Back in Italy

So here we are, in the town of Marostica, where there just happens to be a life sized chess board in the piazza…

Where once every two years they play a tournament with people in period costume playing the chess pieces. It’s on this weekend!

We arrived here after spending some time with my Zio Bepe in Lugano, another stupidly beautiful part of Italy overlooking a lake, a medieval Castle and a few churches. Nothing special really…

Today we’re headed to Bologna to meet Paul for a night, before moving again to Rimini to fulfill a lifetime dream of seeing a MotoGP in Italy!

xoxo

Happy pillion

In response to a post Dean did recently about bike zen I wanted to write my bit about pillion zen.

I’ve kind of made that name up but after travelling about 120000 kms as a pillion I feel I have enough experience to share what makes a pillion (me) happy.

It’s pretty simple really… A happy rider (Dean). Sure… Not too hot, not too cold, not wet, not too boring, not too exciting (not too many water crossings or sand roads…) But most of all a happy rider.

When there is something wrong with the bike it occupies every second and space of deans brain. Constantly throughout the day I can see when he’s unhappy with how the bike is running.

It seems that to try to diagnose ANY problem with the bike it usually involves accelerating really really fast and then breaking suddenly… time after time after time.  This gets a bit tiring on the back, constantly trying to stop myself from smashing into the back of him but I try to remain calm as I know that whatever is going on in deans head is more painful.  When there are bike issues Dean gets angry which is very uncharacteristic of him… There are lots of air/petrol tank punches when he misses an exit on the highway and lots of shaking of head. For a while I thought it was just big cities and highways that were challenging him but it appears that it was the bike.

He worries and worries and constantly considers worse case scenarios (suggestions of sending the bike home on a boat occur frequently) but its really hard to appear as concerned/worried as Dean is as I know he always fixes everything!

‘it will be fine babe, you fix everything’ is all I can muster as words of encouragement but Dean looks at me like I don’t understand.

He always fixes it.

I try not to mention that I was right 😜

On the flip side when Dean has ‘bike zen’ he is happy and we ride faster and. there are more wheelies… The mixture of excitement + bike zen+ a fast, happy betsy and a bit of testosterone results in a raising of the wheel… It’s quite phalik actually and I kind of feel like I’m imposing on a private moment between Dean and Betsy  but I do try to embrace the air borne happiness … Whilst gripping on for dear life.

The other thing that happens when we have bike zen is night time dean…. We all know what happens when night time dean comes out….

Anyway, we are now back in France, in Bordeaux. We rode through the Pyrenees from Spain which was beautiful. The South of Spain was much like Australia…dry and hot whilst the North was more like England, lush and green.  Spain was full of bars, people , tapas and late nights where nothing gets going until 9-10pm where as France goes to bed at 9pm.

This left us this evening with no wine and barely any food.  Our dinner consisted with everything we had left in our panniers which was pasta, oil, garlic, salami and egg… it sounds better than it was… But more importantly no wine. Camping is hard enough at the best of times but without a glass of wine to help us sleep?!

Spain was unexpectedly unfriendly whilst France has stereotypically and expectedly followed suit. Obviously this is a huge generalisation and we have met lovely, friendly, hospitable people everywhere we’ve been but it’s always interesting to experience cultures based on your assumptions. France had been spot on 😜

Tomorrow we are going to go and visit some wineries which we really hope will be a good experience and improve our opinion of the French and their wines.

Update: (it’s now tomorrow) our opinion of wine hasn’t changed. Some of the French people we’ve met today have been lovely and are changing our initial opinion somewhat 😉

We want to go back to Italy, we miss aperitivos… Xx

The Pyrenees

We left Spain yesterday and took a 300km detour through the Pyrnees eventually in the direction of Bordeaux.

Gorgeous scenery all day, and some great roads for motorcycling.

We slept in a campsite just outside a little town in the mountains last night, and are headed to Bordeaux now.


Just 8 days until Paul arrives!

xoxo

Camping

A wet rainy night in the tent last night, we arrived back at the camp site saturated and cold… Very lucky I sealed the seams of the tent a few days ago!

“I’m not a camper. I’ll never be a camper!”   S Clark. 2016.


Some useful camping advice from the pro’s…

Location… Before going to sleep make sure you are aware of the other campers in the area, or you may inadvertently wee on them in the night.  (Reciprocal weeing has been known to occur by unhappy campers).

Sugar… Don’t buy sugar, you can steal it from restaurants every day, it helps pass the time wandering aimlessly in foreign cities.


Sleep… Always have something black nearby as you’ll need an eye covering in the morning to stop the Sun from buring through your eyelids. 

Underwear… Do not keep black underwear in the tent.

Earplugs… No explanation needed.

Orientation… Try to work out where the Sun will come up and put your tent in exactly the place that you think will be sunny in the morning. You will never work it out, so this guarantees shade.

Pillows… It’s a lost cause, stop trying.

Carrying liquid… Old water bottles take up less space than wine, olive oil (or vodka bottles), and can be squashed up as they become empty.


Plates… Are not necessary. Suitable substitutes include shopping bags, egg cartons and paper bags.

We head towards the Pyrnees today, hoping to avoid more rain!

And finally some bike zen!

This moto travel thing is great fun, but one main prerequisite for the fun is that the bike runs well.  When the bike runs poorly, or is carrying several ongoing problems, my day of riding turns into hours of pondering, analysing, and generally beating myself up for not being better at fixing it.

As the olympics has just finished, I’m going to use an olympic analogy to describle the motorbike.  

I once heard an interview with an olympic athlete, who said that while most people think of athletes as incredibly healthy, finely tuned machines that are totally prepared for 100% performance in competition.  The reality however, is the complete opposite, they are actually continually pushing themselves beyond normal levels of endurance, and therefore injured, sprained, strained and generally hurting somewhere.

And so it is with the motorbike.  After 55,000km on this trip, and about 255,000km in total, Betsy is tired.  She’s willing and will push on to the end, but she’s only human, and things are starting to hurt.

So for the last 10,000km, she’s had a misfire/flatspot in the bottom of the rev range that has eluded my repeated attempts at a fix, and continued to get worse and worse, ruining our riding experience, until we finally ended up being passed by a diesel Golf on the highway recently, and so once again I dismantled some parts, but after so many failed attempts, I wasnt expecting much of an outcome.  But this time, lo and behold I actually found and cured the problem.

Bike Zen.

I’d like to say that I invented the term bike zen, but it may have been my brother, or it may have come from the book Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, but either way, it’s a real phenomenen which I will now share with you…

Bike Zen : Adjective.  The state of mental clarity and feeling of harmony which can be experienced while riding a motorcycle which you are responsible for maintaining, when that motorcycle is running perfectly.  E.g. “the bike is running great, today was an amazing ride, total bike zen”. Contrasted with “The bike is misfiring continually, it’s really messing with my bike zen”

So finally after a couple of months without bike zen, we have a healthy happy motorcycle again, and therefore a happy rider.

I wasn’t even aware of how frustrated I had become until I found myself punching the fuel tank after missing an exit from the highway recently.

“Are you ok babe?”

“Yeah, this misfire is just really killing the riding vibe ”

“Well why don’t you just fix it then?”

I love the way Sally thinks I can fix everything. Each time something goes wrong and I pace around muttering something about needing parts, or some catastrophic breakage, Sal just sits somewhere and waits for me to fix it.

“You know one day it will stop and I won’t be able to fix it”

“But you always fix everything babe”

xoxo

 

 

Spain!

Here I am again writing the blog post that Dean was supposed to write but once again he is spending the day working on the bike so I’ve taken over!

Clearly we are having lots of fun here in Europe as you can probably tell from the lack of blog posts! I am currently sitting by a pool in our campground in 35 degree heat working on my tan (I hope I’m not making you jealous?!) That said, it will be our 10th night in a tent tonight surrounded by the rest of Europe who are all on holiday. It’s the cheapest option we have although not really cheap enough to make us feel good about it! A good night’s  sleep however is required so I have spent the last 2 hours trying to find hotels in Seville which we can afford and also have bike parking which is the main challenge. All the old towns here are beautiful with walking streets only throughout however this means no parking – frustrating!

No doubt we will end up in a tent again as it’s all too hard!

Since the last post we continued in France through the Alps down to the south coast which was stunning.

A break in the Alps

A break in the Alps

We ate French cheese, fresh baguettes and cold meats looking over mountains before heading down into the heat of the French Riviera. We found a campsite and stayed a couple of nights as Dean had to try to organise some tyres – ours were beyond bald…!

The French Alps

The French Alps

This was harder than expected and we ended up having to organise some in Barcelona to pick up in a couple of days. We spent some time in Nice and Cannes and made our way quicker than planned to Spain. Along the way we camped in a little town which had been recommended to us which was really lovely. It was the first time we felt we had a taste of France.  We would have like to spend some more time there but the KTM shop who had our tyres in Barcelona was closing for a month so we had no choice but to push on.

Night time Dean in Cannes...

Night time Dean in Cannes…

Its great being in Europe in the summer but we had no idea how EVERYTHING shuts down and EVERYONE goes on holidays. It really sucks! Everything is busy, everything is expensive and all businesses are closed! We feel we are missing out on the usual buzz of places.

So, Spain. We spent the first night in Figures which is where the Dali museum is. After about an hour lining up for a ticket we entered and ‘WOW’ I don’t usually get excited by museums but this was something else. Such a diverse artist.. A must for anyone who ever goes to Spain!

A view of the entrance hall of the Dali museum

A view of the entrance hall of the Dali museum

Dali

Dali

More Dali

More Dali

The next day Barcelona, via the KTM shop to pick up tyres. Dean was hoping he would be able to fix them in their workshop but they weren’t very friendly or welcoming so he ended up having to do them in a parking lot next door to the shop.

In almost all the KTM shops we have been to around the world the guys that work there are so helpful, accommodating and interested in the bike and will go out of their way to help Dean and let him work in their workshop (and usually spend the day standing around staring at him while he works) but it seems in more developed countries they couldn’t care less which is disappointing.

After spending hours trying to find somewhere to stay in Barcelona we ended up resorting to a campsite 17 kms from the city. It was a dust bowl with hundreds of tents haphazardly pitched so close together you could touch each other and it cost us $45 a night. Some campsites here cost as much as  $90 a night – crazy!

Oour campsite on a quite day

Our campsite on a quiet day

Barcelona is a great city and we rode in every day enjoying the bars and tapas but it drained our budget – especially when night time Dean came out – Danger! We visited the Sagrada Familia which was amazing and still unfinished – another must for any Spanish visit!

Sagrada Familia

Sagrada Familia in need of a clean!

Inside Sardena Familia

Inside Sagrada Familia

So beautiful it almost makes you believe in God...

So beautiful it almost makes you believe in God…

After Barcelona we rode to Valencia for a night which was really nice once we got out of the touristy centre. It was a shame to leave after just one night but it seems that Spain has more to do than we had anticipated!

Now down in the South where its bloody hot and feeling more Spanish which is really great and is making us regret  spending so much time in Barcelona. We are in Granada at the moment which is really beautiful. We were really excited to learn yesterday that whenever you buy a drink, you get a free plate of tapas with it! So 4 drinks also bought us dinner! Bargain! We also wanted to see the famous Alhambra castle here but, alas, its closed for the holidays. Of course!

Dean has finished working on the bike and feels that he has fixed the problem which is great news! A worry free Dean is a fun Dean….but it could mean that night time Dean will want to come out to play tonight and I am having trouble keeping up…! x

 

Italy..?! Stupid…

Our camp tonight

Our camp tonight

So here we are…in French Alps, camping by a river bed, by a fire, drinking red wine from an empty tin of tomatoes! We’re not sure if we are allowed to be here but so far so good! One of the reasons we are wild camping tonight is because Dean forgot to transfer money in to his account (despite having gentle reminders…) so we have limited money until Tuesday when the bank allows us access to the money J This wouldn’t usually be a problem as I would be better organised but since I had an issue of fraud on my credit card about 3 months ago and am still waiting for the bank to get their shit together to send me a new one, we only have one card to work with…

Camping every night makes small things very important.  Our ‘kitchen utensils’ consist of using paper bags for plates, cut in half beer cans for wine/coffee cups and any random bag as a bin. We were especially disappointed when we returned to our camp the other night to find that all these vital instruments were taken as rubbish and disposed of and we were left with nothing but a plastic spoon and a wine bottle…tough times…!

A beautiful village in Italy

A beautiful village in Italy

So Italy…so ridiculously beautiful it’s stupid! Always a castle, a mountain, a ruin, prosciutto and aperitivos that everyone drinks no matter what time of the day it is! We went to a United Colours of Benneton shop the other day only to realise that there was a ruin in the middle of it…

“Is that an actual ruin or just a feature that has been designed in to the shop?” Dean asks the shop assistant?

“Yeah, its a Roman ruin from about 2000 years ago, there are loads of them here” she says as if she is talking about the weather

There wasn’t even a sign to tell you that it was there …amazing!

Just another castle in a random village

Just another castle in a random village

We spent a few and nights at Chiara’s, Deans cousins place which was lovely. We loved not moving for a while and it was hard to get on the road again. We headed to Verona, and on the way stopped for a lovely lunch in another historic building and a glass of Soave… in Soave of course. We then arrived in Verona and found a campsite which was a 10 minute walk from the centre which was pretty amazing. We spent the next day shopping and then rode out to Valpolicella and learnt more about wine. Very beautiful!

Restauratnt in Soave

Restaurant in Soave

Verona... the view from our campsite

Verona… the view from our campsite

The following day wasn’t so much fun riding through a rain storm to Barolo but we ended up finding a nice camp and spent the next couple of days doing much the same!

Barolo

Barolo

It is all very nice but there is a feeling that the wheels are starting to fall off… starting with Dean getting sick of seeing me in the same clothes (it has been a year to the day that we left…still in the same clothes), but also the zips on our bags are breaking…the GPS keeps freezing and turning off…my suit is no longer waterproof…half the bike is being held together with zip ties and to top it all off…our airbeds – which we are using every night at the moment are starting to disintegrate (we think) and have hundreds of tiny holes through them so once an hour we have to wake up and pump  them up again. This results in a bad nights sleep in an already challenging environment and a slightly grumpy Sally…! So…tomorrow our mission is to try to find some airbeds, come hell or high water! We don’t see ourselves being able to afford a hotel room for another week or so until we get to Spain so it is quite important!

Another castle in Barolo

Another castle in Barolo

Despite everything wanting to retire, the sky is blue and the weather perfect (apart from the odd day of rain storms). Everything is green, radiant and oh so civilised. We are travelling through amazing wine regions, beautiful scenery and years of history. We are so so lucky xx

Stupid

You see?! Stupid.

Europe is so nice

Hello from Budapest

Hello from Budapest

It’s been some time since I’ve contributed anything to our illustrious blog… not really sure why, but most likely because since we arrived in Europe everything has been… very nice.

And while that might sound lovely, it’s actually borderline boring after the year we’ve had.  It’s also very expensive, which makes most things a pain in the ass.  Finding a place to sleep, finding a restaurant for dinner, and filling the tank have all become optimisation exercises.

The Budapest skyline, quite nice.

The Budapest skyline, quite nice.

But I’m not complainig, just imagine, “boo hoo, poor us, we’re stuck in beautiful europe for a few months with not much to do aside from aimlessly wandering the countryside in search of tasty food and wine”  pretty hard going!

Back to the blog…

So it’s Summer here, unfortunately no one told that to the clouds who have been conspiring against us recently.  We arrived in Budapest after a lovely day riding in the green countryside (s0 nice!), then 8km from our hostel the heavens opened and torrential rain followed us all the way there.  Seriously torrential rain, the type that makes the cars pull over because they cant see where they’re going, the type that totally floods the road so we were continually riding through more than a foot of water… yes the type that actually fills your boots up with water until it comes flowing over the top.

weather aside, Budapest is a beautiful city

weather aside, Budapest is a beautiful city

Arriving at the hostel saturated, Sally went into reception to ask them to open the gate to the carpark

“excuse me can you please open the gate for the carpark?”

“do you have a booking?”

“yes we do, could you just open the gate so we can get in please?”

“the carpark costs 10 euro per day”

“I’m not paying 10 euro per day, I called before booking and this wasnt mentioned”

“well they should have told you”

“Yes they should have… but we are not paying 10 euro”

“would you mind waiting a minute please?”

“YES I DO MIND, I’M COMPLETELY SATURATED AND MY BOYFRIEND IS SITTING IN THE RAIN WAITING FOR THE GATE TO OPEN!!”

It went on for quite a while, long enough that when Sal finally reappeared on the street I thought we must be going somewhere else.  On the up side, we didnt pay for the carpark!

Sally on the green bridge across the Danube, (closed to traffic for roadwork)

Sally on the green bridge across the Danube, (closed to traffic for roadwork)

Budapest was REALLY nice.  It was full of really nice streets, selling nice clothes, nice bars, and nice food.  I’m sure you can imagine.

From there we rode a short day to a very nice lake, completely overrun by tourists, where we camped in a caravan park, walked into town, where it was also very nice, walked back to the park (because I forgot my wallet), and then ate a really nice traditional dinner of goulash soup and bbq pork joint.

Today we rode from there to the border, where we didnt even need to stop or show passports, (that was also a very nice change), and into Slovenia, where everything is unexpectedly even nicer.

Sally looking great as usual

Sally looking great as usual

But this afternoon the weather turned against us again, and 85km from our destination it started to rain.  Then the little mountain road we were on turned to dirt, and the rain got even heavier.  Usually this would be considered not very nice, but I actually enjoyed the ride even though it was really hard to see through my frosted visor 🙂

Late in the afternoon, drenched again, we rode past a little hostel in the middle of nowhere, where a tiny little wooden hut in the garden costs 36euro (very cheap for here), a glass of slovenian wine is 1.50 and a pizza is 6euro.  This was all very good news, and has led me to be writing this blog in the relative comfort of a heated room with a full belly and empty glass, rather than in a wet tent surrounded by wet riding gear.

Sally drinking wine... as usual.

Sally drinking wine… as usual.

I think i’ll have another glass of red and then go to bed.

Thirsty in Hungary!!

Me after too much wine...

Me after too much wine…

We are now in Hungary! Eger to be exact which is a major wine growing region in Hungary…and yes, apparently  they have a massive wine culture and not many of them are even aware that Australia produces any wine! We are finally getting use out of the tent that we have been dragging around the world and set up camp in a campsite about 1 km away from all the cellar doors which is quite handy!

Me a little excited with my bottles of wine...!

Me a little excited with my bottles of wine…!

It seems that it isn’t quite the same as wine tasting at home here and it is expected that you order at least one glass of wine in each place rather than taste their whole selection and walk away. We worked this out after a couple of dismissive goodbyes so we started to ask if we could pay for a tasting instead of feeling obliged to buy a glass…this was received very well and we had some good experiences learning about all the wine styles here… and they are quite good…not as impressive as Bulgarian wines were but still very drinkable.  We got a little carried away and now have three bottles of wine to try to fit on the bike with us… or drink… but I doubt much more wine drinking will get done tonight!

Dean after having had enough wine tasting...

Dean after too much wine…

Our time in Romania was fun… a little bit of medieval mixed with a little bit of Italian. The countryside was really beautiful and it seems like town after town was ‘oozing’ history as Lonely Planet would put it! It seems not only Italy has charm! Beautiful sunny riding days at 28 degrees, blue skies and fields and fields of sunflowers – you can’t really ask for more!

One of hundreds of sunflower fields

One of hundreds of sunflower fields

It feels too good! We feel like we’re on holiday as nothing is really a challenge anymore. There’s plenty of wine to drink and nice places to drink it in, lots of pizza and pasta and good roads. It doesn’t feel right. And while we have both been gagging to get to Europe, now we are here, it feels like we are cheating. I guess we are adapting back to the western world without the luxury of earning money to pay for it all which makes it harder! It kind of makes us want to get home, earn money and see people we love or else fly back to Asia, sleep in a dirty bed again and avoid getting killed on the road!

Dean looking a little over it...

Dean looking a little over it…

Still, we have another 3 months of all this nice stuff so we really have to keep things in check… hence the camping. Tomorrow we are heading to Budapest where we will be staying (in a hotel!) for 3 nights.

Romania

Quick hello from Romania. We’re in a town called Sibiu, in Transylvania.  

Lovely ride coming in here, apparently one of the most scenic in Europe, although we were caught in heavy fog and a storm for half the day so couldn’t see more than ten metres in front of us 🙁 

Last few days have been a bit disjointed, initially because I woke up with a very painful swollen left hand (no idea why) which meant I couldn’t use the clutch, which is quite critical when travelling by bike, and then we were refused entry to Macedonia because our falsified bike insurance document was not accepted… fair enough too!

So we’ve been riding around in circles with only one good hand, lucky it’s the right hand or we’d still be in Bulgaria!

Very odd to just wake up in the early hours with a pain in your hand for no apparent reason, so much so that you find yourself in the communal kitchen of the hostel at 3am with someone else’s frozen peas atop your hand…

Anyway, so we tried to get into Macedonia unsuccessfully, actually we could have gotten in, but we refused to pay the 50 euro insurance premium on the basis that we’d only be there 2 or 3 days, and then would need another one for Kosovo, and another for Serbia and another for…

So… back to Sophia, by which stage I was really in some pain with the hand, so we stayed two days there to rest it, before heading off for Romania, which is in the EU, where they seem happy to accept the fake insurance document. Lovely.

Last night we stayed in a nice little hostel run by an Italian couple, where we were surprised by the picturesque town square and all the cafes and restaurants in that random little corner of Romania.

Today, after 300km of the most beautiful road in the world (which we missed due to fog), we have been similarly impressed with the even more picturesque town, with grand old buildings and another smattering of cafes and restaurants.

Tomorrow we stay here again to no doubt sit in aforementioned cafes and drink coffee and then wine before going to bed in single children’s beds, with bright red satin quilt covers. Living the dream…