft panniers came in. This would also be the first trip that I would do with panniers.
Each side carried 3 x 5 litre bags even though the manufacturer specifies only 5kg carrying capacity per bag. To assist the bags I put a strap around them as can be seen in this pic. (Also notice how it brings the weight low and in front of the rear axle)
Well, as it turns out it was a bad idea. The bags expand from the excessive heat and the foil part cannot contain the pressure. Luckily the plastic inner lining can expand so I never lost any fuel.
At least I learned something new. If anyone should come up with such a hare brained scheme again, I will be able to crap all over them.
As for the Kappa bags, I'm a convert now. Gets the weight exactly where you want it and it laughs in the face of adversity. I washed them two days ago and they look like new.
You will of course have the SA Wine Marketing Board up in arms about this...although...I do believe some of their wines are flammable...
I agree...I had a similiar system worked out for Namibia. The idea was that the fuel and H20 weight would stay as low, foward, and centered as possible. I was going to carry 12 liters of water in the Canadian Reliance bags and 18 liters of fuel, fuel being somewhat easier to get in Nam than in Angola. I may field test the Reliance bags to see how they handle fuel...I think you could fit four of these in the bottom of the Wolfman bag. The bags say "N'employez pas pour les liquides inflammables"...but you know, those Canadians are just too clever...
One of the best ride reports I have read. Can't wait to hear the rest. Thanks for sharing it with us. Now this is what the word Adventure is all about....
Awesome ride and great report!
Really interesting to read about this part of the world. I used to think it would be a hostile envireonment, but it seems people are friendly to total strangers? It's not really that you can blend in!
Thanks for sharing and please keep it coming!
OK, so there is 6 hours difference between South Africa and here. You are probably very tired or sleeping but is that really a good reason not to be finishing this outstanding adventure? Do I have to wait until tomorow to get my fix?
Just kidding. I will wait until tomorrow but I will go back and read the whole report a second time this evening.
The next morning the coffee gets made early because that's the last of the water. We are wanting to use the cool morning to get to Iona.
Luckily it turns out to be only a scare. Once we hit the main road to Iona things improve markedly.
So much so that we start seeing the beauty in nature again.
And it's always enjoyable to breathe the morning air from the seat of a bike.
Here and there a bit of a climb, but it is just entertainment.
We even get to use third gear! What a joy.
We run into an Italian doing Africa solo. He's done over 300 000km in this Land Rover. All in Africa. Talk about hardcore!
This was to be the only vehicle we saw in 6 days of riding. It was in fact the longest I have ever ridden without coming across any other vehicles.
We get to Iona and find that we seriously overestimated the place. It is one school building.
No shop to buy food, no nothing. Not even a hut. Just veldt, and this school. Unbelievably, the school is operating.
What you see here is a common theme through-out Africa. It still gets to me everytime though.
We now get to another of my concerns, mentioned at the start of this report. We are now in the middle of Parque Nacional do Iona. National Parks as a rule do not allow motorcycles. We had long discussions on this aspect when planning the trip. The consensus was that the odds that we would run into a patrol is remote enough for us to risk it.
Hennie and Nardus have been jailed in Botswana specifically for this reason. Angola is the very last place on my list of preferred places to be jailed.
The police post in Iona is a couple of kms up a dead end road into the mountains. We can very easily bypass them.
But, we need water. When you need it, you NEED it. So we pull into the police post. Once again, we find friendly, helpful folk that let us get water from their containers. I suck down a quick litre and fill again. Man I like this country.
And things just gets better, Iona is the last of the mountains and we ride into the soft velvet plains.
It is just fantastic to open up. Damn! It's the first opportunity on this whole trip.
I have no words to tell you how sweet it is.
Look Ma, no rocks!
And it's pretty.
We start seeing Welwitchias, in fact lots of Welwitchias. This means that we are entering the Namib desert.
The sign says it all. We should be fine.
As the desert starts to unfold we hit a horribly corrugated section. But we cannot let the tyres down as it is interspersed with embedded rocks. So we we just rattle on.
We cover a lot of distance.
And some more. Strange how the nothingness of a desert can be so beautiful.
We make up a lot of time lost over the previous days.
We make a detour to go and see what the Kunene looks like as it cuts through the desert.
Cooling off time. This trip has everything. We are very fortunate.
Ok, that's it for now. I need to get some sleep.
Here's a teaser for the next installment.
INFREAKINCREDABLE!!!!!!! I am drooling on my keyboard just thinking about an excursion like that!!!!!!! You guys rock!
Great report, great pictures
It still looks the same as years ago. Thanks for the pics, reminds me of long ago.
The conquest of the last great bike frontier!
metaljockey, none wildlife to show? Meet nothing?:huh