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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by Mullet5, Sep 6, 2010.
I know I know, I've been working on the Minsk too much to work on this thread... Maybe this weekend.
No, no, not good. To have harmony in ones life grasshopper, you must have a balance of all things so as not to upset that harmony.
ps: beware the sausage.
That sausage you guys had is blood sausage stuffed with couple different kind of herbs.
Your pictures bring back some fond memories as the wife and I took a bus trip through Vietnam a year ago. Great people, food and crazy traffic. Looking forward to the rest of your report!
I love this part of the world. Looking forward to the rest of your trip.
Awesome report,brings back a lot of memories from our trips in the same places,those memories will stay with you for ever
Stoked to see another group of happy Minsk riders out of Cuong's garage. Here's a link to our trip (still in progress)....
look forward to seeing how your trip winds up.
Subscribed! Take all the time you want lad, it's just plain fun.
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My friend and I are trying to budget a trip like this. What is a good estimate at a per day cost. I plan on buying the bike and going for at least 3 months to the Big 4 (buy minsk in Vietnam, hit Laos, Cambodia, Thailand, and back), so I'll probably be staying a couple of days or longer in a lot of places instead of riding every day. We were guessing 30-35. I went to Thailand/Cambodia in 2006 and taking out internal flights I only spent about 25 a day, so I'm thinking 35 might be the max. I could be way off though, I don't know.
Excellent, keep it coming... very funny description, love the bit about the lady in the restaurant and the dog/blood/unidentifiable sausage. Been there done that, haven't died yet, but the taste is still in my mouth. The beauty of this type of travel, you have no choice but to dive in and eat or sleep wherever you can. Half of the time it turns out to be the most fun ever, the other half... well either way they are unforgettable memories!
If you budget for $35 a day that should more than cover gas, food, and lodging. If I am remembering things correctly we could go 200km on a full tank, which was I think 10 liters.
Damn I need to write some more...
Blood sausage yum yum , looks similar to black pudding you get back in Ireland , just gotta make sure its nice and crispy and not soft and mushy, but tastes good, looking forward to having some for tradional Irish xmas breakfast here in oz
Cool ride guys , im off to Laos in a few weeks for a three week ride, your report is giving me ichy feet, keep it coming.
Wow, 4 months to write a new entry... I suck at this.
Anyway, continuing down the road that day, we crossed into Laos. The border crossing was an interesting experience. First of all, we were entering Laos at a very back-woods crossing, it seemed to be more of a trucker's route than a place where slightly confused tourists go.
First we had to check out of Vietnam, which was pretty straight forward, then we had to ride about a quarter mile to the Laos border crossing. This was a bit difficult, as the quarter mile consisted mostly of a very, very rutted, nasty dirt road that went up a very steep hill. Larisa had her first fall of the trip here. I don't know if I mentioned it in any previous entries, but Larisa had never ridden a motorcycle until about 4 months before the trip, so trying to get an overloaded, underpowered 2-stroke up a steep, rutted dirt road was not an easy thing for her. Once we got all three bikes up the hill, we went into the office and filled out all of the paperwork, at which point the man behind the desk told us that or 30 day visas were now 10 day visas. Not exactly sure why, maybe they didn't want Minsks in their country for any longer than absolutely necessary...
agh, its bedtime again. More tomorrow.
No, not really. When you do get around to it the story is good. Dragging it out is preferable to dumping the whole story into three posts IMO.
Im jealous.. Id like to take this trip myself.. Tomorrow.. can I just quit now and go? my bags are packed!
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Thanks You guys always seem to keep me going!
I swear I have a picture of this guy riding through Beijing last year. He really gets around with those balloons!
Once through the border (with our new 10 day visas), we headed on up the road, which was a very steep, but very well paved section of twisty road. I kept day dreaming about coming back in a sports car or on a fun bike... I had lots of time to day dream because I weigh 185lbs, my backpack weighed 100lbs, and my motorcycle had maybe 6hp. At sea level. In 1974. So I was not moving briskly. Think "jogging pace" and you've pretty much got the idea. To make matters worse, the other two Minsks had a definite horsepower advantage on mine. At first they were just a bit ahead of me, but after 15 or 20 minutes of relentless climbing, I couldn't even see them any more, plus I think my bike got slower once it got good and hot (overheated).
So it goes without saying that the first flat section of road that I saw, I thought "I'd better try to make up for some lost time!" Friends too far ahead to see, just heading into a small village of grass huts, and perhaps 1/8th mile of flat straight road ahead of me, I wound out first, second, then third gear, reaching speeds upwards of 30 mph! I was probably most of the way to 40 mph by the end of the straight. I was REALLY moving now, I'd catch those bastards in no time...
Approaching the corner at the end of the straightaway, I had good sight lines and plenty of time to assess: An uphill right-hander, good camber, not too tight, clean pavement. Go wide on entry, look for my apex. Lean in a bit, but not too much, and - SMASH!! I low-sided the bike, but I hadn't leaned the thing over any farther than it would lean when parked on the side stand! I went down on my right shoulder, then the side of my face (I love my full face helmet!) As I was skidding to a stop on the pavement, I saw my pocket knife go bouncing off into the distance and I thought "Great, now how am I going to open beers". I stood up shook myself off, found my Chatterbox (which had come off my helmet, but wasn't broken!) and plugged it back in and sort of shouted "I'M DOWN!! STOP AND WAIT!"
It was at this point that I realized that my fantastic display of (30 mph) speed followed by a noisy crash had not gone unnoticed by the Mhong villagers. I looked around and there were people everywhere! I gave a wave, and they returned befuddled stares. I wandered around for a minute until I found my pocket knife, then picked up the Minsk, which was hemorrhaging fuel from the cap and the carb. I figured I would have a few more minutes of embarrassment while the bike would refuse to start, but it started on the first kick! Yeah, Minsk!!
I caught up with Aivars and Larisa a few hundred yards up the road, and we hung out by the side of the road for a while to make sure i didn't have any injuries, then got back on the road.
Larisa snapped this picture while waiting for me to catch up
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Not finding any place to stay, we ended up riding until after dark that night, it was the first time we experienced Minsk headlights. You would probably be better off duct taping a Fig Newton to the handlebars and hoping the moonlight bounces off of it and onto the pavement...
We stopped for the night in Phonsavan, very tired from a long day, and planned to go out and see the Plain of Jars the next day.
Really a fun read of what must have been a fantastic adventure.