tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46240022333436255562024-03-06T06:45:58.696+01:00King CroesusThis blog is about the KCCD2009 (King Croesus Contempt for Death) Trip and it's preparations. The journey will be performed on 2x 1939 Nimbus motorcycles with sidecars and ETD is April 2009. ETA is unknown, as you never know if it's a Sweet Chariot or an Infernal Machine you ride.Kingcroesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18253276679665897331noreply@blogger.comBlogger113125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624002233343625556.post-24042870396644125752011-03-14T16:39:00.009+01:002011-03-14T17:04:42.727+01:00JC Nimbus workshop, again<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJf1g2sGSDC05wC76lO27loB5XG61Sl23ZNZuKANmagbfSPIG9AxhqpIHUlxt_0Bjmbi3HJHkRRHsRn-dfI2lvYCLZZdWi1VDixp5LIhIjNtbo-JdzWrAsOXVQT2k7YoimH1Syzu53cF3Y/s1600/IMG_0107.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJf1g2sGSDC05wC76lO27loB5XG61Sl23ZNZuKANmagbfSPIG9AxhqpIHUlxt_0Bjmbi3HJHkRRHsRn-dfI2lvYCLZZdWi1VDixp5LIhIjNtbo-JdzWrAsOXVQT2k7YoimH1Syzu53cF3Y/s400/IMG_0107.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583965491677200594" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Yet another round of applause for a job well done.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); ">Endnu et bifald for en velgennemført mission.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfTAbvGbVu4RcN_T-LIx5swXpep6f9rMIKS810Kgnpf1xvj43y-ip9nVxb9EKB71tvTJ36aSDZMlSCG-JTInrO1Yt53894Tj5fcuV9D3kQa4I1EL4pfQaBG0hUdPtDM44OLvhtEz5WCo_f/s1600/IMG_0098.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfTAbvGbVu4RcN_T-LIx5swXpep6f9rMIKS810Kgnpf1xvj43y-ip9nVxb9EKB71tvTJ36aSDZMlSCG-JTInrO1Yt53894Tj5fcuV9D3kQa4I1EL4pfQaBG0hUdPtDM44OLvhtEz5WCo_f/s400/IMG_0098.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583965487354016850" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Klaus, Knud Jørgensen & Tormod with signed copies of KJø's The Nimbus Bible.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Klaus, Knud Jørgensen & Tormod med signerede eksemplarer af KJø's Nimbus Bibel.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOtJLurYlsKSYCBtjw7Xfg76MDyD1s75H74wfTZl4XVdGhTl-DJEC9yP-G5h1cZkGOARBnc1xGc-gXm2kybjWOgw_RfbOwv0GI_l6VtHSCeyVZUgOWDuR4z6LF5EVh5PmXKhyphenhyphene0K5dZ51U/s1600/IMG_0277.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOtJLurYlsKSYCBtjw7Xfg76MDyD1s75H74wfTZl4XVdGhTl-DJEC9yP-G5h1cZkGOARBnc1xGc-gXm2kybjWOgw_RfbOwv0GI_l6VtHSCeyVZUgOWDuR4z6LF5EVh5PmXKhyphenhyphene0K5dZ51U/s400/IMG_0277.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583965482119889938" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigEnxeSgtlmhqTyzSTd-8Am-zgXtw_avGZy-Mn3WxTQPL62p2bkNB3SfJZ3aHuwQ8azwRxfygjbbDYUsa_O41fNNe26CfLknv4pwhfiZSmZIGO7VdEHI995JTSXroRv1V11OQ_kkhgIvA4/s1600/IMG_0244.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigEnxeSgtlmhqTyzSTd-8Am-zgXtw_avGZy-Mn3WxTQPL62p2bkNB3SfJZ3aHuwQ8azwRxfygjbbDYUsa_O41fNNe26CfLknv4pwhfiZSmZIGO7VdEHI995JTSXroRv1V11OQ_kkhgIvA4/s400/IMG_0244.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583965481343682258" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">It may or may not be the most welded on frame, but certainly the only one welded on on all continents save for Australia.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Det er måske/måske ikke verdens mest svejsede Nimbusstel, men garanteret det eneste som er blevet svejset på på alle kontinenter pånær Australien.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">(All pictures courtesy of Carsten Madsen).</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div><div> </div></div></div></div>Kingcroesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18253276679665897331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624002233343625556.post-38114349873202883132011-03-14T16:37:00.001+01:002011-03-14T16:39:21.664+01:00JC Nimbus workshop II<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP0t93hXiADFXs62Ig4wGqIJc00d29uoGo74KZYADJ2maSZV5tymbB2fiZdAZLrM2pGk11bj6TxPgnJA0Jzto6xemjADRxL2XPIxEQk3PTo7SyoGy9PHDHU6qHZ2K_W914Yi92320nFELh/s1600/IMG_0290.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP0t93hXiADFXs62Ig4wGqIJc00d29uoGo74KZYADJ2maSZV5tymbB2fiZdAZLrM2pGk11bj6TxPgnJA0Jzto6xemjADRxL2XPIxEQk3PTo7SyoGy9PHDHU6qHZ2K_W914Yi92320nFELh/s400/IMG_0290.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583958485135472034" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Russian wheel supports, which unfortunately don't support all that much sideways. Looks cool, though...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); ">Russiske fælgforstærkere, som desværre ikke forstærker noget videre sideværts. Men det ser råt ud....</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMJr96rfSzsNY0yMlCQ5ULKbTmvR38KTT8D8I-pSrudmPDZhF2c58TU5lN9ebpmI-gLRHquaUDKOaFT6mJgpRk0pVYqZEiFIEGfRiLj8TrT8XsnuZ7s0y714i1i4bwRgUcWfkdzAtLz2jv/s1600/IMG_0207.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMJr96rfSzsNY0yMlCQ5ULKbTmvR38KTT8D8I-pSrudmPDZhF2c58TU5lN9ebpmI-gLRHquaUDKOaFT6mJgpRk0pVYqZEiFIEGfRiLj8TrT8XsnuZ7s0y714i1i4bwRgUcWfkdzAtLz2jv/s400/IMG_0207.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583958483674074706" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Bikes put away for the night and for next day's repairs.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); ">Mc'erne sat a vejen for i aften, og for næste dags reparationer.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkgBJ3GEEOTQ4TobWplx_PadspFESP-IVqy_QDqRscwzeHvmovCXMfv3sSSZsR5fV1dbBZ-XjBULzTJSAu3qVQS90RMQIkRPYKCP8QiXs1mykaqCgAy4JsS1MQQT2WftKCrsg-8sciUvJR/s1600/IMG_0232.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkgBJ3GEEOTQ4TobWplx_PadspFESP-IVqy_QDqRscwzeHvmovCXMfv3sSSZsR5fV1dbBZ-XjBULzTJSAu3qVQS90RMQIkRPYKCP8QiXs1mykaqCgAy4JsS1MQQT2WftKCrsg-8sciUvJR/s400/IMG_0232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583958472265870434" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">"Yup, looks really fucked to me too..."</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgamxIaenkQGbFURrwbViVoybmpnKbHbiq0QXy9BcO1QeGPD6zIzWufmeUqpDrHINVZnnO9H1wgU2LwQY4caETO0DXQjH3WCi63GEGztuChfO5RqTYYUeD-fL-KY8aeDQstG3wsHUd16GXd/s1600/IMG_0193.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgamxIaenkQGbFURrwbViVoybmpnKbHbiq0QXy9BcO1QeGPD6zIzWufmeUqpDrHINVZnnO9H1wgU2LwQY4caETO0DXQjH3WCi63GEGztuChfO5RqTYYUeD-fL-KY8aeDQstG3wsHUd16GXd/s400/IMG_0193.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583958467616402962" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Trunk lid with the round-the-world route....</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); ">Sidevognslåg med jorden-rundt ruten indtegnet.....</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix3Ah6KqRZH0gS37jiwSUduzNFyhUmFg2jUpZu_FLPfUvw7GK6euKdA2VtXb90AeCLQceUFyrVD7sPY4aqyzq6fRKFv3q-ucbA3Cw8SZsx2tPgDbeObkwgOBbQsVBCF8926VgO_5F19Zxj/s1600/IMG_0200.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix3Ah6KqRZH0gS37jiwSUduzNFyhUmFg2jUpZu_FLPfUvw7GK6euKdA2VtXb90AeCLQceUFyrVD7sPY4aqyzq6fRKFv3q-ucbA3Cw8SZsx2tPgDbeObkwgOBbQsVBCF8926VgO_5F19Zxj/s400/IMG_0200.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583958464731223106" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">...and greetings from all over the world.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); ">....og med hilsener fra hele verden.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">(All pictures courtesy of Carsten Madsen.)</div>Kingcroesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18253276679665897331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624002233343625556.post-85962093478544753352011-03-08T00:50:00.006+01:002011-03-14T16:52:43.174+01:00Copenhagen Arrival<div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Tuesday, March 1st 2011</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">One day they seem to be in Egypt, then next day there's word from that they're in Germany with a broken frame (deja-vu all over again). And suddenly we hear that they'll be in Denmark on Tuesday. We'll believe it when we see it....</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Fastforward a few days to the JC Nimbus workshop in Copenhagen. A planned arrival in Rødby barely a few hundred clicks south of Cph was delayed a bit, we hear from Fin Ohlendorff, who drove down there to meet them. They'll be here at 2 p.m. instead of at high noon, says the latest bulletin. People keep trickling in, most in cars or by train, but a few Nimbuses, an Indian Chief bobber and a Chinese motorcycle-style thing show up as well.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">We go indoors to drink strongish Christmas beer and eat some really weird Swedish cake-style thing, which the Swedes present claim is a delicacy, in turn ruining whatever credibility they have left on this side of the sound. Or we go outdoors, freezing our collective butts off, kicking tyres and gossiping about stuff. The Norwegians are further delayed, we hear from FO, once more by a broken frame. It's been fixed with a luggage strap, and should be ok as long as Tormod keeps the speed below 80 kph (50 mph).</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">We wait some more.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Then finally we hear a roar down at the other end of Viborggade. A blue Nimbus outfit is racing up towards us, trailed by a red one and a large blue Beemer. Closer now they come, everybody have their cameras & camcorders out, waving Danish & Norwegian flags.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The brakes work, thankfully, engines are turned off, helmets get unstrapped and we see the two familiar grins on dirty faces. Everybody applauses.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">------------------</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The bikes get started up again & parked in the courtyard of JC Nimbus. Both look like shite, probably haven't been washed since Sarf Africa, and the engines leak oil like you wouldn't believe it. Oil consumption has been obscene lately, suggesting knackered internals. The frame welds are unspeakable, lights are out, and some of the tyres are bald, which to T & K means they still have at least another 400 k's left. But so what? The boys made it home (depending of how you define 'home', of course).</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Tormod & Klaus have more hands to shake, pose with people for the cameras, co-chairman Tom of the Nimbus Club gives a short speech, books and pics get autographed with hands trembling from either the cold of the engine vibration. A few gifts are exchanged, and the two main characters then enter the warmth indoors, to mingle & to tell tales. Again and again, for hours.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Roald Amundsen & Tor Heyerdal may not exactly have been put to shame, but at least they now have competition. Opinions vary, but some even suggest that this is a bigger accomplishment than the 1930s Nimbus trips to Persia and around The Mediterranean. No matter, this was the first Nimbus RTW trip, and it will probably not be repeated for decades, if ever.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">----------------------------</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">When darkness falls most guests have left, and we wheel the Nimbuses into the workshop for the night. Fixing them for the final stretch to Norway will be tomorrow's job.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;color:#CCCCCC;"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Ankomst i København</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Den ene dag synes de at være i Egypten, og den næste dag hører man at de står i Tyskland hvor stellet er knækket igen-igen-igen. Og pludselig hører vi at de vil ankomme til Danmark på tirsdag. Vi tror det når vi ser det....</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Spol et par dage frem til JC Nimbus på Østerbro. Den forventede ankomst til Rødby var lidt forsinket, oplyser Fin Ohlendorff, som var kørt derned for at møde dem. De vil være her kl. 14 i stedet for når solen står højest, lyder den seneste bulletin. Flere folk siver herhen, de fleste med bil eller tog, men et par Nimbusser, en Indian Chief bobber og en kinesisk mc-lignende ting dukker også op.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Vi går indendørs for at drikke nogle flere juleøl og spise af en svensk kage-agtig ting, som svenskerne hævder er en svensk delikatesse; hvilket tager livet af den sidste smule troværdighed dem på den anden side af sundet havde. Eller vi går udendørs og fryser røven af, sparker dæk og udveksler sladder. Nordmændene bir lidt mere forsinket, hører vi fra FO, af endnu et stelbrud. Det er blevet fixet med en bagagestrop, og skulle være ok hvis Tormod holder farten under 80 km/t.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Vi venter lidt mere. </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Så omsider hører vi et brøl nede fra den anden ende af Viborggade. En blå Nimbus sidevognsmaskine racer op mod os, forfulgt af en ørd ditto og en blå BMW. De kommer nærmere, alle har kameraer og camcordere klar, og vinker med danske og norske flag.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Bremserne virker heldigvis stadig, motorerne slukkes, hjelmene af og vi ser to velkendte grin på møgbeskidte ansigter. Alle klapper.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">-------------------</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Maskinerne startes op igen og kører ind i gården. De ser slemme ud, er sikkert ikke blevet vasket siden de forlod Sydafrika, og motorerne lækker olie så man tror det er løgn. Olieforbruget har været horribelt på det seneste, hvilket tyder på skrottet indmad. Stellets svejsninger ligner strudseklatter, lyset er forlængst væk, og nogle dækkene er blankslidte, hvilket i T & K's verden betyder at der stadig er 400 km tilbage i dem. Men hvad så? Drengene er hjemme igen (selvfølgelig afhængigt af hvordan man definerer 'hjemme').</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Tormod og Klaus har flere hænder der skal trykkes, mennesker der skal poseres med foran kameraer, DNT's næstformand Tom holder en kort tale, bøger og billeder signeres med hænder der ryster enten af kulde eller af de sidste par hundrede kilometers vibrationer. Nogle få gaver udveksles, hvorefter de to hovedpersoner går indenfor på værkstedet, for at være sociale og fortælle røverhistorier. Igen og igen, i timevis.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Roald Amundsen og Tor Heyerdal er måske ikke sat i skammekrogen, men de har i det mindste fået konkurrence. Der er flere meninger om det, men nogen antyder at det her er en større bedrift end at køre en Nimbus til Persien eller Middelhavet rundt i 1930'erne. Igemeget, det her er den første jordomrejse på Nimbus, hvilket næppe bliver gentaget de første par tiår, om nogensinde.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">-------------------</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Da mørket falder på er de fleste gæster gået, og vi ruller maskinerne ind på værkstedet for natten. At gøre dem klar til det sidste stræk op til Norge bliver næste dags arbejde.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal"><br /></p> </span><p></p></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzVQGhhbgbyyNIohdTcqBczzhgmlyT-rRhj_xFe2YbazEIW0yiicL2_FwkG1saabMFiwdG03AMFwmzlIECVvKFHOEs-QI78s6alf4tCC32TPQH036-LW_qcUWqQQJ4RXhzrrKQUP_YBUPy/s1600/KCCD+CHP+001A.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzVQGhhbgbyyNIohdTcqBczzhgmlyT-rRhj_xFe2YbazEIW0yiicL2_FwkG1saabMFiwdG03AMFwmzlIECVvKFHOEs-QI78s6alf4tCC32TPQH036-LW_qcUWqQQJ4RXhzrrKQUP_YBUPy/s400/KCCD+CHP+001A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581781687017647858" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Right off the boat at Rødby Harbour.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Just ankommet til Rødbyhavn.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguhlxYeBSNOmr_4q5i6QgTpdtu32GOElbHDZVNSGLkyJWmAMd4yVBNc9qoUkNaHHZkxnTKdGPN9BYfUYkLUI0Ad6Nh97CT9qHs3zx8khOR_R3jdpv6F4yN7jNXx0IjFmX3SGGeujYVtjG6/s1600/KCCD+CHP+016A.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguhlxYeBSNOmr_4q5i6QgTpdtu32GOElbHDZVNSGLkyJWmAMd4yVBNc9qoUkNaHHZkxnTKdGPN9BYfUYkLUI0Ad6Nh97CT9qHs3zx8khOR_R3jdpv6F4yN7jNXx0IjFmX3SGGeujYVtjG6/s400/KCCD+CHP+016A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581781277517523698" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><div style="text-align: center;">For some reason the frame was not repaired with the String-Emil 'pants' Tormod bought from him.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Af en-eller-anden grund reparerede Tormod ikke stellet med de String-Emil 'bukser' han havde købt.</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4yBSAhToLXpCU4ix4lYKFV0rW5g9qLceKCc4k1ErdKXjuy-X_9PdmIYcC0GMPk5Zi_CyF25y4Ast58pXVrOxy1SQnm8t1tKQ-WfQx8yeQwU9eXunCov-AHhDsI93QnC8YDnChyphenhyphenEdipCCl/s1600/KCCD+CHP+046A.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4yBSAhToLXpCU4ix4lYKFV0rW5g9qLceKCc4k1ErdKXjuy-X_9PdmIYcC0GMPk5Zi_CyF25y4Ast58pXVrOxy1SQnm8t1tKQ-WfQx8yeQwU9eXunCov-AHhDsI93QnC8YDnChyphenhyphenEdipCCl/s400/KCCD+CHP+046A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581781274392183442" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><div style="text-align: center;">Arrival at the JC Nimbus workshop.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Ankomst udenfor JC Nimbus værkstedet.</span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiGprZ1HzEqYscns0OmjPy_ibfoE22A779uqi1NfPJWOhgiJrMP3x3CYv7QlAIB5CQj5TZcG6Xd9ARrEvcnNijHNjhCMm-tTf_ZFGCLP1CoYpdp45Vf8SBSGhZ6sWlLbu_RVSh-F9bN_DF/s1600/KCCD+CHP+082A.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiGprZ1HzEqYscns0OmjPy_ibfoE22A779uqi1NfPJWOhgiJrMP3x3CYv7QlAIB5CQj5TZcG6Xd9ARrEvcnNijHNjhCMm-tTf_ZFGCLP1CoYpdp45Vf8SBSGhZ6sWlLbu_RVSh-F9bN_DF/s400/KCCD+CHP+082A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581781268010622722" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><div style="text-align: center;">Slightly worse for wear, might be left 'as is' when encased in a large block of clear epoxy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Lettere anløben, vil måske forblive i denne stand, og støbt ind i en stor blok klar epoxy. </span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiX2hYPxmx-QdzleXvuA_Es9yiH4AtQOt28bWYFgh3LqXW2YfEfR1-RzgFTRTI_aQCbJP6I4v10XPJTiqJz74mZFe09qoOMP_A9X_j20SqGryTswx5Hyw9UggkiPr4HWBMleS8vjwB8Fdj/s1600/KCCD+CHP+085A.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiX2hYPxmx-QdzleXvuA_Es9yiH4AtQOt28bWYFgh3LqXW2YfEfR1-RzgFTRTI_aQCbJP6I4v10XPJTiqJz74mZFe09qoOMP_A9X_j20SqGryTswx5Hyw9UggkiPr4HWBMleS8vjwB8Fdj/s400/KCCD+CHP+085A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581781267308307346" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><div style="text-align: center;">Two Swedes & two Norwegians: Lars Nilsson (the man producing the 4-speed gearboxes), Tormod, Klaus & ever-present supporter Lars Persson.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">To svenskere & to nordmænd: Lars Nilsson (manden der producerer 4-trins gearkasserne), Tormod, Klaus og den allestedsnærværende supporter Lars Persson.</span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3aX7tPGzXsgXUgYl5hf7Z9UBnliEvCApd7Bp3IsvAOvLc_zTtTo_JOB-zIBoPAkRswgi9vkUDZXJU4PE26NwYVTLXkzsPMlvzm92PWCBhAsDPtUr0WjZrvpricO_30iw7E4x3DyJSl1qe/s1600/KCCD+CHP+088A.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3aX7tPGzXsgXUgYl5hf7Z9UBnliEvCApd7Bp3IsvAOvLc_zTtTo_JOB-zIBoPAkRswgi9vkUDZXJU4PE26NwYVTLXkzsPMlvzm92PWCBhAsDPtUr0WjZrvpricO_30iw7E4x3DyJSl1qe/s400/KCCD+CHP+088A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581781264982465714" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><div style="text-align: center;">The beer is all but gone, but the Swedish cake-thing remains.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Øllet er stort set væk, men den svenske kage-agtige ting står der endnu.</span></div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(Pictures courtesy of Fin Ohlendorff).</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></div></div>Kingcroesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18253276679665897331noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624002233343625556.post-36910363798537107482011-02-28T21:59:00.004+01:002011-02-28T22:15:09.035+01:00Germany & Copenhagen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZnLXlgtCvsDAF7EjjlQVoQWf1KPTKPFHUOjeqn48fLevNnOy_ZUHRiUrB9mSwi094LvBWii84oM8W17neeLnN5NkoLb8Cei1V-faPk3OqwMIhHt9wTwvsiNVAHfIS4OvCmhPmJ9WTYiGl/s1600/Cat+-+Holy+Water.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZnLXlgtCvsDAF7EjjlQVoQWf1KPTKPFHUOjeqn48fLevNnOy_ZUHRiUrB9mSwi094LvBWii84oM8W17neeLnN5NkoLb8Cei1V-faPk3OqwMIhHt9wTwvsiNVAHfIS4OvCmhPmJ9WTYiGl/s400/Cat+-+Holy+Water.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578851971371428562" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Translator's entry:<div><br /></div><div>The guys are almost home, at the time of writing in Northern Germany, just 40 clicks from the ferry to Denmark. Whatever happened between there and Egypt I have no idea, except that the frame of Tormod's Nimbus broke on both sides 70 kilometres south of Kassel. That's been fixed now, but looks like shite (seventh frame incident).</div><div><br /></div><div>If everything goes according to plan they will raid the duty free shop on the boat and arrive in Rødby ferry harbour early tomorrow morning, have breakfast with Fin Ohlendorff (one of their staunchest supporters) there and then ride on to JC Nimbus in Copenhagen. Estimated time of arrival will be 1 pm. </div><div><br /></div><div>Be there....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Oversætterens indlæg:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Team KCCD er næsten hjemme, i skrivende stund i Nordtyskland hvor de overnatter 40 km fra færgen. Jeg har ingen idé om hvad de har oplevet mellem der og Egypten, bortset fra at stellet på Tormods Nimbus knækkede i begge sider, 70 km syd for Kassel. Det er fixet nu, men ser ikke kønt ud (syvende stelbrud). </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Hvis alt går som planlagt vil de gå amok i skibet toldfri butik, og ankomme i Rødby Færgehavn tidligt i morgen, spise morgenmad med Fin Ohlendorff dér, og så køre videre op til JC Nimbus. Forventet ankomst er kl. 13.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Mød op....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Kim</span></div></div>Kingcroesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18253276679665897331noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624002233343625556.post-30747800464792238802011-02-17T11:03:00.003+01:002011-02-17T11:15:49.312+01:00Egypt before and after the "revolution"The press has been moaning a lot about being held up by the police and army in Egypt, they shouldn’t take it personally. Most of us have.<br /><br />The tourism promotion board has now said it’s all calm now, situation is under control and no problems to return. Bullshit. We have been held up, locked up and harassed by police equally well both before and after the step-down. The army, police and people don’t know how to handle the situation and still acts in a very bad manner certain places.<br /><br />It should be said that the police, army and sometimes even people has been polite and emphasizing that you should not feel their actions as a threat. However, their actions speak the opposite story. It also speaks a story about a population, an army and a police force that has a utter lack of professionalism, compensated with lack of education and/or to use common sense. It’s still really not a place to travel for over-fragile people.<br /><br />Before the situation was “settled” we travelled from Aswan to Alexandria. After the situation was “settled” we tried to go from Alexandria to El Alamein to look at the war cemetery, 105 kilometers west of town. The two entries below are two short stories of how the police/army acted before, and after Friday 11th.<br /><br />From what I’ve seen out there myself I can’t realize how the tourist promotions board can say it’s all under control. How can the people assume that the “professional” army will run this country wonderfully till democratic elections can be held, when they can’t even handle their hand guns and crowds of people?<br /><br />I’m not going to analyze this situation as I’m more interested and competent in combustion engines, but I assume the revolution in Iran looked at a good idea at the time as well, and the orange revolution in Ukraine at least led to a victory-intoxication for some time, literally.<br /><br />Tormod<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQqZ1cSVxe4Rrgmp25glT0oNOIgG00AS_J2NXJooZnfwUVj6t5-1cBO-i8p-bRDIVg88J34nVbhZdF9BD0VMv604iS7NhvBhCnxpY-WeYMON4vL4d1P6yaUZPR5ryT58NbyO6kYZgSGpyt/s1600/DSC_2383.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574598331283065106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQqZ1cSVxe4Rrgmp25glT0oNOIgG00AS_J2NXJooZnfwUVj6t5-1cBO-i8p-bRDIVg88J34nVbhZdF9BD0VMv604iS7NhvBhCnxpY-WeYMON4vL4d1P6yaUZPR5ryT58NbyO6kYZgSGpyt/s400/DSC_2383.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a>After the "revolution" everybody can freely go around and shoot happy pictures without any problems with army or police. Everything is calm and under controlled. Yes, indeed...<br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRKqqA7wQ1wUHgBJrZ8BIAFOTIwO9BAkb5jpaKVQGpSIdWYHTiCxvEDPT7E21eHdpT5L33RmNbJ93tm0E1eSNuWP2zVMUMQQM3E-TVEVWLPHKwbWJV1XzqQUdSFmAMj2D_XgR_LiIEP4mF/s1600/DSC_2210.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574598329731704690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRKqqA7wQ1wUHgBJrZ8BIAFOTIwO9BAkb5jpaKVQGpSIdWYHTiCxvEDPT7E21eHdpT5L33RmNbJ93tm0E1eSNuWP2zVMUMQQM3E-TVEVWLPHKwbWJV1XzqQUdSFmAMj2D_XgR_LiIEP4mF/s400/DSC_2210.jpg" /></a> Everybody is happy and positive, let's just hope it keeps up that way.<br /></div>Kingcroesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18253276679665897331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624002233343625556.post-82269149119621555852011-02-17T10:53:00.003+01:002011-02-17T11:03:19.912+01:00Held up in Mininia (8th of Feb)<div align="left">From Aswan to Luxor all had been quiet, though we saw the first shattered windows and tanks in Luxor. As we progress up the Nile Valley we get into more confrontations with the police. They normally act friendly, but unprofessional and ask for bakshees (bribes) all the time.<br /><br />Fair enough, this normally happens also in normal circumstances in Egypt too. Most of the time they are pleasant/ok to deal with, to the degree it’s ok to be escorted and stopped all the time. At one point, they even help me to get my bike’s broken frame welded.<br /><br />When we reach Mininia it is a different story. We have to stop for the night, park at square in the center and ask for a hotel. Within 5 minutes it is 2-300 civilians around us, demanding to see our passports. Of course you don’t show your passport to strangers so I say no. The crowd get more and more aggressive, and accuse us for being spies from Mossad. Everybody knows the Mossad normally drives Nazi-style sidecar motorcycles from the thirties on their operations, but not Danish ones for God’s sake.<br /><br />When they understand they will not get to see the passports they threaten to call the police, so I tell them to go ahead. First a uniformed officer shows up on motorcycle, and he is calm and ok. Then a plain-cloth officer come and demand to see passport. I ask for his ID, which he hasn’t.<br /><br />Needless to say, no passport flashing. As the crowd get more and more “intense” I suggest that we take refuge at the police station, which the undercover cop think is a good idea. So off we go, with 2-300 nuclear researchers, a fair amount of neurologists, some brain surgeons, a few rocket scientists and a minority of camel fuckers running after us, shouting and hoping for the Israeli spies to get hanged at the spot.<br /><br />At the police station they are polite, and serve us tea and cigarettes. However, their actions and questioning don’t impress in a positive way: What are you doing for work? Where do you come from and what is your nationality (while “reading” the passport)? Do you carry a lot of gold and diamonds?<br /><br />They write down the information from the passports and when it is done they ask our names are again. Then they start to argue about who should have the paper where they have written down the information. After quite some time a bright mind recalls they have a Xerox machine so each one of they can have a copy, even of the passport’s front page. We are stunned by their ability to reason out this brilliant idea to take photocopies and just has to congratulate them.<br /><br />After four hours of phone calls (but never to the Norwegian embassy which would be the easiset way to check us out from Mossad's payrolls) and clever cross-examination they take us to a hotel, where it is a tourist police that checked our bags. Just as well, we might have equipment and a desire to blow up the towns most ran down hotel, especially as we’re the only guests. Then they fetch us with a police car with flashing lights and siren to a restaurant, and back to the hotel and placed a guard for the night, in addition to the tourist police officer. The next morning they escort us out of town, and could proudly look back at another intricate case closed.<br /><br />Tormod<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg9BO0s_pb12EoDH6cwIMKFYqqdKKpMVDjuy1GirIosycBaOcwRwv12jxpXtaRU9eQlTrv9T8GGkBP3skcgZNk-g00uxIrMbT3auyzIKZok1ZBqZ_6Rgu2e3fN0G-DshhChVlyq6_HRFHu/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574594977344563426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg9BO0s_pb12EoDH6cwIMKFYqqdKKpMVDjuy1GirIosycBaOcwRwv12jxpXtaRU9eQlTrv9T8GGkBP3skcgZNk-g00uxIrMbT3auyzIKZok1ZBqZ_6Rgu2e3fN0G-DshhChVlyq6_HRFHu/s400/8.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a>Some of the police/army we had no problems with, and actually helped somewhere down the Nile Valley. All they wanted was some bribes, like 95% of them. When they didn't get anything it was still no problems with them.<br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQvuSRI7JBsMvCsBtUcbbSlMSOgDMrTuCVxs08GSapcfuFDI6MNNrfNWFU485TAPR6d6tYwtZQPc_8oCul7HDQHc9uDr45XdYzuIBXMIeGbuLrvx7fG6PCPhOy90_fn_gLz3c4sudJvKds/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574594717033954786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQvuSRI7JBsMvCsBtUcbbSlMSOgDMrTuCVxs08GSapcfuFDI6MNNrfNWFU485TAPR6d6tYwtZQPc_8oCul7HDQHc9uDr45XdYzuIBXMIeGbuLrvx7fG6PCPhOy90_fn_gLz3c4sudJvKds/s400/7.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a>In Cairo</p>Kingcroesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18253276679665897331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624002233343625556.post-86461714639600877722011-02-17T10:40:00.003+01:002011-02-17T10:53:48.313+01:00“Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name”<strong>Locked up on the way to El Alamein (13th of Feb)</strong><br /><br />As the “revolution” is over everything has become better already, at least according to most locals and tourist industry. Hence, we decided to kill a few days going to El Alamein to see the war cemetery and museum and camp out in the dessert. <br /><br />In the western outskirts of Alexandria there is massive traffic jam and while standing still in a junction guy in military uniform comes and try to communicate us to stop, without speaking a word English. Soon some police in civilian clothes show up, speaking English. And of course, the civilians’ mob quickly gathers. <br /><br />Within ten minutes I assume there is again between 2-300 spectators, helping the police and army, by demanding a thorough examination and suggesting what kind of spies we are, some quite aggressive. A doctor is present, and tries to calm down us, the army and the crowd. “Don’t be afraid, we’re in an emergency so we need to check you but won’t hurt you. We’re generous and nice people.” I need to get to El Alamein, not getting comfort about a crowd of cowards that are more a threat of making me a racist than hurting me.<br /><br />Soon the mob is so big and out of control that the army has to retreat with us. To get us and the bikes out the soldiers and officers actually load their Kalashnikovs and hand guns, waiving uncontrolled. At least they get rid of them. First they want us to leave the bikes and jump into a car with them and lose track of where we are and our equipment. No way will we leave the bikes there, so after a big argument they let us go with the bikes.<br /><br />A kilometer down the street we park next to a M1 Abe tank, and the army has a office in the building. Same stupid questions all over again. They search the bikes and our pockets, even going through all the pictures on the memory cards. I lose track of how many different people look at the passport and ask our nationality at the same time, a good number of them holding the passport upside down while examining them. <br /><br />Then they start the search all over again and do some frightful finds: one pocket knife, one German paratrooper knife (10 cm blade), 8 flares for animal warning while camping (each containing something like 2 gram of phosphor), to writable CDs, some memory cards and a spare battery and charger for a laptop. This takes about two hours, and probably made them happy as they called of the search half way through the boxes. <br /><br />At this point there is a big mob gathered again, so they decide on going to an army camp. Each of us have to take an officer on our bikes, and mine is waiving his 9mm hand gun frantically all the time when driving. I would not mind if he could control his gun, but he can’t. <br /><br />Sometimes he’s pointing at his legs, sometimes at cars and pedestrians, sometimes in the air and sometimes at my head at 6 inch distance. The gun is loaded and the safety off. I scold him several times for it, tells him to either control the gun or to put it away. Every time he says he’s sorry, but forgets himself after some seconds. The road is bumpy and we’re stopping and going all the time, I just await an accidental shot and just hope it does not comes my direction. <br /><br />We visit two army camps before one will let us in; obviously they are not organized at all. When we are finally let into one they speak to the officer in charge, showing him the dangerous items they have confiscated. <br /><br />The officer in charge does not even greet us, just order us locked up. The take us to a small house and shut the door with a big bolt from the outside. Inside, two kids aged about 12 years is sitting in a corner, tied with their hands on their backs. They look dirty and beat up. On the wall there’s a picture of the army’s chain of command with Mubarak on top.<br />The window is halfway open, I fully open it and send the soldier that just locked the door an ironic grin. He seems embarrassed and makes and angry gesture to make me shut it.<br /> <br />After a half hour the banana-benders have found a translator as they don’t speak English themselves. Explaining why we got knives and flares all over again. They say they have to keep the flares and knives, but we’re free to go. <br /><br />It’s getting dark soon so we don’t have time to argue much more, so we say that’s ok but they have to give us a receipt so we can bring up the issue with the correct authorities. This is met with total refusal and it’s now clearly turned into a matter of corruption and collecting souvenirs from tourists. They are not so confident anymore.<br /><br />The arguing about the receipt goes on and we get nowhere with it. We need to get out before it’s getting dark, and am a bit pissed after four hours with them. We just say fuck this, and tell them to give us the knives and we’ll break the blades and keep the handles our self. Obviously disappointed they can’t argue much about this, though they try. <br /><br />We head back to the hotel Alexandria. To the degree I ever had any respect or faith in the Egyptian army and police the last bit of it is gone now. I just wish them all good luck and sit tight till my ferry takes me to Italy in a few days. <br /><br />Tormod<br /><br /><br /><div align="left"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNZBFnIhPn-HNz4-d6l8TAKCKhaYdVdZUgJI6LFpchl80VZ8hCJnchUphYnORTUjsqhIfDisnR0HIUTYyiBSmMmqhe24opNxmUCM-LYGaSOAw0AwZgjLsBhnb4lsKFF_jtj0GvGkCrGT5F/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574591756939894178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNZBFnIhPn-HNz4-d6l8TAKCKhaYdVdZUgJI6LFpchl80VZ8hCJnchUphYnORTUjsqhIfDisnR0HIUTYyiBSmMmqhe24opNxmUCM-LYGaSOAw0AwZgjLsBhnb4lsKFF_jtj0GvGkCrGT5F/s400/1.jpg" /></a> This is the dangerous items confiscated, beside a match to show the size. The Paratrooper was packed intto a box in the bottom of Klaus' sidecar, hence totally unavailiable. I could have slight understanding of the action if it was concealed on the body, but in this case it would take 20 minutes to dig out. Note the knife is now dismantled, and the blade of the pocket knife is broken off. At least they didn't get anything out of their actions. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRc0PXn9uYx3Z_xT_60ZATeCk4-zZbFPRf8CcLNBScm1S7LvS51PrvkL4B26yUme2_Z_mWyOHExzbRaEXf0Np9u6xMoi60istYTu4Y6hEia-ehQZ4jx89w3VWx87rRrfTGhE-EdS2Xxh11/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574591531404170194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRc0PXn9uYx3Z_xT_60ZATeCk4-zZbFPRf8CcLNBScm1S7LvS51PrvkL4B26yUme2_Z_mWyOHExzbRaEXf0Np9u6xMoi60istYTu4Y6hEia-ehQZ4jx89w3VWx87rRrfTGhE-EdS2Xxh11/s400/2.jpg" /></a> This is how the army like to be seen, and is pretty much the case in Alexandria now. However, when you get a little bit away from where media and foreigners are present the story is quite different.<br /><br /><div></div><br /></div>Kingcroesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18253276679665897331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624002233343625556.post-7031221450015422742011-02-14T04:14:00.012+01:002011-02-15T18:47:02.772+01:00Alexandria 11th of February 2011<strong>Saad Saghloul Square and the Corniche Street is boiling over of people. The atmosphere is somewhat reserved and tense till the big news come: Mubarak has stepped down. The atmosphere suddenly get ecstatic and those not already out there flock to the street.</strong><br /><br />Friday morning it’s clearly quiet before the storm. The streets are empty, and as we drive around with foreign bikes we quickly get hunted down by plain cloth police the checks passports, yells and wonder why we are here. That we are stuck awaiting ferry to Italy get responded with harassment and threats about what will happen later in the day, but we really don't have any other option than sit around here.<br /><br />The ambience is reserved, tense and the streets are more or less empty. The military has fortified the port and central government buildings with APCs and tanks. Everybody knows the Friday prayer will be the turning point of the day, but it’ll be a peaceful day or turn into riots nobody really knows. It makes people as well as authorities nervous.<br /><br /><strong>People Gather</strong><br />The Friday prayer is over and it doesn’t take long before Corniche, the beach road is filled with marching people. Slogans get shouted from choir leaders with loudspeakers on pickup trucks and followed up by the masses. All ages is represented, and the ambience and so many kids presents gives and indicator that it might be a peaceful afternoon.<br /><br />The police stays passive, and so do the military. The protesters march around, while others take a break with a cup of coffee and a shisha at the curbside restaurant along Corniche.<br /><br /><strong>The news comes</strong><br />I’m sitting at a cafe’ when uncontrolled exultation breaks out. Mubarak has stepped down. Everybody rushes up from where they are sitting at café’s and restaurants, hugging each other, congratulating and shout. The streets start to boil for real, the horn on the cars honk and the people compete about making most noise.<br /><br />The celebrating people climb up on monuments at the square, dancing. People stands on the roofs of the cars sending up fireworks while shouting with joy.<br /><br />A couple of hours later the celebration is even more intense. People rushes to the center from outskirts of the town. It’s evidently the day of the youth. Hassan that I speak to has broken his arm in the riots earlier, but says “We won, it was worth it!”<br /><br />The young generation feel it was mostly their uprising. Mohammad says “Mubarak his administration hasn’t realized what the younger want and needs, and we’re sick and tired of corruption and misgovernment” Fazy says he hopes for more freedom.<br /><br />It’s clear that it’s not only an optimism that rules today, it’s rather over-optimism. That the hardest part of the “revolution” is left is not a topic people want to hear about this day.<br /><br />After a while I hide the memory card in my shoe, put in a fresh one and move over to where the military is present. Quite some civilians are gathered around an APC, while kids and girls get helped up on it by soldiers and taken pictures of. The cameras on the mobile phones are in constant use to immortalize the moment everybody regards as historic.<br /><br />I recognize the soldiers and officers; it’s the same guys that took us in for checking us out a few days earlier when we arrived in town. They are friendlier now and I ask if all is well. “It’s a good day, it finally over and ended like I hoped says one of the officers, obviously relieved as it’s over and he can finally express his feelings and opinions.<br /><br />Tormod<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>Saad Saghloul Square koker av folk og veiene til og fra er hardstappet med folk. Stemningen er tilbakeholden frem til den store nyheten kommer: Mubarak har gått av. Stemningen blir brått ekstatisk og de som ikke allerede er i gatene strømmer til.</strong><br /><br />Fredag morgen er det tydelig stille før stormen. Gatene er tomme, og da vi kjører rundt i gatene med utenlandskregistrerte motorsykler blir vi fort innhentet av sivilt politi, som sjekker pass, kjefter og lurer på hvorfor vi er her. At vi sitter fast og venter på en ferge til Italia blir besvart med sjikanering og advarsler om hva som er ventet utover dagen, men vi har nå ikke noe annet valg enn å være der.<br /><br />Stemningen ev avventende, og gatene er mer eller mindre tomme. Militæret har befestet havnen og sentrale regjeringsbygninger med pansrede personellkjøretøyer og stridsvogner.Alle vet at fredagsbønnen vil bli vendepunktet, men om det blir en fredelig kveld eller om det blusser opp til opptøyer vet ingen og gjør både myndigheter og sivilister nervøse.<br /><br /><strong>Folk samles</strong><br />Fredagsbønnen er over, og det går ikke lange tiden før Corniche, strandveien, blir fyllt av marsjerende folk. Slagord ropes av forsangere fra høytalere på pickup’er, mens folkemassene følger opp. Alle aldre er representert, men stemningen og at så mange barn deltar tilsier at det kanskje vil foregå fredelig.<br /><br />Politiet forholder seg passivt, og likeså med militæret. Demonstrantene marsjerer rundt, mens andre tar en pust i bakken med en kaffe og shisha på fortausrestaurantene.<br /><br /><strong>Nyheten kommer</strong><br /><br />Jeg sitter på en kaffe da vill jubel plutselig bryter ut. Mubarak har gått av. Alle stormer opp fra kafe’er og restauranter, klemmer hverandre, gratulerer og roper. Gatene begynner å koke for alvor, bilhornene tuter om kapp med jubelbrøl fra folk.<br />De feirende klatrer opp på monumentene på Saad Saghloul Square og danser, folk står jublende på biltak og fyrvereri sendes opp.<br /><br />Et par timer senere er feiringen enda mer intens, folk strømmer til fra utkantene av byen. Det er tydelig særlig ungdommens dag. Hassan som jeg snakker med har brukket armen i tidligere opptøyer, men sier ”Det var verdt det, vi vant”<br /><br />Den yngre garde føler det var mest deres opprør. Mohammad sier ”Mubarak og administrasjonen ikke har skjønt hva de yngre vil, og vi er lei korrupsjon og dårlig styre” Fazy sier at han håper på mer frihet. Det er klart at det er ikke bare en optimistisk stemning som råder, men kanskje en overdrevent optimistisk stemning. At det vanskligste gjenstår er ikke mulig å få gehør for denne dagen.<br /><br />Etterhvert beveger jeg meg litt ut fra folkemassene, mot der Hæren holder til. En god del sivilister er smlet rundt et pansret personellkjøretøy, mens barn og jenter blir hjulpet opp på kjøretøyet av soldater. Mobilkameraene brukes flittig for å forevige det alle anser som et historisk øyeblikk.<br /><br />Jeg kjenner igjen soldatene og offiserene, de er de samme som tok meg inn til sjekk da jeg først kom til byen noen dager tidligere. De er vennligere nå, og jeg lurer på om alt er vel. ”Det er en god dag, endelig er det over og endte slik jeg håpet” sier den ene offiseren, tydelig lettet og fornøyed med utfallet.<br /><br />Tormod<br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjMb2CiKRmX-4DqKTYeaozXJ98z-L6CSutGZd3CDXvWDl_YgZZplo07wJxSFBkRNRMg4O1BsfathsuuEy3epxHXOBPyYjYHE1GWjshyFJMapBt3hNX-jmYR_sdUEE_tymZGK2qgmyAZWKM/s1600/DSC_2028.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573394964246704306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjMb2CiKRmX-4DqKTYeaozXJ98z-L6CSutGZd3CDXvWDl_YgZZplo07wJxSFBkRNRMg4O1BsfathsuuEy3epxHXOBPyYjYHE1GWjshyFJMapBt3hNX-jmYR_sdUEE_tymZGK2qgmyAZWKM/s400/DSC_2028.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsTNGUn0IVbYq9V4wCZaM8hAj6q1Ve27cO99-MWcUheJd5jKDFgeQ7d3pKB2wnZzdKN-NqvsCSa-_B8kb4o5mg2x9iV6SDSJdJHeAYWvqvE9EfVSSIDaHsfTMxeqPOSo32aVpZk9H9X14Z/s1600/DSC_2059.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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You probably haven´t heard of it, and that´s the point, as they say in New York.<br /><br />This piece of non-existent road was the last tough part of the journey, a bandit infested “highway” between Isiolo and the border town Moyale in North Kenya. In Ethiopia the tarmac starts again and it lasts all the way to Alexandria where we fetch a ferry to Italy.<br /><br />The gap between Isiolo and Moyale has been notorious for camel powered robbers in the long remote dessert stretches and a more or less non existing road.<br />It wasn´t as tough as the Andes mountains in Bolivia and down to Paraguay with a wrecked gearbox, or through the hardest parts of Mongolia. And probably way less than the Labrador coast from what I gather.<br /><br />However, it was still an inferno in vibrations, oil, petrol and dust. At this point of time the bikes pumps out oil from the engine and pours out petrol from cracks and vent holes in the fuel tanks.<br /><br />All this mixes with the fine dust from the road and covers both man and machine. When you clean your nostrils at the end of the day it comes out something that would be considered hazardous waste in Europe.<br /><br />With inadequate enough machinery even just 370 kilometers is enough to test your patience and ability. To go more than three four hours without a break is hard, and you average only 8-10 km/h for long periods.<br /><br />The hard tailed bike constantly jumps on the never stopping washboards. If you push too hard you break the frame, so it´s just to idle on first and wrestle your way around the rocks, and slam it open and hold on when you get into the silt pits. What acts to your benefit is that it´s very few curves, but that´s the only positive thing to say as well.<br /><br />Another thing is the constant burn on your legs from the overheating engine. For these conditions you feed the engine with even more fuel than it can eat to avoid heat seizures. Despite this it´s like riding a sauna stove.<br /><br />You feel a constant pain from the heat through your thick and smelly leather boots, and when it´s at the hottest of the day and the gravel is loose and deep enough the engine still starts detonating and almost seizure anyway. It says a bit considering the engine is at its very outer limit of the tolerances with 80 000 kilometers on the same bore and pistons.<br /><br />The final bonus is callosity on your hands from steering, and burned away fingerprints on thumbs and indexing fingers from working on the hot bike.<br />Strange enough, both I and the bike seem to like all this suffering. It’s some kind of perverted good feeling when you´re through it. You sit down with a drink, plug in your Ipod and just look at the bike in the African sunset. There is no room for complaints then.<br /><br />**************<br /><br /><br />This was written after the second day on the bad road, from what I had heard the road was supposed to get better so I took the victory in advance and wrote this piece. What followed was two more days, way worse than the two first. When the road improved in Ethiopia different problems occurred, so I´ll write up the complete story a bit later and publish as a complete piece on the blog. The pictures below is from the third day, when things started to get infernal.<br /><br /><br />T</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Et sandt helvede af olie, benzin og støv</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></span></div><div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Moyale Hovedvejen. Du har antagelig aldrig hørtt om den,og det er netop pointen, som de siger i New York (oversætters note; ??!?!?). Det her stykke ikke-eksisterende vej var rejsens sidste hårde stræk, en 'hovedvej' med vejrøvere, mellem Isiolo og grænsebyen Moyale i Nordkenya. I Etiopien begynder asfalten på vejen igen og varer ved hele vejen til Alexandria, hvorfra vi tager en færge til Italien. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"> </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Hullet mellem Isiolo og Moyale er berygtet for kamelstøvede banditter på de lange ørkenstræk af denne mere eller mindre ikke-eksisterende vej. Det var dog ikke så hårdt som vejen i Andesbjergene i Bolivia, og den ned til Paraguay med et smadret gearkasse, eller gennem de værste stræk i Mongoliet. Og efter hvad jeg har hørt sikkert langt bedre end Labrador-kysten.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Men det var ikke desto mindre et helvede af vibrationer, olie, benzin og støv. På dette tidspunkt pumper motoren olie ud af motoren og benzinen står ud af huller i tanken og af åndehullet i tankdækslet. Det hele mikses med det fine vejstøv og dækker såvel mand som maskine. Når du senere på dagen snyder næsen, kommer der noget ud som i Europa vil blive klassificeret som giftigt affald. Med tilpas håbløst kørende materiel vil selv et stræk på bare 370 kilometer sætte både tålmodighed og evner på prøve. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"> </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Den stivstellede maskine hopper henover vejens endeløse vaskebrætoverflade. Kører man for stærks knækker stellet, så det er bare tomgang i første gear og ellers hive den hårdt rundt om stenene, og fyre til den når støvhullerne dukker op. Til vores fordel er der kun meget få sving, men det er også det eneste pæne der er at sige om vejen. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"> </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Et andet problem er brandsårene fra den overophedede motor. Under disse omstændigheder giver man maskinen mere benzin end den kan æde, for at forhindre den i at sætte sig. Men trods det er som at køre en sauna-ovn.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Man kan føle en konstant smerte fra varme selv gennem tykke og ildelugtende læderstøvler, og når dagen er varmest og gruset er løst & dybt nok begynder motoren at banke og er tæt på at klemme. Det siger ikke så lidt, når man tager i betragtning af at den er tæt på ydersiden af tolerancerne efter 80.000 km på samme boring og stempler.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">En ekstra bonus er vablerne på ens hænder fra at styre den, og fingertryk som er brændt af tommel- og pegefinger efter at have arbejdet på den varme mc. Mærkeligt nok synes både jeg og maskinen at have det godt med al den lidelse: bagefter er der en-eller-ander pervers fryd ved at have gjort det. Du sætter dig hen med en drink, propper iPod'ens ørepropper i og kigger på maskinen mens solen går ned. Så er der intet at klage over.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">*** *** *** *** *** ***</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Det her blev skrevet efter andendagen på den elendige vej. Jeg havde hørt at vejen så blev bedre og havde allerede taget sejren for givet, da jeg skrev ovenstående. Hvad fulgte var så to dage der var meget færre ned de første to. Da vejen endeligt blev bedre i Etiopien opstod der andre problemer, som jeg vil skrive om senere, i et separat indlæg. Billederne herunder er fra trediedagen, netop som det begyndte at blive rigtig slemt.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTARF4xEuLCouSxCnGEizWxY5hvIp8p-oSFMd8FyJP7Qn4RrVzTywulYTtxynz0bZbCRr_7QXUETwG85ghCI8zGFWw7_6bt_Rzt1WK5DtLDz_FbiixSUmKyI-8O13BFJziHMqRp_92sjkL/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569767085825349026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTARF4xEuLCouSxCnGEizWxY5hvIp8p-oSFMd8FyJP7Qn4RrVzTywulYTtxynz0bZbCRr_7QXUETwG85ghCI8zGFWw7_6bt_Rzt1WK5DtLDz_FbiixSUmKyI-8O13BFJziHMqRp_92sjkL/s400/1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggEXNlVOl4By62nyctbO6SM49ZZSMZ1soRvuehFaMS5LMUCjxcnmOoOPGw6bsya_kRseFCJzF0OoXvtN9jS2QSMKOMz_fk3PizNYguK9Du6MnhG1ZaGnxKYTQnDFArkUtiBOR6hTpfxBrJ/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569767077891316306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggEXNlVOl4By62nyctbO6SM49ZZSMZ1soRvuehFaMS5LMUCjxcnmOoOPGw6bsya_kRseFCJzF0OoXvtN9jS2QSMKOMz_fk3PizNYguK9Du6MnhG1ZaGnxKYTQnDFArkUtiBOR6hTpfxBrJ/s400/2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTvdkzFthkCTI97GAvHKWsdjHnE5KsylKlWvR_Tj73EcU7Hfn45r0d4bm6nHIUtSUCdK0CcdKYDzaG2KU4Qpo8vyG1FTUTVsJXVyFLbx-4m8lT2wTWyjcBTklBkydq5uE76CcdivvBlv_u/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569767075947720834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTvdkzFthkCTI97GAvHKWsdjHnE5KsylKlWvR_Tj73EcU7Hfn45r0d4bm6nHIUtSUCdK0CcdKYDzaG2KU4Qpo8vyG1FTUTVsJXVyFLbx-4m8lT2wTWyjcBTklBkydq5uE76CcdivvBlv_u/s400/3.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZnHaaTL4ZcLXUd26NbYnfEYWqnKgdWphyUJM6AqeQaHOM9RnV-0dG3wXxJskT8cxr4E2ZvQ4WPWcDT1PvUpYspbULAnHzETvjGsg2O0SD7j78VPLlNfZpsPDLS549IrmQh49MhHbp7wLL/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569767070956371394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZnHaaTL4ZcLXUd26NbYnfEYWqnKgdWphyUJM6AqeQaHOM9RnV-0dG3wXxJskT8cxr4E2ZvQ4WPWcDT1PvUpYspbULAnHzETvjGsg2O0SD7j78VPLlNfZpsPDLS549IrmQh49MhHbp7wLL/s400/4.jpg" /></a> </div>Kingcroesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18253276679665897331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624002233343625556.post-10862473640117810382011-02-04T07:53:00.001+01:002011-02-09T00:01:14.113+01:00Urhino at the Henry CampIt was a short day with only 50 kilometers or so, and six small hours of driving on the corrugated dirt road. We had heard good words about the Henry Camp in Marsabit, thus decided on an early night, eat properly, check the bikes and maybe have a drink looking at the bikes in the African sunset. It had been a couple of rough days already.<br /><br />The camp was nice, with a hut functioning as a dorm, and showers and toilets in a separate building. As we checked in, the boy showed us around. First to the dorm, then up to the showers and toilets. On the way back from the shower to the hut he points at a fence, a fence that encloses a big area.<br /><br />“There´s the rhino” he said. I could see nothing but a bunch of monkeys in the shades of the trees in the fenced in area. “WTF, you got you own rhino here? Is it yours?” I´d always assumed that rhinos were rare and as hard to find as virgins in Manila.<br /><br />“I said rhino!!” he snapped at me. “Amazing, I´ve always wanted a rhino, do you wanna sell it?” I replied even more enthusiastic.<br /><br />“Rhino!!” he says a bit annoyed. “Yes, for God’s sake, I´m not deaf! In fact, I´d like to buy it and bring it back to my grandmother as a present. I think she too would fancy a rhino.”<br /><br />Klaus had an ugly grin on his face. “Tormod, give him a break. He says urinal, not rhino. “<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Det var en kort dag med kun 50 kilometer eller deromkring, og seks små timers kørsel på en vaskebrætvej. Vi havde hørt godt om Henry Camp i Marsabit, og bestemte os for at komme tidligt i seng, spise ordentligt, tjekke maskinerne og måske kigge på dem i den afrikanske solnedgang. Det havde allerede været et par hårde dage.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Campingpladsen var fin nok, med en hytte der fungerede som sovesal, og brusere og lokummer i en separat bygning. Vi tjekkede ind og knægten viste os først sovesalen, så bruserne og toiletterne. På vej tilbage pegede han på et større indhegnet område.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">”</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">There's the rhino” ('Der er næsehornet') sagde han. Jeg kunne ikke se andet end en flok aber i skyggen under et træ. ”Hva fa'en, I har jeres eget næsehorn her? Er det dit?” jeg havde ellers altid troet næsehorn var sjældne og lige så svære at finde som en jomfru i Manila.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">”</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Rhino!” sagde han lidt irriteret. ”For guds skyld mand, jeg er ikke døv. Faktisk vil jeg gerne købe det og tage det hjem som en gave til min bedstemor. Jeg tror hun også vil blive rigtig glad for et næsehorn”.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">”</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Tormod, lad ham være”, sagde Klaus med et grimt grin i fjæset. ”Han siger 'urinal', ikke 'rhino'”. </span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><br /></p> </div>Kingcroesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18253276679665897331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624002233343625556.post-15975043769808523492011-02-04T07:48:00.004+01:002011-02-09T00:00:22.062+01:00The dangerous homerun is onWe´ve crossed equator, and it´s only Ethiopia, Sudan, Egypt and some not even worth mentioning European countries separating me from “home”.<br /><br />For me this is the nightmare leg, and the one I´ve always considered the most dangerous. Not because the very bad road and bandit infested area north in Kenya. Nor because the elections and unrest in Sudan with an armored division along our route, ready to go south if the desire appears after the election. All this is matters of bad luck if it happens something, and if I was an unlucky soul I´d be long gone already.<br /><br />The problem is that when you´re this close, you´re feeling home and done with the journey. You start relaxing and lose focus, and that´s when you do the mistakes you can´t afford.<br /><br />It´s like the transport legs on races like the Paris-Dakar; almost more people drive themselves to death after the high speed stages than during them. They´re tired, relax and screw up. In our case it doesn´t help that you´re more than likely driving in a hypothermia ridden state and react slowing than under normal circumstances the last few thousand kilometers.<br /><br />It´s just to keep your head cool and steer her the last 5000 kilometers home. After all, to keep the head cool through the North European February night should go by itself.<br /><br /><br />Tormod<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Det farlige 'snart-hjemme' stræk begynder</span></span></b></div><div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Vi har krydset Ækvator, så nu er der kun Etiopien, Sudan, Egypten plus et par europæiskelande, der ikke er værd at nævne, der skiller mig fra 'hjemme'.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">For mig er det her mareridts-strækket, og det stræk som jeg altid har set som det farligste. Ikke pga. de dårlige veje eller vejrøverne i det nordlige Kenya. Heller ikke pga. valg og uroligheder i Sudan, med militærstyrker langs vores rute klar til at gå sydpå, skulle de have lyst til det efter valget. Sker der mig noget vil dette vil kun være et spørgsmål om uheld, og var jeg en uheldig sjæl ville jeg for længst være død og borte. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"> </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Problemet, at når du er så tæt på, føler du at du allerede er hjemme og færdig med rejsen. Du begynder at slappe af, er mindre fokuseret, og så er det du laver fejl du ikke kan tillade dig. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"> </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Det er ligesom de almindelige stræk i Paris-Dakar løbet, hvor der næsten er flere der kører sig ihjel efter de hurtige stræk end på dem. I vores tilfælde er hjælper det ikke, at du er mere tilbøjelig til at køre stivfrossen og derfor reagerer langsommmere end normalt de sidste par tusinde kilometer.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Det er bare med at holde hovedet koldt og styre de sidste 5000 km hjem. Men ok, at holde hovedet koldt gennem Europa i februars nattekulde er vel helt naturligt.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><br /></p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfaUFWpaONgFlrJQ45TeTSByiB-0HONHHyERIjP8O9VEFFVZx6G5d_6MTrr7FLKeRx9az9ICOY88P6P4TShHQJ3B0y6CoNBu0iupTV3rMylHNQznDh9d7dBoAHKQNBRTZ7tYmQjWiKR02w/s1600/DSC_0707.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfaUFWpaONgFlrJQ45TeTSByiB-0HONHHyERIjP8O9VEFFVZx6G5d_6MTrr7FLKeRx9az9ICOY88P6P4TShHQJ3B0y6CoNBu0iupTV3rMylHNQznDh9d7dBoAHKQNBRTZ7tYmQjWiKR02w/s400/DSC_0707.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569723339076089842" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWgHuyzTkuAFNcMw7FB8pikxgMmUshC5UqCByFMRfxAb7VEiIcwBv4-JEy6LL-hVmMChGjPoKldPOuEIrOr_AdZGD5sLXeYr05ofgoeXx7Gj_bctLY_N5QK35DErcWt-McyAL0G1G7GrFU/s1600/DSC_0708.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWgHuyzTkuAFNcMw7FB8pikxgMmUshC5UqCByFMRfxAb7VEiIcwBv4-JEy6LL-hVmMChGjPoKldPOuEIrOr_AdZGD5sLXeYr05ofgoeXx7Gj_bctLY_N5QK35DErcWt-McyAL0G1G7GrFU/s400/DSC_0708.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569723334149006610" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGMe_97OSjiQwx9FJ7OyROl8Rxwsp3kMSbWJWjLdOy-z8p24i0qnWyll5mi7XKVexI8TkiCNoQ_Tgu1eCTaO8jADuv9jcu9c5sYlbFnsJ0xMDTgAt9uoNIbDUJNOFYr6LiPBXytTuXHdee/s1600/DSC_0721.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGMe_97OSjiQwx9FJ7OyROl8Rxwsp3kMSbWJWjLdOy-z8p24i0qnWyll5mi7XKVexI8TkiCNoQ_Tgu1eCTaO8jADuv9jcu9c5sYlbFnsJ0xMDTgAt9uoNIbDUJNOFYr6LiPBXytTuXHdee/s400/DSC_0721.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569723327966202722" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNpulfsjv03lg8w6qynnArW2e4pFDisbTpYDHgaxWXkKuh9pc9ymEpjXu_Z_PY6XH9gqhrD3hyphenhyphenhrRBREQSamPjA1Y63_tQoFFZq9-Up2hq8cj8X-hb0YdDggCq1-9qVdcHU5Y6UeJT3t5F/s1600/DSC_0727.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNpulfsjv03lg8w6qynnArW2e4pFDisbTpYDHgaxWXkKuh9pc9ymEpjXu_Z_PY6XH9gqhrD3hyphenhyphenhrRBREQSamPjA1Y63_tQoFFZq9-Up2hq8cj8X-hb0YdDggCq1-9qVdcHU5Y6UeJT3t5F/s400/DSC_0727.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569723325003894626" /></a></div>Kingcroesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18253276679665897331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624002233343625556.post-10633326566010587272011-01-25T03:24:00.004+01:002011-01-31T23:58:44.973+01:00Yet another welding<div align="left">The road up to Maweni is mostly hair pins. And what happens then? Of course I have to go as fast as I can, race the poor retirement-ready bike so the sidecar lifts in the right curves and it slides through the left curves. Not too funny for a 74 year old heavy loaded bike, but to big amusement for me.<br /><br />Besides the normal broken spokes after the stint, it followed a big bonus. The prime Russian/Colombian/Paraguayan weld under the steering head gave in. How that bird-shit looking solid piece of weld could give in is hard to understand, but it did.<br /><br />Anyhow, to find a really good African welder (I only stick to the really good ones) working on boxing day didn´t prove too easy so I had to idle 50 kilometers before I could find one. But he did such a beautiful job so it will at least hold up to North Kenya. Now I´m only missing to get this particular weld job done in Australia, North America and Europe, then they all have gotten a shot to fix the same thing. All the king’s horses and men, couldn´t put Humpty back again…<br /><br /><br /><br />Tormod</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Endnu et stelbrud...</span></b></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Vejen op til Maweni består mest af hårnålesving. Og hvad sker der så? Selvfølgelig skal jeg tage den så hurtigt jeg kan, pine den stakkels pensionsmodne motorcykel så sidevognen letter i højresving og den skrider med bagenden når vejen drejer til venstre. Ikke så sjovt for en overlæsset dame på 74, men jeg har det skideskægt.</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Udover de sædvanlige knækkede eger efter sådan et stunt, er der denne gang bonus i form af endnu et stelbrud: Den fine russisk-colombianske-peruvianske svejsning under styrhovedet opgav ævred. Hvordan den enorme klump mågeklatter kunne knække er ikke til at fatte, men knækkede gjorde den.</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Nå, det viser sig at være svært at finde en god afrikansk svejser (jeg holder mig til kun at bruge de rigtig gode) her lillejuleaften, så jeg kører de næste 50 km i tomgang før en af slagsen dukker op. Han lavede til gengæld så fint et stykke arbejde at den nok vil holde helt op til det nordlige Kenya. Nu mangler jeg bare at få samme sted svejset i Australien, Nordamerika og Europa, så alle får chancen....</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><br /></p><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioDe2jNK7KvSx_9SxRW1T2UB912T_fJUmQsWdxCLsBqhMjq1tTDE3VVLugJcv0j1ihTHv8GkIHG-caOkSiO5nOIGhyhhAOWJlnV30_q4ZNopYKrXPCUPrvu1OfMtaaRLYzyhUOP6fAx-AN/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565944207238809474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioDe2jNK7KvSx_9SxRW1T2UB912T_fJUmQsWdxCLsBqhMjq1tTDE3VVLugJcv0j1ihTHv8GkIHG-caOkSiO5nOIGhyhhAOWJlnV30_q4ZNopYKrXPCUPrvu1OfMtaaRLYzyhUOP6fAx-AN/s400/1.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">This is the nice kind of curves to stress your frame and break spokes<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_KYDniS1FEFnIEbHESSo_LTKQdH_4DvMQSKxGrH3-OOQSWIGTtEXPLj1d-ffUU4lJ2Wx7BhDrurxqSq7DVQFIbqKuFkEz2dgafm_ya-YF-W80ryld6xGTmXZSkyOsqIKsfp62HRjiEABl/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565944204989823378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_KYDniS1FEFnIEbHESSo_LTKQdH_4DvMQSKxGrH3-OOQSWIGTtEXPLj1d-ffUU4lJ2Wx7BhDrurxqSq7DVQFIbqKuFkEz2dgafm_ya-YF-W80ryld6xGTmXZSkyOsqIKsfp62HRjiEABl/s400/2.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">Yes, finally again. Note there’s traces of previous welding jobs if you look carefully at the picture<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihiIzG5DEctgXLY2U5IPPnOjO7P3ho-19TsA7ZiCSMqbNTyGxWzhXWX9Ynr5541X_D5bCYRG2FCAioW7YGgi-9q9JKskIRdUSntixQ5IBJPddfpVQte6IsWnUQZOHysGHdFinzTP_mYe3g/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565944176825593266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihiIzG5DEctgXLY2U5IPPnOjO7P3ho-19TsA7ZiCSMqbNTyGxWzhXWX9Ynr5541X_D5bCYRG2FCAioW7YGgi-9q9JKskIRdUSntixQ5IBJPddfpVQte6IsWnUQZOHysGHdFinzTP_mYe3g/s400/3.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">A big crowd of competent advisors is required to the job well<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxnvQr_XBJwvL0qTjC2tfx__HfIIz6Q69lnUtVtMWuwCY-ZzMeRnUhGIxtB2TDet8R1uow7nd4TjC7tJwzeq2raTeyhs9JpdGPYTif78oLR6e7UO5h-qqfgHcpUOwa8_TBKFHd76FC7Ydl/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565944174830750514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxnvQr_XBJwvL0qTjC2tfx__HfIIz6Q69lnUtVtMWuwCY-ZzMeRnUhGIxtB2TDet8R1uow7nd4TjC7tJwzeq2raTeyhs9JpdGPYTif78oLR6e7UO5h-qqfgHcpUOwa8_TBKFHd76FC7Ydl/s400/4.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">And here we go. This repair will at least last up to North Kenya, another amazing job done! </p>Kingcroesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18253276679665897331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624002233343625556.post-64741221354323534792011-01-25T03:07:00.008+01:002011-01-31T23:56:44.743+01:00Christmas at Maweni Farm<div align="left">We were stuck in a small town north west of the Masai Steppes after dark. We could not move on, and had only US dollars which didn´t help too much. We were probably the first white men that the town had seen in hours.<br /><br />Then another white man appears with a girl, so we kindly ask them to change some currency with us. He turns out to be a Swedish documentary film maker living in Tanzania, and his girlfriend was Norwegian.<br /><br />Not only did they help us out with local money, they also invited us to his resort farm from the colony time for Christmas. We hit the Maweni Farm Lodge the next day and caught up with them. We planned to have just lunch there, or stay one night, but it was so lovely that we ended up 3 nights.<br /><br />A highly recommended place for some days for resting and getting refreshed. Very good food, beautiful surroundings and perfect climate. Good service and beds. I actually couldn´t find anything to complain about which troubled me a bit. Check it out at <a href="http://www.maweni.com/">www.maweni.com</a><br /></div><div align="left"><br />Tormod<br /><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Jul på Maweni Farm</span></span></b></div><div align="left"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Efter mørket faldt på var vi strandet i en lille by nordvest for Masaisteppen. Vi kunne ikke køre videre og havde kun amerikanske dollars, hvilket ikke var til megen hjælp. Vi var sandsynligvis de føraste hvide mænd de havde set i flere timer.</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Så dukker en anden hvid man op med en pige, og vi spørger venligt om de kan veksle noget valuta med os. Det viser sig at han er svensk dokumentarfilmmager, og hans kæreste er norsk.</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ikke bare hjælper de os med lokale mønt, men inviterer os op at tilbringe jul på hans gamle landsted fra kolonitiden. Vi når hen til Maweni farm næste dag, med planer om bare at blive der til frokost, eller en enkelt overnatning, men det er så hyggeligt at vi ender med at blive der hele tre nætter. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Et meget anbefalelsesværdigt sted for at komme lidt til hægterne: Rigtig god mad, smukke omgivelser og perfekt klima. God service og senge. Jeg var faktisk ude af stand til at finde noget at klage over, hvilket bekymrede mig lidt. Tjek det på www.maweni.com.</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><br /></p> </div><div align="left"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW3P_sfK8lEjOcwDj9jzeeDRMVBxDTig2POyYtc37k_KqirOmjwlloVU02S2BMqkUBepTN_-Zh0cqOmsc31HRnbqBj7Ol9Xx7ksN_Cn_zLdE7Q1ltegoZVw2zuDM6cy2P69irf5jcLG5N5/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565941511722389490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW3P_sfK8lEjOcwDj9jzeeDRMVBxDTig2POyYtc37k_KqirOmjwlloVU02S2BMqkUBepTN_-Zh0cqOmsc31HRnbqBj7Ol9Xx7ksN_Cn_zLdE7Q1ltegoZVw2zuDM6cy2P69irf5jcLG5N5/s400/1.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">The road up to Maweni farm<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKyIvHZ_izTCfUjf4sW4htzrkaTsVbbzCc0FKwtNS6rU1EnAbZyGtibuIQbXqtaueNkhnjbRzLKKnmJi_iosjIaA466kNXPx9A3oe5cdKhmArUuwlRJq2hb1bX0IzWvkv2b7wKzRpJ_DZG/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565941510485279090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKyIvHZ_izTCfUjf4sW4htzrkaTsVbbzCc0FKwtNS6rU1EnAbZyGtibuIQbXqtaueNkhnjbRzLKKnmJi_iosjIaA466kNXPx9A3oe5cdKhmArUuwlRJq2hb1bX0IzWvkv2b7wKzRpJ_DZG/s400/2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixJxsTN7MjD4IM_qv3xLcYUt4mP1NjKIreN3kOD6N1XxXtVXp02o7tK2_BinBn8jQqeoflBGkD9G5SF1Uh4g6xqIw8zQ57ZjT4bHpreD9IzsR6Lt4nww6eL6H9SQi6aAnVtI89JQgc-WnV/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565941498406649522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixJxsTN7MjD4IM_qv3xLcYUt4mP1NjKIreN3kOD6N1XxXtVXp02o7tK2_BinBn8jQqeoflBGkD9G5SF1Uh4g6xqIw8zQ57ZjT4bHpreD9IzsR6Lt4nww6eL6H9SQi6aAnVtI89JQgc-WnV/s400/3.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0twrP_395IWpX_znQ2sPxms_wwKHiiPEtafgX0T4LBdaFF3AXiVy2NCdxn9HnbYUGI1sXFMl88aXpN2vKOk9zHH2GAsnHZXNZ7eNMdPx3-CErAf-nEXlr_VwWruNRHkHdHswrYfHFnWHe/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565941482908359010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0twrP_395IWpX_znQ2sPxms_wwKHiiPEtafgX0T4LBdaFF3AXiVy2NCdxn9HnbYUGI1sXFMl88aXpN2vKOk9zHH2GAsnHZXNZ7eNMdPx3-CErAf-nEXlr_VwWruNRHkHdHswrYfHFnWHe/s400/4.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirwnXaNKXA0ZSu9FtU3ig28RpqDux5M7owIIz4CrtP0ZGiOxjO4vNCQKj97_QqJb24XNmlNdAvFlfDNwh-5wST8rkg9zHvgw1RMpoDlyZlIpmjkgKRm9BA6IzwXoqzsqmVUf-_MvkzFKKH/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565941219926718306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirwnXaNKXA0ZSu9FtU3ig28RpqDux5M7owIIz4CrtP0ZGiOxjO4vNCQKj97_QqJb24XNmlNdAvFlfDNwh-5wST8rkg9zHvgw1RMpoDlyZlIpmjkgKRm9BA6IzwXoqzsqmVUf-_MvkzFKKH/s400/5.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">Maweni Farm´s luxury tents with attached bathrooms and good beds, more luxurious than most other places i´ve stayed the last few months<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMcTS02wXXiCBw-hm9TzKhTuT-x7VzsKzbSHD2SMCBbqnvGhHGFRwLvx0nqkq4FwOWMjk08c9fI59hR0TngdAQESiGY_GLczYedZFKN6h3K34lgsaCxEdHE4PUPPy2SK6rAFuVyQVKu3tE/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565941215957191922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMcTS02wXXiCBw-hm9TzKhTuT-x7VzsKzbSHD2SMCBbqnvGhHGFRwLvx0nqkq4FwOWMjk08c9fI59hR0TngdAQESiGY_GLczYedZFKN6h3K34lgsaCxEdHE4PUPPy2SK6rAFuVyQVKu3tE/s400/6.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">Lars´girlfriend Linda, from Tronheim in Norway<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilb9U7E0mQ9ErxdSIOMamErkvN-V6DA5368fx-oYZcJdvkPDzw30aple9Jcqgu_Vk7-FyzOPuW-kdzBN4TYjTUoQvjNEQJzu1aB6_t-zxhINxrXluvwv_LpXvwJTqRPraS4ZOpc74wnfz1/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565941201520029266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilb9U7E0mQ9ErxdSIOMamErkvN-V6DA5368fx-oYZcJdvkPDzw30aple9Jcqgu_Vk7-FyzOPuW-kdzBN4TYjTUoQvjNEQJzu1aB6_t-zxhINxrXluvwv_LpXvwJTqRPraS4ZOpc74wnfz1/s400/7.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKAuUXqTOHzoylj5w34ffCTMMiDQ-nnUVNSvPaWvcz7BIbCAAVMaDoZFAJ485S4wd0JAJHjuDrkvr7GVQXWxcdx6OLLdNxvwLqiRz3bIwq1V-aXDqWkxe0d87aj-xA1lfnMqHLMDClZ7na/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565940789927617618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU0KPAQcKBg8ICujli7DaBapa6u08UoN1bvdrCu_ho328mJfevZeqxS6tyi0qakY6dBq5dJk8MlFhPgl1H6F1htqemTXb6oliDCIZ3_Qy8oX2PCm-MJ5wEbHzcoKEHxoNJGRivrOV7icRU/s400/10.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijGEgP23A84ZrBQANXp0TX0ktYqyGgFe2s8DSl2ZyYcAza_bqeJHRfQ7aiY_ehAKXKdGlo0SX2Ij4PtTrJN1teCcNhH1nUQi_njD4k21iNq6d7o84VPpEhgh4qvEHk4YANjBLQaml_MCOi/s1600/11.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565940785263205778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijGEgP23A84ZrBQANXp0TX0ktYqyGgFe2s8DSl2ZyYcAza_bqeJHRfQ7aiY_ehAKXKdGlo0SX2Ij4PtTrJN1teCcNhH1nUQi_njD4k21iNq6d7o84VPpEhgh4qvEHk4YANjBLQaml_MCOi/s400/11.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF3MIMpSDhrSJHrLMPA6ct94-MvAs7_uPBqfbxhykedN1CaMD80BK23bKNkmp-WNZZ03WCJpwYl02JnYapVu-L9Jvx-7bh1J9ECjDweXMrXsqNbOpIVuMW8LP8zJVk0ZMN7Z5izEY0k5Mv/s1600/12.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565940781045770306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF3MIMpSDhrSJHrLMPA6ct94-MvAs7_uPBqfbxhykedN1CaMD80BK23bKNkmp-WNZZ03WCJpwYl02JnYapVu-L9Jvx-7bh1J9ECjDweXMrXsqNbOpIVuMW8LP8zJVk0ZMN7Z5izEY0k5Mv/s400/12.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">Lars, the owner of the place and documentary film maker. He´s currently working on a very interesting project in Nigeria, check the teaser at youtube: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fd4EgZnWujY">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fd4EgZnWujY</a><br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaP1XGigoL4tXmZx4S0pEq801zBirXYyY8TAa8S2L9hcnCV_c8q2DT-y2OAiyhKcVgM_SHC1jcVlqcnfXfAY2c6Yb7YefQkE_lySav-jWWsxz7vaobCYrXSVz9PIgGybhhIrJ-CgPAM0_5/s1600/13.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565940778295200274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaP1XGigoL4tXmZx4S0pEq801zBirXYyY8TAa8S2L9hcnCV_c8q2DT-y2OAiyhKcVgM_SHC1jcVlqcnfXfAY2c6Yb7YefQkE_lySav-jWWsxz7vaobCYrXSVz9PIgGybhhIrJ-CgPAM0_5/s400/13.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWJaCrN9jq7BXwyyfLv7MmYMAPjkzXx3kBK4yTu-S-tBPLV0KWZGMRw-opNHnyXXF8DNFBB5By10BVf7B1GNJIHdQEB5nqWz6ht2YRCNEznG1hnLyezhTNdPbE-lEWBej_FFpZHxSDBGRZ/s1600/14.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565940761875633298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWJaCrN9jq7BXwyyfLv7MmYMAPjkzXx3kBK4yTu-S-tBPLV0KWZGMRw-opNHnyXXF8DNFBB5By10BVf7B1GNJIHdQEB5nqWz6ht2YRCNEznG1hnLyezhTNdPbE-lEWBej_FFpZHxSDBGRZ/s400/14.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">Christmas time means Wehrmacht Loff (Marzipan bread) and Akvavit<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheSLAyXwtY_TKbsjWiWmSBrZvNgz6h2jHvNp2go5OaEuXlcZqeYs4rEqAMmL-3XoaiiCvmscTz2DizG5303aXfxHumD_fqtUMCiAz15VhMy4nI0W1rEBUenJStdEbwyE6P9e1lhvOyW_iQ/s1600/15.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565940520892592354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheSLAyXwtY_TKbsjWiWmSBrZvNgz6h2jHvNp2go5OaEuXlcZqeYs4rEqAMmL-3XoaiiCvmscTz2DizG5303aXfxHumD_fqtUMCiAz15VhMy4nI0W1rEBUenJStdEbwyE6P9e1lhvOyW_iQ/s400/15.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">When the Akvavit is finished, then Christmas is over<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCrkZYDG9VW75CTmNkwV-6PXhU6DUDizRNVaa7Fbmt1aYICLSWpeJAjuHz8HTP6IJ2OnyWli8IyI34DJARN9x5T4PhczUIM8lmcupvGnpuTMr-z6wgVwHzYvn0qvWPxdPmVTZ4_ENZE0zl/s1600/16.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565939962939703474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJfsI7Tg2FWojzgVZ3qVAdfh-xyN-fzVuZwosKxAxoZyj98_4v3y5ShJdjxRb25D0esTb9PCKXdHmmgzuaF_d_caWl1eMXe44xPq9hVZtGtEuQw0IHCPOTWyRqD31y4X17vxWZVDzUPk4o/s400/24.jpg" /></a>Kingcroesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18253276679665897331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624002233343625556.post-2192273892282416402011-01-25T02:59:00.005+01:002011-01-31T23:53:56.882+01:00Tanzania<div align="left">Tanzania has been a tourist destination for quite a long time, and for most westerners’ it´s probably the first country they´d associate with Africa. The most remarkable thing you notice is the speed bumps, which they must have been in Mexico to study. Tanzania probably even beats Mexico in terrible speed bumps. It´s indeed world class, and totally unpredictable how fast you can go over them.<br /><br />Second, the frequency of accidents is also by far the best I´ve seen in Africa so far. What makes it even better is that you see wrecks so damaged that they look like they´ve fallen from the moon, on places where the only likely way to make an accident is to actually fall down from the moon.<br /><br />If you want real African accident safari, then Tanzania is highly recommended.<br /><br /><br />Tormod</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Tanzania har længe været et turistland, og for de fleste vesterlændinge er det nok de første land de forbinder med Afrika. Det mest bemærkelsesværdige man bemærker er fartbumpene, som de må have været i Mexiko for at studere nærmere. Her må selv Mexico se sig slået af Tanzania. De er i verdensklasse, og det er aldeles umuligt at regne ud hvor stærkt man kan køre over dem. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Og så er der ulykkesfrekvensen, der er den bedste jeg indtil nu har set her på kontinentet. Hvad der er endu bedre, er bilvragene der ser så ødelagte at man skulle tro de var faldet fra Månen, på steder hvor det kun synes muligt at lave ulykker hvis de rent faktisk var faldet ned fra Månen. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Vil du på en ægte afrikansk ulykkes-safari, kan Tanzania varmt anbefaldes.</span></span></span></p><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDCZWn1l6bhXtnO_PfiOzccw88iwObrY6OKeHFdJF2bh-UImh2VLgV5PTTmddnRTuXIWu4mbtFEGrYyYMqiGDxAbjfScCG2YhGbc9OPX1XavrkFpKBqfRRjtFX0W0znEJBhkFji_oVO21g/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565938319187903746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDCZWn1l6bhXtnO_PfiOzccw88iwObrY6OKeHFdJF2bh-UImh2VLgV5PTTmddnRTuXIWu4mbtFEGrYyYMqiGDxAbjfScCG2YhGbc9OPX1XavrkFpKBqfRRjtFX0W0znEJBhkFji_oVO21g/s400/1.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">A nice Flemmish dude we met at the border<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj3UlKixGUk4TcfAfnDxV2VY-Bp0bwDaejh2hgsq_37LyaeTCqNzZMayjMfhGf62TROOmUBt_Wa5RMRXACf3EvrW6Dmiuvsh0J-1xsXP1WaSLAgi1xILLyoYwJ3o1fEcNke6q0pw17Cmn_/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565938303223339410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj3UlKixGUk4TcfAfnDxV2VY-Bp0bwDaejh2hgsq_37LyaeTCqNzZMayjMfhGf62TROOmUBt_Wa5RMRXACf3EvrW6Dmiuvsh0J-1xsXP1WaSLAgi1xILLyoYwJ3o1fEcNke6q0pw17Cmn_/s400/2.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">This guy is nothing less than our first encounter with the civilian population, and such an intriguing character! He had obviously started with a suit with west, that had undergone several modifications. Notice that he has made shorts out of the trouser, then he has sewed the front of the west straight onto the white shirt. Pragmatic, and very stylish. And the best of all: Now he can even wear sandals with the suit without looking funny! We met him at this restaurant/pub where we ate, and he was here having a few beers and preaching God´s good word as he put it himself. It should have been more people around<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtuPme1dUi9AU8gcBQ5uRCKgaYpjlCnsiOunwHy-U0UvmeFYj49uoKtYfDJz9ry9E7sxzsFv0w41Hzt2UCU3wd6PF0-PtuErUIAYvP7X7hAfo7300PVIOO-yv1iU5MVKNGgf-Bg4DXMB9N/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565938304282186050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtuPme1dUi9AU8gcBQ5uRCKgaYpjlCnsiOunwHy-U0UvmeFYj49uoKtYfDJz9ry9E7sxzsFv0w41Hzt2UCU3wd6PF0-PtuErUIAYvP7X7hAfo7300PVIOO-yv1iU5MVKNGgf-Bg4DXMB9N/s400/3.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">Klaus, Norwegian guy I met that travels the world on an old Danish motorcycle with sidecar. Nice guy, but what makes people want to travel with that kind of outfit is beyond my understanding<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU3kz-EjxB-xyyExOj1PrN8WhyUTo2CD3Jig2PAWWbGBJcjf2Ps3t5K_uJ03yxQXZhGcNEOfYN-xZd1jyRfLIAVvHWmeA83VHL60Cy8HuYxVY1wETQqv2PnE9WKdAKQ5Ws9G7dCE7M7sHg/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565938292101162498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU3kz-EjxB-xyyExOj1PrN8WhyUTo2CD3Jig2PAWWbGBJcjf2Ps3t5K_uJ03yxQXZhGcNEOfYN-xZd1jyRfLIAVvHWmeA83VHL60Cy8HuYxVY1wETQqv2PnE9WKdAKQ5Ws9G7dCE7M7sHg/s400/4.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">Hun her ville selge hoena si, men jeg sa hun fikk heller forsoeke seg I Ghana<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivOlvCAV2FL0DU5pPoVoKcJ_Np1stJdk89VzjYozsuQ6dUKEuFe7TZ75zdB77wrao6ZY5uZfliD21AukHV9jqsYvGg7Y-0tYg9uNh9hSIN0W5K9ybmeSz2asNt6wsz8rznrEIUXlXwwHZR/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565938283062852130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivOlvCAV2FL0DU5pPoVoKcJ_Np1stJdk89VzjYozsuQ6dUKEuFe7TZ75zdB77wrao6ZY5uZfliD21AukHV9jqsYvGg7Y-0tYg9uNh9hSIN0W5K9ybmeSz2asNt6wsz8rznrEIUXlXwwHZR/s400/5.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">The famous and luxurious Thailand Hotel and Bar<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGUtphkJ30FihmsPxEk7hu2hAuntzrssNKp-wAPi7O-CI86DXykLO8uWufFe2KPdxrDeUVj1-o6USrcKfnqj6dhHZe4_GDqzOs6dddU3Eh4lZFhDYqmg4xsgIPWWQF9Utwek8bIT3QflqK/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565937871960041746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGUtphkJ30FihmsPxEk7hu2hAuntzrssNKp-wAPi7O-CI86DXykLO8uWufFe2KPdxrDeUVj1-o6USrcKfnqj6dhHZe4_GDqzOs6dddU3Eh4lZFhDYqmg4xsgIPWWQF9Utwek8bIT3QflqK/s400/6.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">This lot was empty when Klaus stopped to repair his bike. 4 minutes later this picture was taken. You get quite bad consciousness when you stop like this, because you know they will stand and watch you until you leave, and they will get delayed for school and work, all because of you<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX1dnFN7tKTPGjRz0KDdgEnQ7_QDL2MtVUrDRmny6qgax0_5MUwNPmnft9t79j5M6icUnJVQ4uzOUvp8Irx8fFKWC-ccW4uhgBNJIDjKbBdjMmjFoKNLUUysTQB6wE-WO8jL-LS6FW25c3/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565937869849456098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX1dnFN7tKTPGjRz0KDdgEnQ7_QDL2MtVUrDRmny6qgax0_5MUwNPmnft9t79j5M6icUnJVQ4uzOUvp8Irx8fFKWC-ccW4uhgBNJIDjKbBdjMmjFoKNLUUysTQB6wE-WO8jL-LS6FW25c3/s400/7.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">Traffic accidents are very popular in Tanzania. Here you can see the boys are already busy saving the tomatoes, the driver was not much left of, but the tomatoes were still savable. This is from a very steep mountain pass, and 3 hairpins down the road I met a truck overtaking another one in a blind curve. I managed to throw my bike over the 20 cm concrete edge of the road (and luckily it was just a cliff at this curve) and then the overtaking truck touched my sidecar wheel. In this cases it´s not too funny to have the<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ORb68JjzSP3jtwnaNo3KFujzbIIWlRKXODP1l_5n7Xvs7qOavbwNQ-3goqmKCzeyUp7CBuCoBnptuFD8DmjKbIyOtH7r76U2Elpl5eBoemBal6Azmw7phaohyTm-q5cEhkuZExej4-QD/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565937863080627970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ORb68JjzSP3jtwnaNo3KFujzbIIWlRKXODP1l_5n7Xvs7qOavbwNQ-3goqmKCzeyUp7CBuCoBnptuFD8DmjKbIyOtH7r76U2Elpl5eBoemBal6Azmw7phaohyTm-q5cEhkuZExej4-QD/s400/8.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglLbd2oPxJ6eEMt2PEQvUeL-18D1W3vbyoYqOCxp7O4bk9MFghCQ4JRI8190zsmSL9R4-d87phOQy3QtmVPPIOczHvvjonVPeSbWI0TnUtNEFq4VZ_WL4vfkDWzgnB6E8W_0Hqt19qEDA5/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565937834245811074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglLbd2oPxJ6eEMt2PEQvUeL-18D1W3vbyoYqOCxp7O4bk9MFghCQ4JRI8190zsmSL9R4-d87phOQy3QtmVPPIOczHvvjonVPeSbWI0TnUtNEFq4VZ_WL4vfkDWzgnB6E8W_0Hqt19qEDA5/s400/9.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRrGhiA3CLAEWUydavO-ekYnZXaG_vDoh36kbILuMdnf6LOJiGViGqv51xi_5PV0_9YE7D5Vp87_IjvDTgNfWOaid800vXzI80Yt-AlV2k55xL8s4Qr9QgB-pgUi4sOCbJdWOvOOHHxqQY/s1600/10.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565937824439653682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRrGhiA3CLAEWUydavO-ekYnZXaG_vDoh36kbILuMdnf6LOJiGViGqv51xi_5PV0_9YE7D5Vp87_IjvDTgNfWOaid800vXzI80Yt-AlV2k55xL8s4Qr9QgB-pgUi4sOCbJdWOvOOHHxqQY/s400/10.jpg" /></a>Kingcroesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18253276679665897331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624002233343625556.post-88312042418128209502011-01-18T08:20:00.006+01:002011-01-20T00:35:21.573+01:00MalawiThere’s not so much for me to say about Malawi as we just blasted through. What was remarkable was that it´s one of the poorest countries in the world, and despite this it was no corruption at the border, it was free to get in, no problems with the police and the people was incredibly relaxed and friendly.<br /><br />Also, the road is good, and the nature is beautiful. They seems to utilize the land for farming more than the other countries we been to, and the Lake Malawi is spectacular. We also saw Lake Flies, but we actually thought it was smoke from a burning ship. It was just a black cloud, and these small flies exist only here and lives for only 48 hours.<br /><br />Well, so to summarize, if you want real Africa, in a pleasant way, Malawi would be a good choice.<br /><br /><br />T<div><br /></div><div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Der er ikke så meget at sige om Malawi, for vi drønede bare igennem. Det var dog bemærkelsesværdigt, at trods at det er et af kontinentets fattigste lande, var der ingen korruption ved grænsen, det kostede ikke noget at komme ind, der var ingen problemer med politiet og folk var aldeles venlige og afslappede.</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Tilmed var vejen god og naturen smuk. De synes at bruge mere af landet til landbrug end de andre lande vi har besøgt. Og Malavi-søen er spektakulær. Vi så også noget vi troede var røg fra et brændende skib, men det var blot en sort sky af små fluer, som kun lever her, og kun i 48 timer.</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Så for at summere det op, hvis du vil opleve det rigtige Afrika, men på behageligste vis, så er Malawi stedet. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">T</span></span></span></p><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrEbTY4tY7EzIGejnwI64Xq8yiQxXBAaNluIvCVAfUZC0kZlEl9VnAP2N9SYxK_fC9pCj84x89vr9ZagbDWwK81sl3EVrt-qnEAoGsEV0LlEb7ILZb162KvVET_j2IcbLfVFDmu_SF1mkm/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563423251830407394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrEbTY4tY7EzIGejnwI64Xq8yiQxXBAaNluIvCVAfUZC0kZlEl9VnAP2N9SYxK_fC9pCj84x89vr9ZagbDWwK81sl3EVrt-qnEAoGsEV0LlEb7ILZb162KvVET_j2IcbLfVFDmu_SF1mkm/s400/1.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">We had to buy insurance in Malawi, and that was the only thing the police checked along the road. However, they checked it many times. I would be very surprised if there is no connection between the insurance companies and the traffic police.</p><p align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Vi måtte tegne forsikring i Malawi, og det var det eneste politiet tjekkede undervejs. Det tjekkede de til gengæld ret ofte. jeg skulle undre mig meget om der ikke var en-eller-anden forbindelse med politi og forsikringsindustri. </span></p><p align="center"><br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik_QCOhU-mX7cRb2LzB4m-BIkdBus74gqzfi7y0_dKHs1EBeoAXWWduZN0Lr3-SWGVUlx_M8e_bcoiFPIP_IcdXQB1SeFjPKmIJH3MRvSbN1PABQNetG-sbi5CbKmNzoT78R9A_2WzMve4/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563422689688111202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik_QCOhU-mX7cRb2LzB4m-BIkdBus74gqzfi7y0_dKHs1EBeoAXWWduZN0Lr3-SWGVUlx_M8e_bcoiFPIP_IcdXQB1SeFjPKmIJH3MRvSbN1PABQNetG-sbi5CbKmNzoT78R9A_2WzMve4/s400/2.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">Nimbus at Senga Bay, Lake Malawi<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilmM4euFAR4deiQjdoBsponJVckHGcJsJfUpxgsZJJvn_YekFYD0gDwgiwmtD9il4kW8hn49eSehh89BfnfkJujtiZmcWTtV4CFNAYcWi6BLGv8B6Ip_HhmZtVAK5kzgKrKnLNvS8Spb0L/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563422680922393794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilmM4euFAR4deiQjdoBsponJVckHGcJsJfUpxgsZJJvn_YekFYD0gDwgiwmtD9il4kW8hn49eSehh89BfnfkJujtiZmcWTtV4CFNAYcWi6BLGv8B6Ip_HhmZtVAK5kzgKrKnLNvS8Spb0L/s400/3.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">Sugar cane loading, didn´t matter if they blocked the road for an hour or so. Time is cheap in Africa, despite short life expectancy.</p><p align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Læsning af sukkerrør. Det syntes ikke at gøre noget de blokerede vejen omkring en time. Tid er billig i Afrika, trods kort forventet levealder. </span><br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiCd9oM3l6XuQlcAmp_w7vbMhXZh9bnl3uibhk2-sTqauG6NA76dw9TRxlZss8lMO-kc-ZFeP3FEqjijSq6GbFPA5u0p1diCXpq7_Zrem3C5xbs8STpORCYNGRa383f4Pwwp5j0EXi_Kw9/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563422681072154994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiCd9oM3l6XuQlcAmp_w7vbMhXZh9bnl3uibhk2-sTqauG6NA76dw9TRxlZss8lMO-kc-ZFeP3FEqjijSq6GbFPA5u0p1diCXpq7_Zrem3C5xbs8STpORCYNGRa383f4Pwwp5j0EXi_Kw9/s400/4.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">Camping Nkunda Bay or something, north Lake Malawi<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR5FYOg9x9hWveRKrws0ZKn7iME0GOEZFR3xlCHAYjQa-W4BhK8o44qh1h1NnHXMpzbryOFOsEPh2fL3drVv8EHcQACneGNSD50je1CLcs4e2wYuUK__LHhn2kebLwrk5uDftnWHmuWo5-/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563422676868079794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR5FYOg9x9hWveRKrws0ZKn7iME0GOEZFR3xlCHAYjQa-W4BhK8o44qh1h1NnHXMpzbryOFOsEPh2fL3drVv8EHcQACneGNSD50je1CLcs4e2wYuUK__LHhn2kebLwrk5uDftnWHmuWo5-/s400/5.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">Martine and Bram from the Netherlands. Good people, and probably very patient as they travel with a Land Rover.</p><p align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Martine & Bram fra Holland. Gode mennesker, og sandsynligvis ret tålmodige, siden de rejste i en Land Rover.</span><br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGKq77I3_8snfED9B_5Yh2JonLOQYlU5fhS9bXKjENSDBgUrAOSE9SS67Sav7sUaORAxX3KR0ZR2C3V9nBRL4bSz7_JuR2Mkxc4WH0_FoAe8scqENwYymhhawy3ljyo9-HZ0FEdvoZKZ_1/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563422673055684178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGKq77I3_8snfED9B_5Yh2JonLOQYlU5fhS9bXKjENSDBgUrAOSE9SS67Sav7sUaORAxX3KR0ZR2C3V9nBRL4bSz7_JuR2Mkxc4WH0_FoAe8scqENwYymhhawy3ljyo9-HZ0FEdvoZKZ_1/s400/6.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">Lazy Boyz, the Buell dealer in Oslo sent with me some Christmas cards and calendars for distributing in Africa. Despite the recession in the industry they have not even seen a slight decrease in their export to Africa. The guys loved the calendars and Christmas cards, so maybe it comes an order from Malawi soon.</p><p align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">'Lazy Boyz', Buell forhandleren i Oslo, sendte mig nogle julekort og kalendere, til uddeling i Afrika. Trods finanskrisen har de ikke oplevet nogen nedgang i deres eksport til Afrika. Fyene her var vilde med tingene, så hvem ved, måske der snart kommer en bestilling fra Malawi.</span></p></div>Kingcroesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18253276679665897331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624002233343625556.post-6328757372425556372011-01-18T07:50:00.011+01:002011-01-20T00:45:54.940+01:00Zambia, the real Africa begins<div align="left">Botswana shouldn´t have been in Africa, it´s not enough corruption and chaos. Good thing though that when you cross the Zambezi river you get into the real Africa in Zambia. They know much more about running an African country here.<br />In fact, it starts already when you leave the shoreline and roll into the ferry. The ferry is a beautiful piece of African engineering, and they got totally three ferries of which one sometimes work.<br /><br />When we cross over one works a little, so we has to wait just a few hours. We bypass the entire queue, which is a couple of kilometers long, with mostly trucks. Obviously it will take some time for those poor fellas, the ferry takes one truck at the time.<br /><br />Everybody just wrestles their way into the ferry, including the pedestrians and our self. The result is that the ferry get stuffed by only half of what it could carry, but in return it is a fantastic disorder. The ferry uses 15 minutes, and cost 20 dollars for a passenger car. Quite a good business considering the ferry was written off some time back in the sixties.<br /><br />It doesn´t lack drugged down clowns that will “guide” you through the customs. We fight them off, and concentrate on getting looted by the authorities. The visa has went up from 25 to 50 USD, and we need insurance, pay the police a levy, pay the road authorities tax, and finally a carbon tax, that goes straight to saving the environment without a cent getting lost on the way.<br /><br />All this is more than expected, but we get to borrow some money from a very nice dude from South Africa, Johan. Without his help we´d have to get me in first, then drive 70 kilometers to the nearest ATM and then release Klaus. Good there is some people in the world that is full of trust and will to help out fellow travelers. </div><div align="left"><br />Roads are good and we stay over in Livingstone at the Victoria Falls before pushing on to Lusaka. We need to get our self to town before darkness as we had an appointment there with Ginty, a old school motorcycle racer and enthusiast.<br /><br />Not a problem, until Klaus get a flat tyre. With the delay we´re 30 kilometers away from Lusaka when it´s pitch black. Time to abandon the rule about not driving in the darkness, which comes at a certain cost. The road gets worse, with some heavy duty pot holes, lack of vision due to dust and heavy diesel smoke. To stay alive you need all your skills, and top it up with good luck.<br /><br />You sit and focus on the road a very few meters ahead, and every time you notice a pot hole you got a fraction of a second to look over your shoulder, check if you got free space and throw the bike in one or another direction to avoid getting thrown over the handlebars and into eternity.<br /><br />All goes well until we got a kilometer left. I just avoid a pothole, and look back just to see Klaus falls down in it. The bike makes a big jump and comes to stop. Turning around I learn that Klaus was able to keep himself in the saddle, the front end was ok but the rim on the rear wheel was gone.<br /><br />Ginty comes out and saves us with a trailer, so all in all it is good luck. No injuries on the rider, close to help and a new rim. Could have been a lot worse with a 20 cm deep pot hole that trapped 5 cars the half hour we were at the crime scene.<br />The planned night in Lusaka becomes two, but it´s utilized well with rebuilding the wheel and socializing with Ginty, his wife Kate and other friends. Big thanks to Ginty, Kate and the others we met in Lusaka!<br /><br /><br />Tormod</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span style="font-size: 28pt;font-size:6;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Zambia – det rigtige Afrika begynder</span></b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Botswana burde ikke ligge i Afrika, for der er alt for lidt korruption og kaos. Men det er udmærket, for først når du har krydset Zambezi-floden havner du i det rigtige Afrika: Zambia. De ved meget mere om hvordan man klarer den slags. Det starter faktisk allerede når man border færgen, som er et smukt stykke afrikansk ingeniørarbejde; de har tre færger, hvoraf én af og til virker. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">På denne side af floden går det ikke så stærkt, så vi må vente et par timer. Vi kører forbi en kilometerlang kø, der mest består af lastbiler. De stakler kommer tydeligvis til at vente nogle timer, for færgen har kun plads til én lastbil ad gangen.</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Alle mokker sig bare ned på færgen, inklusive fodgængere og vi selv. Resultatet er at der kun kommer halvt så mange med som der er plads til, men til gengæld er her et pragtfult rod. Turen tager et kvarter, og billetten koster 15 US$ for en bil. Fin forretning, når man tager i betragtning at færgen var afskrevet en gang tilbage i tresserne.</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Der mangler heller ikke stenede fjolser der vil 'guide' dig gennem tolden. Vi fejer dem af, og koncentrerer os om at blive plyndret af myndighederne i stedet. Prisen på et visa fordobles hurtigt til 50 US$, og der skal købes forsikring, politiet vil have deres andel til kaffekassen, vejskat opkræves også og til slut er der en CO2-afgift som går direkte til at redde miljøet, uden at der går en cent tabt undervejs.</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Det er meget mere end vi havde regnet med, men vi får lov at låne penge af Johan fra Sydafrika. Uden hans hjælp havde vi måtte sende mig afsted alene 70 km til den nærmeste kontantautomat, og derefter tilbage for at købe Klaus fri. Godt der er nogen i denne verden som er tilidsfulde og som vil hjælpe andre rejsende. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Vejene er gode og vi overnatter i Livingstone ved Victoria-vanfaldene før det går videre mod Lusaka. Vi skal være der inden solen går ned, for vi har en aftale dér med Ginty, en veteran-mc racer og entusiast. Intet problem, i hvert fald ikke før Klaus punkterer. Med den forsinkelse er det bælgravende mørkt da vi er 30 km fra byen. Så er det tid at droppe reglen om ikke at køre i mørke, hvilket har sin pris. Vejen bliver dårligere, med nogle slemme huller, og det er svært at se pga. dieselrøg og støv. Dit liv afhænger af at du bruger alle dine færdigheder, samt en god portion held.</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Du sidder og fokuserer på vejen bare et par meter frem, og hver gang du ser et hul har du en brøkdel af et sekund til at kigge over skulderen og tjekke at der er fri bane, og derefter kaste maskinen i den ene eller anden retning, for ikke at ryge over styret og ind i evigheden.</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Det går fint indtil der bare er en kilometer tilbage. Jeg undgår et hul, og ser tilbage netop som Klaus ryger i det. Motorcyklen laver et ordentligt hop og standser så. Jeg kører tilbage for at konstatere at Klaus formåede at blive i sadlen, at forhjulet er ok, men at baghjulet er færdigt.</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ginty møder op og redder os med en trailer, så dér er vi i det mindste heldige. Ingen skader på køreren, tæt på hjælpen og vi har en ekstra fælg. Det kunne have været meget værre, for det 20 cm dybe hul fangede fem biler i den halve time vi var på gerningsstedet. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Den planlagte overnatning i Lusaka bliver til to, med bruges fornuftigt med at genopbygge baghjulet og hænge ud med Ginty, hans kone Kate og nogle andre venner. Tusind tak til Ginty, Kate og de andre vi mødte i Lusaka!</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Tormod</span></span></span></p><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtFCoNEvAbJq1b1DcFM74bJINZJiQCMSx5akM2Lg9JXmBeDHsfc_9fABTYx-v1bVAhVDCmyuPNztRaV_Ue4bthkyLnrLHMCqSYxPGUO-89a5HPCmBCqC0CeHhMsNDSxTiu5OEThlQNF0wi/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563419948623977378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtFCoNEvAbJq1b1DcFM74bJINZJiQCMSx5akM2Lg9JXmBeDHsfc_9fABTYx-v1bVAhVDCmyuPNztRaV_Ue4bthkyLnrLHMCqSYxPGUO-89a5HPCmBCqC0CeHhMsNDSxTiu5OEThlQNF0wi/s400/1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWV0DUmob21h5B76k7iuPeJpPrgLL-UxrgGq25uHn4k7N2b4g_1jR22oDON7a0EYNJhcgWpCUJFIwfSVHdNt4gbU0_VXq1-nZKVoz8hnhc0Y0iM39oARq4BGoUD1sPd7-E0BB76VBrBmZ6/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563418706019554578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOmynT-zDb78nuQwhaq6czqRdWurweMuQcOdEWnICL5MwdObyDLUKYTdMT3iC0zgiqK_G34v0rtfXxNxwPuW-TLRbE5bkV2j_Ovtp-ogdoB1TmHpyFNB00GXDBH3ncz1s6LGWfkITUZbta/s400/6.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">Victoria Falls<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL0LUNRF6l0dKmxQyOEQ3HCFB5UiEue5X_fun7EaNXOghlZ-IMrLAks-WChRorGWgvLC0947-QbA0MpoLTqHHDC3bgyFXa7mpHxSTD0saNPI6YWpf384XHkYFfUZ-2CxWgQq-WXhuDv9DT/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563418703722490178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL0LUNRF6l0dKmxQyOEQ3HCFB5UiEue5X_fun7EaNXOghlZ-IMrLAks-WChRorGWgvLC0947-QbA0MpoLTqHHDC3bgyFXa7mpHxSTD0saNPI6YWpf384XHkYFfUZ-2CxWgQq-WXhuDv9DT/s400/7.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDJ99wScco8hciLoAzItd6jndOHk6TXxha7mZOIiYbiRgST5l3NMqQGOXJ4v3sOs6FcgTkPSxeoN7hGno9k_DpHuDSTD3zTNsXlWLaP6g4nm7eHPCUb3UDeZOZq0YbXad8iGl9hhjKmSpP/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563418704416188130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDJ99wScco8hciLoAzItd6jndOHk6TXxha7mZOIiYbiRgST5l3NMqQGOXJ4v3sOs6FcgTkPSxeoN7hGno9k_DpHuDSTD3zTNsXlWLaP6g4nm7eHPCUb3UDeZOZq0YbXad8iGl9hhjKmSpP/s400/8.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFw0hPVE_OmYpUzd6zWP8UcRzLNQ8YhyjNwHsNGJ6Ij3tYldhjNsOnsSxLy3oO1XCNq3Mqs2zN4SxFYErZ77JhlaaBbFxkQ27CrW82-57M-h-IE8Mjl-iIbim_gF2n-7rhvKQsp9lVUza_/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563417805384386818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFw0hPVE_OmYpUzd6zWP8UcRzLNQ8YhyjNwHsNGJ6Ij3tYldhjNsOnsSxLy3oO1XCNq3Mqs2zN4SxFYErZ77JhlaaBbFxkQ27CrW82-57M-h-IE8Mjl-iIbim_gF2n-7rhvKQsp9lVUza_/s400/9.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">Kobil is just like Mobil, only different and much much better.<br /><br /></p><p align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Kobil er ligesom Mobil, bare meget, meget bedre.</span><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibyZ_tPjZgVp7-7hJvbnFZEyat7D2hBt_vgdBZ2GsukIuHe2IQUr7JIIdflEWQ_CwsalpUog-dPZB7m9LY16OuB831kQ-l7ouBbD5VZDDLks4N2HV5bToSUzbEMMR6WNEdGJFIqoch8LR2/s1600/10.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563416429425212850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibyZ_tPjZgVp7-7hJvbnFZEyat7D2hBt_vgdBZ2GsukIuHe2IQUr7JIIdflEWQ_CwsalpUog-dPZB7m9LY16OuB831kQ-l7ouBbD5VZDDLks4N2HV5bToSUzbEMMR6WNEdGJFIqoch8LR2/s400/10.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">“….wishes you a good drive in Jesus name” says the sign. While the devil is out to steal souls, Jesus was out to steal rims that day.</p><p align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">"....øsnker dig god rejse i Jesu navn" sagde skiltet. Mens Satan var ude at stjæle sjæle den dag, var Jesus ude at stjæle fælge.</span><br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTG1x2Q3p02HZrPfbNj2uZ8fFcq0LdtSZ03LWh5kzDrY3LiyPwYBjapI5H38Bb7kUf-rX37fVHHZV0VLfkL_FiszeoRcMh4Ykx_D2HvgbbZEICCSwhnw8LzJNnxIQQP4CJk2M_2uqOyAoG/s1600/11.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563416429216865730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTG1x2Q3p02HZrPfbNj2uZ8fFcq0LdtSZ03LWh5kzDrY3LiyPwYBjapI5H38Bb7kUf-rX37fVHHZV0VLfkL_FiszeoRcMh4Ykx_D2HvgbbZEICCSwhnw8LzJNnxIQQP4CJk2M_2uqOyAoG/s400/11.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">Ginty said no sane people drives a bike at night here. We couldn´t argue.</p><p align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Ginty sagde at ingen ved deres fulde fem ville køre mc om natten her. Vi sagde ham ikke imod.<br /></span><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDCms8koAwDt4S_f3bGxlbij-NYCFzDhkY4_A-_DHho7gdvtwzhS4jdFwkRDfjvTomWuEOJfDBVNlIHYcPK3xhYMmF3_TsOzdvbd5oppk34iQfKpOwhICMaOHrDPm_C_DKmIo3EYRvLW6S/s1600/12.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563416422927676466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDCms8koAwDt4S_f3bGxlbij-NYCFzDhkY4_A-_DHho7gdvtwzhS4jdFwkRDfjvTomWuEOJfDBVNlIHYcPK3xhYMmF3_TsOzdvbd5oppk34iQfKpOwhICMaOHrDPm_C_DKmIo3EYRvLW6S/s400/12.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdYuOZt0px3UyH9vfBkgOITSYVbk8ZMPCoXAZXsym9Jj2GgaicLXkKKEuJ90jnTmkGvpvTzyxtMklA5WH7_4UelcDWl06fCfhZAQ6Wd1j7fv0rjfDFvzvg95JJozMmJmqVLUccfHO-GB9L/s1600/13.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563416424197325010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdYuOZt0px3UyH9vfBkgOITSYVbk8ZMPCoXAZXsym9Jj2GgaicLXkKKEuJ90jnTmkGvpvTzyxtMklA5WH7_4UelcDWl06fCfhZAQ6Wd1j7fv0rjfDFvzvg95JJozMmJmqVLUccfHO-GB9L/s400/13.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDQvIRYxkFzzKl9tuGMd6AqKIN9aeE0tYhgFXLU_R-5gFYpt2WsW_K5-5zxdGe1myOJqtHgjCNNBdERcO3C_PdAccX1kk-oT8vaJH5pW3HEDHVl8GfbgN7KoBAcU3_Ri98-9AlJl_uXq0X/s1600/14.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563416418309613154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDQvIRYxkFzzKl9tuGMd6AqKIN9aeE0tYhgFXLU_R-5gFYpt2WsW_K5-5zxdGe1myOJqtHgjCNNBdERcO3C_PdAccX1kk-oT8vaJH5pW3HEDHVl8GfbgN7KoBAcU3_Ri98-9AlJl_uXq0X/s400/14.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">A bit tired of building wheels now, or “rimming” as the experts call it. Sixth time on the trip I have to do it, which is once every third month.</p><p align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Lidt træt af at genopbygge hjul. Det er sjette gang på turen jeg må gøre det, ca. en gang i kvartalet.</span><br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9723xwYmHYlfX1pVsh_UgJuo5npy2zS4c42MXZbVK7MkXNdUTVSdbdy8xU_NW2VcitIc4IGSeLXVJR2YElqROeYTkLnm7qN8QZC2GsVzCAHCm4lwuml8qP50klQN_EF2XwoG1FPjADfC3/s1600/15.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563415867021488114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9723xwYmHYlfX1pVsh_UgJuo5npy2zS4c42MXZbVK7MkXNdUTVSdbdy8xU_NW2VcitIc4IGSeLXVJR2YElqROeYTkLnm7qN8QZC2GsVzCAHCm4lwuml8qP50klQN_EF2XwoG1FPjADfC3/s400/15.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiELaQyL7kBj-HgsShyphenhyphenNHDmMG58OInsLcWelrjibjxjalQZ9khFI_5WFwk1BTN9wa4ioIrinb-7DXaOPHTP0xkP6kNZoAn9pyVFpUX5t4R1W9EkCF_alSQpeAZ6NOmMAUVVtrJ_bRbKKu9z/s1600/16.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563415867761231058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiELaQyL7kBj-HgsShyphenhyphenNHDmMG58OInsLcWelrjibjxjalQZ9khFI_5WFwk1BTN9wa4ioIrinb-7DXaOPHTP0xkP6kNZoAn9pyVFpUX5t4R1W9EkCF_alSQpeAZ6NOmMAUVVtrJ_bRbKKu9z/s400/16.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">Time to say goodbye to Ginty, which was such a great and helpful dude. Unfortunately, his equally nice wife Kate was not present for the picture.</p><p align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Tid til at sige farvel til Ginty, som var en virkelig fin og hjælpsom fyr. Desværre var hans lige så fine kone ikke tilstede da der skulle fotograferes.</span><br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitbCZBGmEy5q8C5eH-8uzY9Q9U_z7wQhJh3Sn0iCOKFWPjFjlzhmCP4BPPLtIk616XfrEBvkjXShrr-goPXjn8cLjuSww0FWpyv34ZXpSscj_ZHGQoG5y8VaEUPT1EcnnnKNvjHoLEEnT7/s1600/17.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563415862564653218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitbCZBGmEy5q8C5eH-8uzY9Q9U_z7wQhJh3Sn0iCOKFWPjFjlzhmCP4BPPLtIk616XfrEBvkjXShrr-goPXjn8cLjuSww0FWpyv34ZXpSscj_ZHGQoG5y8VaEUPT1EcnnnKNvjHoLEEnT7/s400/17.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk90kpsZDPRALhIId4GfnWckvugzaOEFu7SoWG4LyWE8E_SjUjcu29DsvTrGWAk-RmbeNLiQgJvZ0rV6xjUFcY3ae4WyntAhqewR3y8U_lsB7Kht2dyxWOhx41PawI8ljf-w7tvkF9Ij2j/s1600/18.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563415857851320290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk90kpsZDPRALhIId4GfnWckvugzaOEFu7SoWG4LyWE8E_SjUjcu29DsvTrGWAk-RmbeNLiQgJvZ0rV6xjUFcY3ae4WyntAhqewR3y8U_lsB7Kht2dyxWOhx41PawI8ljf-w7tvkF9Ij2j/s400/18.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5WuHHOF0L9Jyt_kjleqUXrC78UrAUdI94YsHdWxhS8Gvjgis_ctIWjF9JHcaBHzsUBOnTuuR5tCNr7RZaETngqPxotZq12Vo_iA1wq6F17xh8wMB3gTQxf2UFAhqRfU4XE3HyytlOcB2b/s1600/19.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563415860537798962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5WuHHOF0L9Jyt_kjleqUXrC78UrAUdI94YsHdWxhS8Gvjgis_ctIWjF9JHcaBHzsUBOnTuuR5tCNr7RZaETngqPxotZq12Vo_iA1wq6F17xh8wMB3gTQxf2UFAhqRfU4XE3HyytlOcB2b/s400/19.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC4Tc0_qIWvEUcO8uyWGL0NRCSpSA0tJddItLmGftFOTe9JLSR9HSj8knpPmppjcgmlZMg1-kH-lDpgr6hbxvcKC0d1kMdHRAG2kurWaKq2aUgaWSSEe4NElt-XABWaIVCdRpAB7qImdAn/s1600/20.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563415492666247874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC4Tc0_qIWvEUcO8uyWGL0NRCSpSA0tJddItLmGftFOTe9JLSR9HSj8knpPmppjcgmlZMg1-kH-lDpgr6hbxvcKC0d1kMdHRAG2kurWaKq2aUgaWSSEe4NElt-XABWaIVCdRpAB7qImdAn/s400/20.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">At this bridge we were stopped by the police and asked if we could give them money or something, and when we said we were sorry, but couldn´t, they said “No problem, have a safe journey!”. No hard feeling there.</p><p align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Ved denne bro blev vi stoppet af politiet, som spurgte om vi kunne give dem penge eller noget andet. Da vi sagde det desværre ikke kunne lade sig gøre, sagde de "No problem, kør sikkert!" Der var ingen 'hard feelings' her.</span><br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVkiDkLes0v3NBWHQQevkKfljSj6B5u8a7w36KjNk5dYwHanTiBpXIV3gIBQAfKX2cge1UW5wIkTn1IsIF6MBG9jwWTzSr79cWcHeb1jRCh_HKT8ZZJG5nyMPeeT-7JStllHDgcdwtGbDz/s1600/21.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563415485949231090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVkiDkLes0v3NBWHQQevkKfljSj6B5u8a7w36KjNk5dYwHanTiBpXIV3gIBQAfKX2cge1UW5wIkTn1IsIF6MBG9jwWTzSr79cWcHeb1jRCh_HKT8ZZJG5nyMPeeT-7JStllHDgcdwtGbDz/s400/21.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwsOVMpfmpdGSIkQW4sAH1qErTQxo4P_TKBzfmLv8jlFus-mGB5jpwb8EaKZ7ZuyM1gsQYoCgK3mPirUuso-S2uP3u4XtIDUh1qTfuxQhbyO72RFaDnw3FKIeWRY6Jp5GdZph9h3j7dvZd/s1600/22.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563415487894486274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwsOVMpfmpdGSIkQW4sAH1qErTQxo4P_TKBzfmLv8jlFus-mGB5jpwb8EaKZ7ZuyM1gsQYoCgK3mPirUuso-S2uP3u4XtIDUh1qTfuxQhbyO72RFaDnw3FKIeWRY6Jp5GdZph9h3j7dvZd/s400/22.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0t9LQMhkCNmnrtS4ST1T6sBY6IL6XLarWLQBOKxhC4inoPfCAjJVrWdu46zezXpInm5Y5LN0C0zZ2VLWknV4o2ryekjhym1pNoxNlzbYUHestq4QX9YJIFbIfji0OybDf0xucgwj7-1pi/s1600/23.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563415481811876722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0t9LQMhkCNmnrtS4ST1T6sBY6IL6XLarWLQBOKxhC4inoPfCAjJVrWdu46zezXpInm5Y5LN0C0zZ2VLWknV4o2ryekjhym1pNoxNlzbYUHestq4QX9YJIFbIfji0OybDf0xucgwj7-1pi/s400/23.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">Coke-smuggling bull at the border to Malawi.</p><p align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Coke-smugling ved grænsen til Malavi.</span><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG69Zuu8b3D0hxq5FBMIHPfI-13mtIXPavIV485bqF3zfop0Cw6Z2lde2MW1Yp6IVTEE-lUKvFruwF008KWA_RpOa-xZDrByE3JEbobV9Qmvemi3Yhg5PDxbaaV889-9mGS2wotPFU-3Qr/s1600/24.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563415481785442274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG69Zuu8b3D0hxq5FBMIHPfI-13mtIXPavIV485bqF3zfop0Cw6Z2lde2MW1Yp6IVTEE-lUKvFruwF008KWA_RpOa-xZDrByE3JEbobV9Qmvemi3Yhg5PDxbaaV889-9mGS2wotPFU-3Qr/s400/24.jpg" /></a>Kingcroesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18253276679665897331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624002233343625556.post-14406905828051987322011-01-13T03:01:00.008+01:002011-01-20T00:52:15.118+01:00Botswana<div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Next stop after Elisras, South Africa was Francistown, Botswana. A good 450 kilometers leg when you include a border crossing. The border was smooth, it was less than a half hour and no problems. Roads were spotless too so we made it to town well before dark. Our contact Thebe and his friend showed us a campsite and took us out for dinner in the night.<br /><br />The remarkable thing in Botswana was the sudden change of atmosphere, a change to the better. People were friendlier, and the country looked like a rare African success story. Fair enough, they got their problems as well, but it seemed to be very little problems with crime and corruption in South Africa. It felt just relaxing and safe to be here.<br /><br />From Francistown we made it up to the border to Zambia the next day. The road led us through a nature reserve, with elephants crossing the road just like the stupid moose back home. Further the scenery was spiced up by some intelligent ostriche, baboons and road workers. Very African, and very nice.<br /><br /><br />Tormod</span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Næste stop efter Elisras i Sydafrika var Francistown i Botswana. Et stræk på godt og vel 450 km, hvilket inkluderede en grænseovergang. Dér gik det nemt, under en halv time og uden problemer. Vejene var perfekte så vi nåede byen i god tid inden mørket faldt på. Vores kontaktperson Thebe og en ven viste os frem til en campingplads og inviterede os ud at spise.</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Det bemærkelsesværdige ved Botswana var stemningsskiftet til det bedre. Folk var venlige og landet lignede en sjælden afrikansk succeshistorie. Ok, de har også deres problemer, men sammenlignet med Sydafrika syntes der at være meget lidt kriminalitet og korruption. Det føltes bare afslappet og sikkert her.</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Fra Francistown gik det næste dag op til grænsen til Zambia. Vejen ledte os gennem et naturreservat, med elefanter der krydsede vejen ligesom tåbelige elge gør det derhjemme. Udsigten blev yderligere krydret med nogle intelligente strudse, bavianer og vejarbejdere. Meget afrikansk, meget nydeligt.</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Tormod</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><br /></p><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7bdm4HgTQDRJJ-TqSoV_M71mHqUSP8u0pE6VPbCYANo7W5fPwLvico6YbjinEeTCBFKR5V_H9HzRuRoXqsL7wCvM11MSJ5dd7NSk8rQGH5OghNzhrlCrn6rdD67iAJNV-4F9aqe-nUbAY/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561485148729992162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7bdm4HgTQDRJJ-TqSoV_M71mHqUSP8u0pE6VPbCYANo7W5fPwLvico6YbjinEeTCBFKR5V_H9HzRuRoXqsL7wCvM11MSJ5dd7NSk8rQGH5OghNzhrlCrn6rdD67iAJNV-4F9aqe-nUbAY/s400/1.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">Martins Drift was the border, smooth and fast<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBSnal6Esx9g_v5d12ib-Ymj6Y7mfP6S0itARmkq4Z0Euaap2juoI7SSlac_3qBlBW7DNmPr3SXobAjxMwG38jXm2T8IbAkzC7vmBUsOv4pDTgyCD0VJQaxAQVCaqZikr8xOPow8H631iS/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561485143993196594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBSnal6Esx9g_v5d12ib-Ymj6Y7mfP6S0itARmkq4Z0Euaap2juoI7SSlac_3qBlBW7DNmPr3SXobAjxMwG38jXm2T8IbAkzC7vmBUsOv4pDTgyCD0VJQaxAQVCaqZikr8xOPow8H631iS/s400/2.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">There was a condom dispenser in the customs, but it was empty. Maybe that´s why we didn´t get screwed.</p><p align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Der var en kondomautomat ved tolden. Men den var tom, så det var måske derfor de ikke tog os i røven.</span></p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJzg57tGDOAoXLTraJODuvUGJTrApbJ6-mlyAqgIt1GuNEKmso7XeT8FKJ_8JX0Cel2TO13Z64p9IGh7VENllmq82q_GBfo1oKPbrAZaIMux8Wzh98rr8aa9TDmrZg6ukWUqZiITOVFnHL/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561485137088686546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJzg57tGDOAoXLTraJODuvUGJTrApbJ6-mlyAqgIt1GuNEKmso7XeT8FKJ_8JX0Cel2TO13Z64p9IGh7VENllmq82q_GBfo1oKPbrAZaIMux8Wzh98rr8aa9TDmrZg6ukWUqZiITOVFnHL/s400/3.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">Thebe and his mate, customers of Shawn. Great dudes I hope I´ll see again.<br /></p><p align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Thebe og hans kammerat, kunder hos Shawn. Fine fyre, som jeg håber at se igen.</span></p><p align="center"><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSZSDZ7pDPmLM0cnElJvbwRjCT2l_m_KZ7Xk9xCA-g4528smgBK4XyfaylAGEy6qU9xFKkWL8JtXB0J_e0PQ8UPvAgUre-6nm2a7ip0lpHrJI2Cc8KasN7jbOp1DMZojsSRuVfjlyzrHE8/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561484954026339874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSZSDZ7pDPmLM0cnElJvbwRjCT2l_m_KZ7Xk9xCA-g4528smgBK4XyfaylAGEy6qU9xFKkWL8JtXB0J_e0PQ8UPvAgUre-6nm2a7ip0lpHrJI2Cc8KasN7jbOp1DMZojsSRuVfjlyzrHE8/s400/4.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">Customs for exiting Botswana, ferry next.</p><p align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Tolden på vej ud af Botswana, næste stop er færgen.</span><br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBSu9-u61v44Y2v7W41INREjyhhoA3UvqxmFrh8vNGkhR0hTAwCiBL5HiMw0xViI5uVG2Hv6nrnN0FtYrgd19OqqnmGRAEqjTMNt84IJyaWumPxvUamL5Kf0zux-LI4xPnx_tj26CeuZaR/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561484948037928722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBSu9-u61v44Y2v7W41INREjyhhoA3UvqxmFrh8vNGkhR0hTAwCiBL5HiMw0xViI5uVG2Hv6nrnN0FtYrgd19OqqnmGRAEqjTMNt84IJyaWumPxvUamL5Kf0zux-LI4xPnx_tj26CeuZaR/s400/5.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">Waiting for the ferry<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJlTfzZ24rgj1m2o1rezegmGxLoPMnBhIAOC9NY_LES0oasYSg6f05v-pkQAZZQnFzkeNxPpTc82-eRbm_ldcWIS83YQ9SqEjOjZezVH3XyD5_93aJjGlQhHka6Uc6AGbSre8K5X_aigto/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561484945515819858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJlTfzZ24rgj1m2o1rezegmGxLoPMnBhIAOC9NY_LES0oasYSg6f05v-pkQAZZQnFzkeNxPpTc82-eRbm_ldcWIS83YQ9SqEjOjZezVH3XyD5_93aJjGlQhHka6Uc6AGbSre8K5X_aigto/s400/6.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">Beer smugglers. Tons of beer was loaded on the ferry, and offloaded to canoos before the ferry reached Zambia.</p><p align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Ølsmuglere: Tonsvis af øl blev læsset på færgen, og losset ned i kanoer før færgen nåede over til Zambia.</span><br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLFgGQv7U7PIDm-VEPi_khughC0AarX8dqgDeH4Hwi4XImc_JYoajyfcC2j_jAQrJOSfCcSlCx-P2ne1yYryirwL_LK44OS1QXaKTOGpduiFB_06hFhnfMIw_ss1JJQnrJTQcG7uOch34T/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561484935572494098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLFgGQv7U7PIDm-VEPi_khughC0AarX8dqgDeH4Hwi4XImc_JYoajyfcC2j_jAQrJOSfCcSlCx-P2ne1yYryirwL_LK44OS1QXaKTOGpduiFB_06hFhnfMIw_ss1JJQnrJTQcG7uOch34T/s400/7.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">The Nimbus attracts people like bees to a jar of honey, or maybe it´s more correct to say as flies to dog shit.</p><p align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Nimbussen tiltrækker folk som en kukke honning tiltrækker bier. Eller måske som en hundelort tiltrækker fluer.</span><br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr5VoDDkc8momlo-Zc2fr5HFvCaEdvQlLV4V-rqHlBAsXTwe52umN0Y1r2G9Nz6WlimhSPbfzzogdqmoDgxWJXUs1TYNT_7vHAtxgO6QH3zIbPfgMSW7arppbJKjQFZ_snLnRb95GGMrdq/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561484932182136754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr5VoDDkc8momlo-Zc2fr5HFvCaEdvQlLV4V-rqHlBAsXTwe52umN0Y1r2G9Nz6WlimhSPbfzzogdqmoDgxWJXUs1TYNT_7vHAtxgO6QH3zIbPfgMSW7arppbJKjQFZ_snLnRb95GGMrdq/s400/8.jpg" /></a>Kingcroesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18253276679665897331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624002233343625556.post-66936713145387117422011-01-10T02:44:00.007+01:002011-01-10T23:54:05.213+01:00Exiting South Africa<div align="left">As we pretty much just blasted on from Johannesburg it´s not that much to say about the days following the hay-days in Jo’burg. Not much can go wrong with a winning spirit, fresh horses and fresh riders after recovering from the obligatory break in time followed an overhaul and a month without riding.<br /><br />Pierre had set us up with Brian in a town close to the Botswana border, Elisras, good stage for a late start day, which is not rare. This time it was due to the road out of town passed by a magic barn, full of cars under work by a skillful and enthusiastic carriage maker. It was one of those places freshmen would shun for getting work done while somebody that been around a bit would immediately catch the spirit of the place and let them restore your most beloved and long gone car body.<br /><br />It was already over noon when we could tear our self free from the barn and said goodbye to Pierre and Junior Pierre (JP) on the highway. Further up in the jungle we found Elisras and Brian, which set us up in a camp outside town, with a T-bone steak each and a crate of beer. All we had heard about him in advance was that he was big, loved meat and beer and had an old motorcycle. The reception just underlined this to our big appreciation, what more can one ask for in life.<br /><br />Brian was busy that night though, so he had set us up with another Brian, a travelling salesman that stayed in the same camp. The camp hosted a rough crowd of working class heroes, just like me so I felt immediately like back at work in the Indian jungles. As a rough working class crowd it was the normal past time; BBQ, or braai as they call it here, with some beer and brandy for dessert. A good gang, and especially Brian #2 and Shawn in the power tool business took well care of us and fed us with contact and info for the road onwards. For sure a typical South African ending on the final leg in Africa’s southernmost country.<br /><br /><br />Tormod<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Ud af Sydafrika<br /><br />Da vi stort set bare drønede afsted fra Johannsburg, er der ikke meget at sige om hvordan det gik efter de fede dage i Jo'burg. Der er ikke meget som kan gå galt når humøret er helt i top, og der er skiftet til friske heste, og til friske ryttere, som så småt kommer sig efter en måneds mc-renovering og følgende mangel på mc-kørsel.<br /><br />Pierre havde sat i forbindelse med Brian i byen Elisras nær grænsen til Botswana – et passende stræk for en dag med en ikke helt så sjælden sen start. Denne gang var det fordi vejen ud af byen ledte os forbi en fortryllet lade, fyldt med biler under bearbejdning af dygtige og tændte folk. Det var en af de steder hvor almindelige mennesker umiddelbart ville undgå at få lavet arbejde; men dem af os som har været rundt og se hvordan tingene fungerer, ville omgående fange stedets atmosfære og lade dem bringe ens kæreste gamle bilvrag tilbage til livet.<br /><br />Det var efter solen havde toppet dagens halvcirkel før vi kunne rive os løs fra laden, og sige farvel til Pierre og Pierre Junior (PJ) ude på hovedlandevejen. Længere oppe i junglen fandt vi så Elisras og Brian, som fik anbragt os i en lejr udenfor byen, med hver sin t-bone steak og en kasse med øl. Det eneste vi på forhånd havde hørt om ham, var at han var stor, elskede kød & øl, og havde en gammel motorcykel. Vores velkomst understregede blot dette, hvilket vi jo værdsatte, så hvad mere kan man ønske sig?<br /><br />Brian havde nu travlt denne aften, så han prakkede os på en anden Brian, en handelsrejsende som boede sammesteds. Lejren her var hjem for en lidt rå flok 'working class heroes' ligesom mig, så det var ligesom at være hjemme på arbejde i de indiske jungler. For de her børster bestod programmet af det sædvanlige tidsfordriv; barbeque – som de kalder 'braai' her – med øl og brandy til dessert. En fin flok, især Brian d. 2. og Shawn fra el-værktøjsbranchen tog sig godt af os og fodrede os med kontakter og informationer for den videre færd. Absolut en typisk sydafrikansk måde at slutte det sidste stræk i kontinentets sydligste land.<br /><br />Tormod<br /></span><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Xgy6GGHZ5zMgZ0zzMv3-9eincO4PeAbDWbNuaLBQwlxlxBUeG7YNKkGLx-LrLrIMAyeIPyTTp4I2L4EWL-xUl08uehi0tkUaG4ltMqsLWQrEi0jxsHyD-hrDhyphenhyphenVyR6ruidTg64X3KDWX/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560368882110943538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Xgy6GGHZ5zMgZ0zzMv3-9eincO4PeAbDWbNuaLBQwlxlxBUeG7YNKkGLx-LrLrIMAyeIPyTTp4I2L4EWL-xUl08uehi0tkUaG4ltMqsLWQrEi0jxsHyD-hrDhyphenhyphenVyR6ruidTg64X3KDWX/s400/1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz7nAfroP8WE42iIgfNxaYtEos5LHOeXAiDJyJ7rufQt5bad5VOsR-1EZeWLhJreQZZqiTiDNBH9a-6DjYz7tTpz9AETTld2mJQSeOevYH0zKm7J_12S0gtp-7vHzNjE-bDc8bT4lXTxha/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560368871270480754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVv5BchxRwzEGgKfAZNOI0CrafMBpZuJ0jUzp3cmXMXMwWWpZgy5YMuY6zu2zwnUErZdiMXzORkP4K4YpBXqvHuP21MVl01FY_j-RLyY3Fz8HsSujoc5tztFpEqiEmZAuD7P5iDkj448qJ/s400/4.jpg" /></a> </p><p align="center"><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMZFoUo2NLTb2DuzRe4aPYXjBYyAijP0emtRT-jwM-Tfvb4jAzwfaDJ7d8FstjHyhya_8UM4iv9a4GeK4irrRFWae1fiRrtO8J846OFigCw1e5KJs0pRuYME8UrUALhT5eCaNGW-lD0lU0/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560368520121449986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMZFoUo2NLTb2DuzRe4aPYXjBYyAijP0emtRT-jwM-Tfvb4jAzwfaDJ7d8FstjHyhya_8UM4iv9a4GeK4irrRFWae1fiRrtO8J846OFigCw1e5KJs0pRuYME8UrUALhT5eCaNGW-lD0lU0/s400/5.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYrig3Y8k-xqVZU9hxkjosKZdGHCbRnIzraiE9BxWJz2YqLLZzb0uasjaBKunDW8UatCyqlGJgmaQmAxNYpwM5p0QiulQ1NoWEbo-u51kqf-amwr3W5BcqBvX2yTKIjUzrKVuTgD5PbX_B/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560368515041375762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYrig3Y8k-xqVZU9hxkjosKZdGHCbRnIzraiE9BxWJz2YqLLZzb0uasjaBKunDW8UatCyqlGJgmaQmAxNYpwM5p0QiulQ1NoWEbo-u51kqf-amwr3W5BcqBvX2yTKIjUzrKVuTgD5PbX_B/s400/6.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">The owner of the magic barn<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidlvMPpgR2DME64Tjgu-lRFRUs3v3PH2xop1eL7StXcz88dWD2xZPe9ymCMHIX5laAGINtfIyCCItZrNuvGqmWJJbuZeeaam1djvPbUC4gdyyNc_Qp_eAwmqAqm6iW2oWjHk-6AZYQDtLI/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560368503796880450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidlvMPpgR2DME64Tjgu-lRFRUs3v3PH2xop1eL7StXcz88dWD2xZPe9ymCMHIX5laAGINtfIyCCItZrNuvGqmWJJbuZeeaam1djvPbUC4gdyyNc_Qp_eAwmqAqm6iW2oWjHk-6AZYQDtLI/s400/7.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZqx1Dl9LQoL7K4G4oQfHjaKL5_aOrV7bgHdZwrVxIblyZQmLxVdweO7N0ksSvnvbNoxXE6UCghZIm5T6cRnR0H7hANflLxBVUOcpTqVZIaX4PqEX5JGClkgzDec5WTvXUlF-LSQhEFTIL/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 396px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560368497850168178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZqx1Dl9LQoL7K4G4oQfHjaKL5_aOrV7bgHdZwrVxIblyZQmLxVdweO7N0ksSvnvbNoxXE6UCghZIm5T6cRnR0H7hANflLxBVUOcpTqVZIaX4PqEX5JGClkgzDec5WTvXUlF-LSQhEFTIL/s400/8.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO4AYkbPfuffdYKnsVMQSpAVEmxZ5eZmmshJmSSx4kheAX_y70Pc3XrZqguIsyW-hea5NVoGoUc13FSOdHPC2YciB5T33cBaelvSth8-RXm8gHoesd55W6s8DxG8bR3y8bNdD7ZYtbi0By/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560368496508173122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO4AYkbPfuffdYKnsVMQSpAVEmxZ5eZmmshJmSSx4kheAX_y70Pc3XrZqguIsyW-hea5NVoGoUc13FSOdHPC2YciB5T33cBaelvSth8-RXm8gHoesd55W6s8DxG8bR3y8bNdD7ZYtbi0By/s400/9.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim4dV20-QX2sCNZxaH69-H3RQQn6o7JXOUXurS96F7T7FRROfbJ4Vsr5bK59ROcF39wAwOgqswAHm-gzN18vbEOwi0CWRIQzyHvJ_j7AFXgQasvx0kqh8qKX6Ep68de0d9tWGgzMeqLRJd/s1600/10.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560367739409586098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim4dV20-QX2sCNZxaH69-H3RQQn6o7JXOUXurS96F7T7FRROfbJ4Vsr5bK59ROcF39wAwOgqswAHm-gzN18vbEOwi0CWRIQzyHvJ_j7AFXgQasvx0kqh8qKX6Ep68de0d9tWGgzMeqLRJd/s400/10.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">Last farewell with our new family in Johannesburg<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4mjc83if10sVnTMPAKJIXW0Yuks_9FQQBqvf7Bt7NwZeBREEdEnx6gkOEzE0TfqIxBlJCbhShCia17K7FzxcK5GR5Lz2o6I5sU00PsCUirHeJx2QZMdlZdOsLcgb5V1WGxHX4o-7pcd1P/s1600/11.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 345px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560367735285364434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4mjc83if10sVnTMPAKJIXW0Yuks_9FQQBqvf7Bt7NwZeBREEdEnx6gkOEzE0TfqIxBlJCbhShCia17K7FzxcK5GR5Lz2o6I5sU00PsCUirHeJx2QZMdlZdOsLcgb5V1WGxHX4o-7pcd1P/s400/11.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFW5_XRgsRgsWhIzMeMd5Zil4s4D0VI3WJx7hOzb5BgNGvtgJyaIVg8PLYY1KhUSSxzNKPUMqJ-Bv68P7Ne_Q9B_lOSviAyAbXbOosRmdgexaFy55CPyAqDNJgAOx5ZreyWxGxIlss9Z5O/s1600/12.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 331px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560367734363043570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFW5_XRgsRgsWhIzMeMd5Zil4s4D0VI3WJx7hOzb5BgNGvtgJyaIVg8PLYY1KhUSSxzNKPUMqJ-Bv68P7Ne_Q9B_lOSviAyAbXbOosRmdgexaFy55CPyAqDNJgAOx5ZreyWxGxIlss9Z5O/s400/12.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">Brian and his family in Elisras<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj-65tDYZ8X9AKyB8Q5U86ok_mqqd3cW4fouUeaIRbjK5s5hTYPHUd4gbF9LKnp2ebVb_yUHodY9Qg_Fgie12gytFZbLoOqBwDLZ7YS_hmjTeDV5utQqAGRV62HlzMbM5yJy_Ajn3sBSgO/s1600/13.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560367730948875314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj-65tDYZ8X9AKyB8Q5U86ok_mqqd3cW4fouUeaIRbjK5s5hTYPHUd4gbF9LKnp2ebVb_yUHodY9Qg_Fgie12gytFZbLoOqBwDLZ7YS_hmjTeDV5utQqAGRV62HlzMbM5yJy_Ajn3sBSgO/s400/13.jpg" /> </a><p align="center">Farewell with Brian#2, Shawn and the others at the camp in Elisras, thanks for the support!<br /><br /><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560367731625460258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlQEc3Vt9IODne-iEBHQOJA-nIaojR0gePS6Rg9bkEtYdIA3z7J6qZR96w2wOlgsAdYf-_0aLMRG58Ccxwc72nItE0tcy5x5DWFqlBOmqv1Ql-TKNBxws5rnlHXkBAYGd555mN-gOmmzMl/s400/14.jpg" /> <p align="center">Last fueling in South Africa</p>Kingcroesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18253276679665897331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624002233343625556.post-78432768679892898662010-12-14T10:14:00.004+01:002010-12-16T16:28:18.739+01:00Leaving Lusaka, Zambia TodayKlaus killed his rear wheel but Ginty saved us and had a new rim.<br /><br />Bloody sixth time or so I have to rebuild wheels on this trip, and hopefully the last.<br /><br />More laters.<br /><br />T<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK6hNKiVPpGncA20IoAD5wKRcW9fUwkcVCXsUTdsTw9hvLeAN2c_Fxc8o9G-nv90-wY3b_slQlfbvSU1_Rq8252vNFP_NmP4tNfUmTbIUWr-Rzm7vS7dXZu0KgZVuyKo8TQNoQjH3JqDv3/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwRyt1Z04nCN7x5pw7VhnwGiWfeVtJcWHckkcLjQcnnW7S0dxLCo3GwJDO-5pq8YdYxA5N7cULLNUrMgbfD0mIEtoC4Cuofbj9H13t3NPCv9rllOK4kU6kCHFzcLD1EWQp9UkCaICj9RWm/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551300419908379666" /></a><br /></div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeWp9IfncIia6kFbSANX2vmPJD-8yFnsAPTiCnuUz9TLWX9_TBHDlqQgFgp1v0GWw3r0p_Duvq-HfAsE2eNfdbEFZX-o1_8QOR0h0Kcfi7eVaHY2jlvV5E2frOU_rFzE_TLz96pZwwYePb/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeWp9IfncIia6kFbSANX2vmPJD-8yFnsAPTiCnuUz9TLWX9_TBHDlqQgFgp1v0GWw3r0p_Duvq-HfAsE2eNfdbEFZX-o1_8QOR0h0Kcfi7eVaHY2jlvV5E2frOU_rFzE_TLz96pZwwYePb/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551300421068244962" /></a><br /><div><br /></div></div>Kingcroesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18253276679665897331noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624002233343625556.post-15466999303923168342010-12-13T05:28:00.015+01:002010-12-24T14:31:36.765+01:00Hitting the road again<div align="left"><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Jo´burg<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I was very curious about Johannesburg, or rather a certain Pierre Cronje that I had been mailing with since before we left Norway. He had helped us out with the affairs in Durban, and made sure we got in touch with the right people and getting our logistical machinery to work. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">The plan was to leave early Saturday the 4<sup>th</sup>, but my generator said “Thanks, I´ve had enough of this shit you put me through” when I restarted my bike Friday night after rebuilding it despite testrunning the gen before assembling it. At 11PM Friday night I had to tear out the fooking shite and take it apart. 1 AM it was back in place again, and working. The bad thing was that this meant that the packing had to be done in the morning so the early arrival became a not so early one.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">As a bonus it didn´t take more than 2o kilometers to catch a devil in the engine which took 6 hours to drive out again. The one day leg became a two day leg but it didn´t matter with the reception Pierre and his friends gave us. Outside Jo’burg they awaited us on motorcycles. As a mind reader Pierre had brought a cooling bag with cold Windhoek beer, brewed according to the “Reinheitsgebot” in Namibia, a splendid beer. Not hard to utilize after 400 kilometers under the burning sun. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Back in their home in the suburb Benoni more beer and excellent food awaited. During our two day stay we felt like a part of the family, we were fed like we hadn´t been since the states and we had a jolly good time with the entire family and all the friends that dropped by. Absolutely magnificent all of it, except from we had to leave way too early to finalize our African crusade. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">T<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">-------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span></p></div><div align="left">I’ll make some boring text for the last two entries sometimes later. In the meantime enjoy some pictures with obese captions. The saying is that a picture says more than a thousand words, so at least there´s a few thousand words here.</div><div align="left"><br />I´d also like to remind you all that you can still buy t-shirt to support our mission by mailing Kaj Pedersen at <a href="mailto:kaj.pedersen@nimbusclubusa.com">kaj.pedersen@nimbusclubusa.com</a>. He´s sold 100 t-shirts in a short while and got 50 left in stock. All profit goes to getting us out of Africa and home again, which will be a relief for both Africa and our motorcycles. For prices, pictures and practical information see earlier blog entry about the t-shirts.<br /><br />Thanks for all donations and other support you out there are providing. It´s because the fact that you care about reading all the crap I write I actually care to do this, so all comments on the blog, greetings in the guestbook and emails from you are very much appreciated. Sorry for those I do not manage to reply, it´s not because I don´t care but both time and internet is sometimes a problem.<br /><br /><br />Yours sincerely,<br /><br />Tormod<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Jeg vil skrive lidt kedelig tekst til de foregående to indlæg senere. Imens kan du nyde nogle billeder med overvægtige billedtekster. Man siger at et billede fortæller 1000 ord, så her er nogle tusinde af dem.<br /><br />Jeg vil også lige minde jer alle om at man stadig kan købe t-shirts til støtte for vores mission, ved at maile Kaj Pedersen. Han solgte hurtigt de første 100 t-shirts, og har 50 tilbage. Overskuddet går til at få os ud af Afrika og hjem, hvilket vil være til stor lettelse både for Afrika og for vores motorcykler. Mht. priser og andet praktisk info om vores t-shirts, så se tidligere indlæg om dem.<br /><br />Tak for al økonomisk og anden hjælp som jer derude giver os. Det er fordi I gider læse det bavl jeg skriver at jeg i det hele taget gider gøre det her, så alle kommentarer på bloggen, i gæstebogen og på emails er meget velkomne. Undskyld til dem, jeg ikke når at svare; det er ikke fordi jeg ikke vil, men såvel tid som internet kan sætte begrænsninger.</span><br /><br /></span><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEUNLv59DQlAk6_apa-u2Bd_RR5QBCHlb0gmTYRpJrppWnkBgvWvXHQsztqkZ8xXcSWdSJW7LYo0R2vrIqXIlTg2SIFvKkQAj6qoCkvfqQNODKNdTFjwDJD_GZmIibeeacJVyKnquOLewO/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550024872214972306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEUNLv59DQlAk6_apa-u2Bd_RR5QBCHlb0gmTYRpJrppWnkBgvWvXHQsztqkZ8xXcSWdSJW7LYo0R2vrIqXIlTg2SIFvKkQAj6qoCkvfqQNODKNdTFjwDJD_GZmIibeeacJVyKnquOLewO/s400/1.jpg" /></a> When we finally left Durban we used 8 hours before we were out of Pinetown. As we repaired, this very friendly motorcyclist sitting on my bike with his staff served us dinner in his restaurant. In fact one of the best burgers I had since we visited this small remote hippie restaurant in a remote part of Texas with the Austin gang<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Da vi endelig forlod Durban tog det os 8 timer før vi var ude af Pinetown. mens vi skruede, gav den venlige mc-ist på Nimbussen os mad fra sin restaurant. Det var faktisk en af de bedste burgere jeg har spist siden vi besøgte den der lille fjerne hippie-restaurant i en fjern del af Texas sammen med rødderne fra Austin. </span><br /><br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivBZaJKrqIe9pbr8YgIY3vownoFPdk7AH90grA7XnqxWkYJJRFP5FYAx9Ae2S9PTB4hB-SnBNcKWPRcf9MuxYImfOqKCr0ZIqpzpw4rUSk2u7l7cZ-jEwss9fKzUE1z04_WPt85WyLjFN2/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550024869374831778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivBZaJKrqIe9pbr8YgIY3vownoFPdk7AH90grA7XnqxWkYJJRFP5FYAx9Ae2S9PTB4hB-SnBNcKWPRcf9MuxYImfOqKCr0ZIqpzpw4rUSk2u7l7cZ-jEwss9fKzUE1z04_WPt85WyLjFN2/s400/2.jpg" /></a> Breakfast overlooking the dam outside Estcourt<br /><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Morgenmad, mens vi ser på dæmningen udenfor Estcourt</span>. </span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgH_AF6R1mZvPcOCPRlqrawfKz5-U1XgvCKlLG2biKqyZRI27Q6FdFJfLjlvrL592YAvckNfD2U28DoEVDYEXowZctTvesnSoJOJ-HuftI9gDYATX8KEuxbS5GbzKJ04mSWcSY-95q90wn/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550024171332632866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgH_AF6R1mZvPcOCPRlqrawfKz5-U1XgvCKlLG2biKqyZRI27Q6FdFJfLjlvrL592YAvckNfD2U28DoEVDYEXowZctTvesnSoJOJ-HuftI9gDYATX8KEuxbS5GbzKJ04mSWcSY-95q90wn/s400/3.jpg" /></a> Steven was Irish but had made South African out of himself. His wife ran a guesthouse in an amazing 200 year old villa, and despite our scary outlook they took us in at favourable rate and treated us very well.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Steven fra Irland havde gjort sig til en Sydafrikaner. Hans kone styrede et gæstehus i en 200 år gammel villa, og trods vores afrakkede udseende lod de os betale en meget favorabel pris, og behandlede os ganske fint. </span><br /><br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvU9BYpw8FqHB8BLQLT7ETI2bbGWFHbryBigbaBqCsXFFtUYH6IHwpH-cvgJKTYTnuiHDmwB5rLQsClojRNNRW1HjjgamQRY9Mn_QLCgHoXLFbN1-hID2Yd__Iv2oZheZUzNoiYP-k_bUQ/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550024168333484386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvU9BYpw8FqHB8BLQLT7ETI2bbGWFHbryBigbaBqCsXFFtUYH6IHwpH-cvgJKTYTnuiHDmwB5rLQsClojRNNRW1HjjgamQRY9Mn_QLCgHoXLFbN1-hID2Yd__Iv2oZheZUzNoiYP-k_bUQ/s400/4.jpg" /></a> Klaus on show again<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq8ZhmCoTWnnG567R1kHAaPL0Oj9Q4uQ9uvAxKbo_x5Bm8ap2DTlmp2PCweHPz_Ny0xJE-eRmk0ZsgCuMdsKyUx-0yoaezOnLG0MWUPpkxyYEZZrN0P8t06ajk5oYnNGnRIycJIfqnLLKT/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550024158037568818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq8ZhmCoTWnnG567R1kHAaPL0Oj9Q4uQ9uvAxKbo_x5Bm8ap2DTlmp2PCweHPz_Ny0xJE-eRmk0ZsgCuMdsKyUx-0yoaezOnLG0MWUPpkxyYEZZrN0P8t06ajk5oYnNGnRIycJIfqnLLKT/s400/5.jpg" /></a> Finally in Johannesburg with Pierre Cronje and his friends. I been in touch with Pierre since before we left, and his place has been the only fixed route on the trip except from Miles in Vermont and Kaj in California. All these three stops have been remarkably good with very special people in a positive way. All three has provided amazing food, drinks, company and mechanical facilities. If these three places were the only places I´d stopped during the trip it would still have been worth it.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Omsider er vi nået frem til Johannesburg, her med Pierre Cronje og hans venner. Jeg har været i kontakt med Pierre siden før rejsens start, og at mødes med ham har været det eneste faste fixpunkter på turen, udover Miles i Vermont og Kaj i Californien. Disse tre stop har været usædvanligt gode, med meget specielle (ment på den bedst mulige måde) mennesker. Alle tre steder fik vi enestående mad og drikke, selskab og værkstedsplads. Hvis disse tre steder havde været de eneste stop undervejs, havde det stadig været hele turen værd.</span><br /><br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPI3xb9rO4F8OGCD5I4nkqhGQYnT3CmcaOsojL8D47SSeI5GzQ0ElciibZNFhIhcKGblErPU9YlALdTGrECXktCru9SalRWZ7mLHlPvOAUepLurzR9JSO7aoQDqnVED1tTEZaQaN-JiD9x/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550024156794100002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPI3xb9rO4F8OGCD5I4nkqhGQYnT3CmcaOsojL8D47SSeI5GzQ0ElciibZNFhIhcKGblErPU9YlALdTGrECXktCru9SalRWZ7mLHlPvOAUepLurzR9JSO7aoQDqnVED1tTEZaQaN-JiD9x/s400/6.jpg" /></a> Pierre acted as Father Christmas at several schools for the kids. We were fortunate enough to be allowed to join him on one of the missions which was a very memorable experience.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Pierre optræder som julemand for ungerne på adskillige skoler. Vi var så heldige at få lov at komme med på en af turene - en mindeværdig oplevelse.</span><br /><br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCjk-piQ2XQ7wm23-0295yGoAYnCnTQzPURXeXdDom96tZOLsnINBaLj56VIv_83MmNZ1zENZVnRopyfqfuutYMxTbD-ItSYbu0xSBcPnpQWC45_i19eMNmke0xdBdCkIU9VS9A9_FL5sp/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550024151301154274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCjk-piQ2XQ7wm23-0295yGoAYnCnTQzPURXeXdDom96tZOLsnINBaLj56VIv_83MmNZ1zENZVnRopyfqfuutYMxTbD-ItSYbu0xSBcPnpQWC45_i19eMNmke0xdBdCkIU9VS9A9_FL5sp/s400/7.jpg" /></a> True happiness, almost wish I believed in Father Christmas myself again.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Ægte glæde, jeg ønsker næsten at jeg kunne tro på julemanden igen.</span><br /><br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqa_TnPIXxkgdWg2wfwsI4SUoQxBDWdFTIvXhE0I4lYI4bh-hjffW4YUWZQgcM-qqV6NApicSCJNBisEhbgHGsyDR5jlRhU34EInHCyHZmcpwaUhSZQBUYqyiomsI9GTTsOjokWRgLK-AO/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550023014530057730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqa_TnPIXxkgdWg2wfwsI4SUoQxBDWdFTIvXhE0I4lYI4bh-hjffW4YUWZQgcM-qqV6NApicSCJNBisEhbgHGsyDR5jlRhU34EInHCyHZmcpwaUhSZQBUYqyiomsI9GTTsOjokWRgLK-AO/s400/8.jpg" /></a> This smile says it all.<br /></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Smilet her siger alt.</span><br /><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWSUt_my0WqFbGFhh4w6MDP58ndFpQmk1ndIfiSLKWrI3lZYDGee3FaEshDDbU1804gX2draywkonabxzZgVi0x95Gnc5Jkeap__sThvYj6NSKa_Kv5fPBRnB5ey0WmPE6D78vhIZuonch/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550023007031800482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWSUt_my0WqFbGFhh4w6MDP58ndFpQmk1ndIfiSLKWrI3lZYDGee3FaEshDDbU1804gX2draywkonabxzZgVi0x95Gnc5Jkeap__sThvYj6NSKa_Kv5fPBRnB5ey0WmPE6D78vhIZuonch/s400/9.jpg" /></a> Pierre didn´t get any less popular with the bike he drove.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">At køre på denne Harley gjorde ikke Pierre mindre populær.</span><br /><br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMixk0QG5mawtC-ObNVyoAqHhFzw0jdqWKg853Sh0iJJeYGxsV3SzSBqmoei2KRn9Eb8Yxa2c7tsXw8jYJPu3aR6ORB3yMZsKjE1n8NI9tQdnpSKC1v_kA-lW-8Py7y10t7fccfttGf2vl/s1600/10.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550023006912570546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMixk0QG5mawtC-ObNVyoAqHhFzw0jdqWKg853Sh0iJJeYGxsV3SzSBqmoei2KRn9Eb8Yxa2c7tsXw8jYJPu3aR6ORB3yMZsKjE1n8NI9tQdnpSKC1v_kA-lW-8Py7y10t7fccfttGf2vl/s400/10.jpg" /></a> These very clever young lads were very interested in our story and the bikes, listened more carefully and asked more intelligent questions than most grownups. In a few years time it might be one of these guys doing a trip like this.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Disse kløgtige ungersvende var meget interesserede i vores motorcykler og hvad vi havde at fortælle, lyttede opmærksomt og stillede mere intelligente spørgsmål end mange voksne.<br /></span><br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTgyPcip97b3omI_1rEuhwm9ny3g_FIfg_rOYVgJQotW6mUN2ggP93fdhnR7nHQXnHlAqkeAtDDi_tfzq3apUBgCH9QS-I745SShDlpzNHVsKWeXypgB1Vwbl_yGZ2G3e_QdPUFiN3XrcS/s1600/11.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550022999355191634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTgyPcip97b3omI_1rEuhwm9ny3g_FIfg_rOYVgJQotW6mUN2ggP93fdhnR7nHQXnHlAqkeAtDDi_tfzq3apUBgCH9QS-I745SShDlpzNHVsKWeXypgB1Vwbl_yGZ2G3e_QdPUFiN3XrcS/s400/11.jpg" /></a> The job is done for this year and Santa can take a year off and rest.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Arbejdet er gjort, og julemanden kan slappe af et lille års tid igen.</span><br /><br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTiorHyk6rHmScZdX8RHu3GBOqfeeP4bRd1P8eNcooB-2t6rnXQ5ulW4gH_8BniMe3zLKM65UvxspXjB4LYYshuwChnjoc8A1wsEk05iO6y55fkRuOK8Zn9XgHfDf-I7x4DapvIki0PZZ8/s1600/12.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550022998382934530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTiorHyk6rHmScZdX8RHu3GBOqfeeP4bRd1P8eNcooB-2t6rnXQ5ulW4gH_8BniMe3zLKM65UvxspXjB4LYYshuwChnjoc8A1wsEk05iO6y55fkRuOK8Zn9XgHfDf-I7x4DapvIki0PZZ8/s400/12.jpg" /></a> Father Christmas and Barbra. Barbra is 80, but I thought she was more like 65. She’s making sure the school get visited by Father Christmas on and old bike.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">J<span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">ulemanden & Barbra. Hun er 80 år gammel, men kunne nemt gå for at være 65. Hun sikrer sig at skolen får besøg af julemanden på en gammel mc.</span><br /><br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibqOnANHZ7ZHvJupEyTnY9LOpUFqLA-2Gkkn8UJ_jozIyXeA4WnAc5gOc6n1M4Ud9b4_v84XD9cclMfKd187yKlAZXHFuQcDcv-y1mllrmdrrkmBjm4UuToIf7TS-gl8eO8Q7xRMJXFFyd/s1600/13.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550021332926009122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibqOnANHZ7ZHvJupEyTnY9LOpUFqLA-2Gkkn8UJ_jozIyXeA4WnAc5gOc6n1M4Ud9b4_v84XD9cclMfKd187yKlAZXHFuQcDcv-y1mllrmdrrkmBjm4UuToIf7TS-gl8eO8Q7xRMJXFFyd/s400/13.jpg" /></a> In Africa they can´t afford normal cats so they use whatever they find, in this case a cheetah. Friendly little thing that probably read my mind, it bit me when I incidentally thought about Robert Mugabe´s classic hat. How it looked at PETA´s slogan “Better naked than wearing fur” I´m not too sure about.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">I Afrika er almindelige katte alt for dyre, så de bruger hvad man eller kan finde, som fx. denne cheetah. Den søde lille ka'l havde antagelig læst mine tanker, og bed mig netop som jeg tænkte på Robert Mugabe's klassiske hat (oversætters note; den hat er sikkert lavet af cheetah-pels). Hvad den mente om dyreværnsforningen PETA's slogan 'hellere nøgen end at gå med pels' ved jeg ikke lige...</span><br /><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbPLcs6v4lry8ztZzlSohEP9zbce4NcZiKVMIVs3Prx47o2TfAMG-CCqC0irAf5vUjz3h8Mwiq88dHlrxpoGaW0y47tB-oxz1aVKYxZ3VuE9du78T_f9diGsoefcQoILODXcKydWjgsqj6/s1600/14.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550021331265606978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbPLcs6v4lry8ztZzlSohEP9zbce4NcZiKVMIVs3Prx47o2TfAMG-CCqC0irAf5vUjz3h8Mwiq88dHlrxpoGaW0y47tB-oxz1aVKYxZ3VuE9du78T_f9diGsoefcQoILODXcKydWjgsqj6/s400/14.jpg" /></a> James (in the front) owned the cat and taught us everything worth knowing about cheetahs, for instance that you should never change currency with them or buy anything from them. Big thanks to James for inviting us.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">James (nærmest) ejer katten og lærte os alt hvad der er værd at vide on cheetah'er; som fx. at man aldrig skal veksle sort med dem eller købe noget af dem.</span><br /><br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMwMORJ8Z5QtUgl5XpYwGQ1BkGxh8_D8B-xtnycbsUlmHTfB_h9o4TepNTrPaVRyOF_FwR-C9qpx-VQlZGVSgw0qHrG8b2aHz6gwFc8bkjpSGs9D4BhIhUKzf3corsTLhRmjNhP1YBDsuv/s1600/15.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550021325460377426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMwMORJ8Z5QtUgl5XpYwGQ1BkGxh8_D8B-xtnycbsUlmHTfB_h9o4TepNTrPaVRyOF_FwR-C9qpx-VQlZGVSgw0qHrG8b2aHz6gwFc8bkjpSGs9D4BhIhUKzf3corsTLhRmjNhP1YBDsuv/s400/15.jpg" /></a> The black spots would actually go off if you patted it too hard or washed it in too hot water. James never gave it zebra meat as it would start growing stripes.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">De sorte pletter ville blive visket af hvis man kælede den for hårdt eller vaskede den i for varmt vand. James fodrede den aldrig med zebrakøb, for så ville den blive stribet (o.n.; nåde....)</span><br /><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx4vO4_pJVGzkl735zDGbaQuBuBemLA92sn7jSoa79nCSuAZkX-oRu35_L1tfWEGXVNa4itY-rD1HSY8-mff20pqoXAFWiJtbRvIgjj8A6uYwbCU8iAhej8mpH8e9KRoUaPTDtXrVHZJHT/s1600/16.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550021320966856738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx4vO4_pJVGzkl735zDGbaQuBuBemLA92sn7jSoa79nCSuAZkX-oRu35_L1tfWEGXVNa4itY-rD1HSY8-mff20pqoXAFWiJtbRvIgjj8A6uYwbCU8iAhej8mpH8e9KRoUaPTDtXrVHZJHT/s400/16.jpg" /></a> As a bird expert I´d like to point out that the owl family is called “Bubo” in latin, because of the noisepolution they create. Bubo Scandiacus for instance is the Snow Owl. This is a Bubo Tuba, I believe, because of its brass-ish sound it produce to scare away fierce tribes.<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV5r1y6j-w6gpK47QgEQCuNip-T2-dcXR6vkMupGzRsIOY7KHqEURoSTxq3TbjX4WpMPGCYeGk29rhZztF1a9Do8f-6VGopMgSRmk11y3YHq4otLqoCn0SuQGzPje_Vra8R6mFTX2E_nki/s1600/18.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550021315313702242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV5r1y6j-w6gpK47QgEQCuNip-T2-dcXR6vkMupGzRsIOY7KHqEURoSTxq3TbjX4WpMPGCYeGk29rhZztF1a9Do8f-6VGopMgSRmk11y3YHq4otLqoCn0SuQGzPje_Vra8R6mFTX2E_nki/s400/18.jpg" /> </a><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV5r1y6j-w6gpK47QgEQCuNip-T2-dcXR6vkMupGzRsIOY7KHqEURoSTxq3TbjX4WpMPGCYeGk29rhZztF1a9Do8f-6VGopMgSRmk11y3YHq4otLqoCn0SuQGzPje_Vra8R6mFTX2E_nki/s1600/18.jpg"></a>Eddie the Eagle<br /><br /><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKnqekdqYpJpPRc2x02LYsK2HMel8_Yzb_M3REJLmIVCThVvMvHlGtehBD6J7V2tG5T91djncMBABO2TysT-8QIDkkZC7DFlnICgctCb0MvUPAkXCLtvWAIJRAfOqzgB85FGvY8oMXtcY6/s1600/19.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550019971636497746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKnqekdqYpJpPRc2x02LYsK2HMel8_Yzb_M3REJLmIVCThVvMvHlGtehBD6J7V2tG5T91djncMBABO2TysT-8QIDkkZC7DFlnICgctCb0MvUPAkXCLtvWAIJRAfOqzgB85FGvY8oMXtcY6/s400/19.jpg" /></a> Klaus was the born bird-man, he could speak fluently with all the birds James had in stock<br /><br /><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi95SNQat-1Rs557sLGrqrhTMORdJJ6NX9Ocu4nTer3WZRYRqc23RAgJvapBCNA7AkMtl04P6eaJgz5jjwi0_Fx-SihwsW0XpcpI-4gA7cM9qO9NW1QdpWm0GNY_lCzWNWyHiLzMZ176o2N/s1600/20.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550019967408690578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi95SNQat-1Rs557sLGrqrhTMORdJJ6NX9Ocu4nTer3WZRYRqc23RAgJvapBCNA7AkMtl04P6eaJgz5jjwi0_Fx-SihwsW0XpcpI-4gA7cM9qO9NW1QdpWm0GNY_lCzWNWyHiLzMZ176o2N/s400/20.jpg" /></a> JP, Pierre´s son, in eye-balling contest with Grant, as the bird was christened<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAwn0fbajjb3WR-LCAZVxNJAWDSiGanCMN6kouPy1bs78Uy6BkATwhkSoai4rkNmuUHx8W02rMXVnK4QoS5KTEL_lg7JCcOrSU1O1kE-_PHm9WLJgQHXqwW30aUi3wBLIfyHoF4P9q5Ae2/s1600/21.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550019965299159042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAwn0fbajjb3WR-LCAZVxNJAWDSiGanCMN6kouPy1bs78Uy6BkATwhkSoai4rkNmuUHx8W02rMXVnK4QoS5KTEL_lg7JCcOrSU1O1kE-_PHm9WLJgQHXqwW30aUi3wBLIfyHoF4P9q5Ae2/s400/21.jpg" /></a> Grant like to be patted in his neck.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Fuglen 'Grant' kunne lide at blive kløet i nakken.</span><br /></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUEmOwmO6_7XOfPt6a6ruYY1Kcup7UYkbNGuwfXNfg9c4NAVq28WaNguUE5tf9y3lD1W6AHegh9CO_s2VUOldL2HCFvePF4LOqN3irj556hgmOPBE4DZh8J7L7z1n9DQlxX9IddQUU6TuK/s1600/22.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550019961127593506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUEmOwmO6_7XOfPt6a6ruYY1Kcup7UYkbNGuwfXNfg9c4NAVq28WaNguUE5tf9y3lD1W6AHegh9CO_s2VUOldL2HCFvePF4LOqN3irj556hgmOPBE4DZh8J7L7z1n9DQlxX9IddQUU6TuK/s400/22.jpg" /></a> The cheetah bit, not much more than a mosquito bite, but way deadlier.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Cheetah-biddet ligner ikke mere end et myggestik, men kan være noget dødeligere.<br /></span></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtsfSA6n7rYqlVtupuzJgxw2gD7tONxCeSECEIHuBWVUrFN0gh449BaLa26Tk9Yvg_6YXpB6KvRfO2YCeqWbfxpK641P7vdsKJZuOmr63relTm05Nh_L2JOWjmDv-APZmS4gTrVmSg8DKh/s1600/23.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550019953507698674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtsfSA6n7rYqlVtupuzJgxw2gD7tONxCeSECEIHuBWVUrFN0gh449BaLa26Tk9Yvg_6YXpB6KvRfO2YCeqWbfxpK641P7vdsKJZuOmr63relTm05Nh_L2JOWjmDv-APZmS4gTrVmSg8DKh/s400/23.jpg" /></a> Recovering after the wild drillpress attack. In less than a week a cheetah almost bit off my arm and got my scull crushed by a drill press. Africa is really wild, wonder how it was before Bob Geldof saved it in the mid-eighties.<br /><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Jeg er ved at komme lig efter søjleboremaskineangrebet. På mindre end en uge bed en cheetah næsten min arm af og jeg har fået hovedet knust af et søjlebor. Afrika er virkelig vildt; gad vide hvordan her så var før Bob Geldorf reddede kontinentet der midt i 80'erne. </span></span></p>Kingcroesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18253276679665897331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624002233343625556.post-21407804771394332732010-12-10T10:13:00.012+01:002010-12-24T14:32:25.306+01:00Durban<div><p class="MsoNormal">I promised some words, at least halfway, so as your faithful entertainer here´s a small piece about the heroes and villains in this port town.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Durban is a fortress town, like most other South African smog holes. Not a fortress town because the Brits or Boers had fortresses there, but because of the Zimbabwization they´re working on in the country. The zimbawization-program includes boosting of corruption and incompetence, and with a richness of poverty and culture for violent crime it has had fantastic effects for the fencing and security industries. Everybody that can afford it fence themselves in, living in fortresses with at least barbed wire. A status symbol is electric fences on the top. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">The incompetence and corruption is very well implemented in the port system as well. Even crime they´ve been able to bring in. A key success factor to achieve this might been to employ people after race and gender rather the skills, but it´s so masterly done that I don´t feel qualified to make anymore speculations about this.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Anyhow, to get out my bike took a week, which of each day cost 100 dollars in storage. Though we had very good help from Ken Sink, our local host that knew the port it took this much time and efforts. It seemed to be no lack in rules they didn´t know quite how worked, except from that the rule made it hard to get out the cargo. When we finally could roll out the bike and check it we had spent 1500 dollars. A quick count up showed that they broken into the box and stolen tools and driving gear for another 1000 dollar. Fair enough, I can understand the stealing of tools, but to steal fairly worn out leathers is another thing. One of the pants stolen was from the sixties, and I had used it for the last 12 years, probably put on 150k kilometers on them so you can imagine the conditions.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">It doesn´t stop the world from spinning though, even if you could very well live without this extra expence at the end of the trip when funds are getting exhausted. Furthermore, Klaus bike got out of the port after just five days, and only half of the cost of mine. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">This was not the only highlight, Ken was also a very lovable man. Both skillful and knowledgeable about mechanics, as well as full of jokes and anecdotes.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>On top of this, the crate of parts from Denmark arrived in time and contained exactly what we´d asked for. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">This package contained the spirit of the ever helping Danish community of motorcyclists and others that care for what we do. Parts was gathered by the Mr “No doesn´t exist”-John Carlsen at JC Nimbus and Fin Ohlendorff . Soeren Groenbech and Claus Sibbesen got it sent as ship spares for a decent amount, and a lot others contributed financially due to Fin’s enthusiasm. Again it showed that you can always count on the goodwill of a handful of good friends rather than organizations.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">If you mix in the local help we got from Raybell Automotive Machining and a welder, and not to mention Ken Sink, the rebuild became fairly easy affair. For the engines Terry at Raybell did the heads, including guides on mine, and deglazed the blocks. On mine engine I had a dead main bearing, and a dying con rod, which we had all in stock. The clutch was also replaced as it had taken some hits by doing the Andes without a first gear. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Both sidecar boxes were welded up again for hopefully the last time, as well as Klaus sidecar chassis that had started to dissolve. After almost a month with mostly waiting we could finally hit the road again the 4<sup>th</sup> of December.<o:p></o:p></span></p></div><div>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><div><br /></div>I’ll make some boring text for the last two entries sometimes later. In the meantime enjoy some pictures with obese captions. The saying is that a picture says more than a thousand words, so at least there´s a few thousand words here.<br /><br /><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Tormod</span></i><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Jeg skriver lidt kedelig tekst til de seneste to indlæg senere. Imens kan I nyde lidt billeder med alt for store undertekster. Det påstås at et billede siger 1000 ord, så der er i det mindste et par tusinde ord her.</span></i><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSDmKW32C2hs8XfEfNKD0Xmd34ZQ4MliRfhJXHwj7YTJOGWmLY2ZDduObnO5AKg9vAnC2Wj9hwniB3Sc_OPZUyECCBIGAovt3cb4o1geUQDKdpZ9nliZxTl6iZ5LKo1_rj6efhOcQxyrOf/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548990007978293666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSDmKW32C2hs8XfEfNKD0Xmd34ZQ4MliRfhJXHwj7YTJOGWmLY2ZDduObnO5AKg9vAnC2Wj9hwniB3Sc_OPZUyECCBIGAovt3cb4o1geUQDKdpZ9nliZxTl6iZ5LKo1_rj6efhOcQxyrOf/s400/3.jpg" /></a>At least it was some big ships to look at down at the docks.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">I det mindste var der et par store skibe at se på nede ved havnen.</span></i></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhurSiccY5dwJqEg3C9PcMCBw_FiZk-ZaQ4ZtFPWHhCD77S1MROClbE2FR4WOA-YzbzT0wpkYoUlP1vEYaRH6uUZB4810SmsPuFGyKlGlQoa5t6qXw_wbN_5g3Rfxr700-SR3Hl32jpn6S_/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548989528181111234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhurSiccY5dwJqEg3C9PcMCBw_FiZk-ZaQ4ZtFPWHhCD77S1MROClbE2FR4WOA-YzbzT0wpkYoUlP1vEYaRH6uUZB4810SmsPuFGyKlGlQoa5t6qXw_wbN_5g3Rfxr700-SR3Hl32jpn6S_/s400/4.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGTALhibhS88evo3FGehC9UlH0D8BF3aDALbNHw0kro5anV8BcE4OLAHd2ynUjYNuyGwlc3kJRGDgcq6D2JIem2UyYF0Ai9OUKFegx3q1IORSHrKecUmpaxiM06gxGDDyzdaXywMBQAv9O/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548989520811288802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGTALhibhS88evo3FGehC9UlH0D8BF3aDALbNHw0kro5anV8BcE4OLAHd2ynUjYNuyGwlc3kJRGDgcq6D2JIem2UyYF0Ai9OUKFegx3q1IORSHrKecUmpaxiM06gxGDDyzdaXywMBQAv9O/s400/5.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBN4Kps4rqnISi-pBd_KlSPoKBiVlO60phiBAV-tR-JFXnm-OfOZDpfj1K7OjV10JP0hB7FYFHaos5zE9w6WeZF-4_gVULxozQk0mgV4j2Y7mrkRkGUGTTjttlajbW40b2fGE5clczNMzw/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548989514244339458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBN4Kps4rqnISi-pBd_KlSPoKBiVlO60phiBAV-tR-JFXnm-OfOZDpfj1K7OjV10JP0hB7FYFHaos5zE9w6WeZF-4_gVULxozQk0mgV4j2Y7mrkRkGUGTTjttlajbW40b2fGE5clczNMzw/s400/6.jpg" /></a>Ken Sink’s grandson with my bikes just after the bike was finally freed from the greedy thieves called port authorities. Ken was our very friendly host in Durban and made the stay nice despite the problems. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><i>Ken Sink's barnebarn med min mc kort efter maskinen omsider slap fri af grabberne på de grådige tyve man kalder havnemyndighederne. Ken var vores meget venlige vært i Durban, og gjorde det til et behageligt ophold trods problemerne.</i></span> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjon3gOWlk88kUrhcNK9jNunriHttkJIg-I4fOs8tTT9YqPywoMSC09J4LII0ItWHrPslA1VbGqAngcF25_dUa9LxFzGYgxf99lGw72CnKL3FZDTZ8nNiRyUrC4aob7p8nt7ECzXjGaTKrW/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548989509119084594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjon3gOWlk88kUrhcNK9jNunriHttkJIg-I4fOs8tTT9YqPywoMSC09J4LII0ItWHrPslA1VbGqAngcF25_dUa9LxFzGYgxf99lGw72CnKL3FZDTZ8nNiRyUrC4aob7p8nt7ECzXjGaTKrW/s400/7.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center">At the local classic bike club’s own house. Ken was in charge of the club and offered the members very good service.</div><div align="center"><p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Huset der tilhørte den lokale klub for klassiker motorcykler. Ken styrede klubben og var god til at hjælpe medlemmerne.</span></i></span></span></p> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3HJeNy4Oh-Z9qHl4drDbz4uovE812SJmNvBxhALH2hHIXB5V2oj8s7gE3DbIW41Z2dis1YEfbnLVl6m4k37-27HCBh1z985pqlxTSzaEhGSRrEv59wCpBs0FQsSeEL7xRchfUZjgNbstj/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548989509819505538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3HJeNy4Oh-Z9qHl4drDbz4uovE812SJmNvBxhALH2hHIXB5V2oj8s7gE3DbIW41Z2dis1YEfbnLVl6m4k37-27HCBh1z985pqlxTSzaEhGSRrEv59wCpBs0FQsSeEL7xRchfUZjgNbstj/s400/8.jpg" /></a>Container with spares. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><i>Container med reservedele.</i></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-o92PyRMMXddE6FEuR_HIcUPoVAuIiB6ni2IHJmRcLXZXzE3LhYCZCdRL3BIpQRa3L4QbOlraqFdWlpPWbVeQFjf9x-K3-dybsySxNcAUd507qwIlcOAfFeQfMqLUa82fIhg2wsyx76G5/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548988694535422882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-o92PyRMMXddE6FEuR_HIcUPoVAuIiB6ni2IHJmRcLXZXzE3LhYCZCdRL3BIpQRa3L4QbOlraqFdWlpPWbVeQFjf9x-K3-dybsySxNcAUd507qwIlcOAfFeQfMqLUa82fIhg2wsyx76G5/s400/9.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center">Indian, about 1915. Dug down in 1935 after a fatal accident. Recovered in the mid eighties.<br /></div><div align="center"><p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Indian, ca. 1915. Gravet ned i 1935 efter en dødsulykke. Bragt tilbage midt i firserne.</span></i></span></span></p><p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></i></span></span></p> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsSbxZec74uTqbFrey1H3rexQv9WekHEjSem1bvH07l3Y5b38I-02U7NvFkEFKGTs87Ox-rmu17lJgdMnzWxrN84j4tvPQ9_5Om2-twpsy2MND6_k9UZwZf1xF7f6lCKjGnPADbD89QzlR/s1600/10.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548988684633102674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsSbxZec74uTqbFrey1H3rexQv9WekHEjSem1bvH07l3Y5b38I-02U7NvFkEFKGTs87Ox-rmu17lJgdMnzWxrN84j4tvPQ9_5Om2-twpsy2MND6_k9UZwZf1xF7f6lCKjGnPADbD89QzlR/s400/10.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center">Note how all the alloy is gone.</div><div align="center"><p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Bemærk hvordan al aluminium er væk.</span></i></span></span></p><p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></i></span></span></p> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixgvT3t9sOF7TodDzRHt8bGtyIuoS5XKbNHLSaF_6ddkg6ZUOR0iVsH2HrZM3PkHzY50FkkhNEJAfoQXdDwKZ1Q4OAOa6Q8s92CsY7JGo55dhXoFzobkfvlElnfo38Rvw8ph0blGmwWVrT/s1600/11.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548988684308366018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixgvT3t9sOF7TodDzRHt8bGtyIuoS5XKbNHLSaF_6ddkg6ZUOR0iVsH2HrZM3PkHzY50FkkhNEJAfoQXdDwKZ1Q4OAOa6Q8s92CsY7JGo55dhXoFzobkfvlElnfo38Rvw8ph0blGmwWVrT/s400/11.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center">The engine for Ken´s Triumph.</div><div align="center"><p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Motoren til Ken's Triumph.</span></i></span></span></p><p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></i></span></span></p> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjod28VxCbTKnk6t12DfR7Yl9h2Bnd3KP9A-8ibNuGujD-jpcsXUFB_MB7feZeL7zUzxaUdWLrP_eBb3e34nUPAr7eCUKUKUR_eFrGNG2oOKpTYxSAyQau5l8QX5thQ6zip35TM_-ae_VKn/s1600/12.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548988680517611698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjod28VxCbTKnk6t12DfR7Yl9h2Bnd3KP9A-8ibNuGujD-jpcsXUFB_MB7feZeL7zUzxaUdWLrP_eBb3e34nUPAr7eCUKUKUR_eFrGNG2oOKpTYxSAyQau5l8QX5thQ6zip35TM_-ae_VKn/s400/12.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoKsBjLxJG3rtqez0k30g-tIK1FeKhnZ95z-flJicr3sjXaQ17pumyY748_uFwpUTSZFdzCFjCcCSY-ZpH_p1dJWrpqeOOY9G1DPf7EUHrZm8HLTToyGrElqRi6TDqYR_u4ByBlQNm1_vy/s1600/13.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548988677295224690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoKsBjLxJG3rtqez0k30g-tIK1FeKhnZ95z-flJicr3sjXaQ17pumyY748_uFwpUTSZFdzCFjCcCSY-ZpH_p1dJWrpqeOOY9G1DPf7EUHrZm8HLTToyGrElqRi6TDqYR_u4ByBlQNm1_vy/s400/13.jpg" /></a>The crate with our spares arrives from Denmark. Big thanks to all involved. It was great effort by a lot of persons, both when it came to gather the parts, pay for them and get them sent. All done by individuals without any support from organizations you might had expected that would do so.<br /></div><div align="center"><p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Kassen med vores reservedele ankommer fra Danmark. 1000 tak til alle involverede. Det var en stor indsats fra en masse folk, både da det gjaldt indsamling af stumper, betaling for dem og at få dem sendt. Alt sammen klaret af enkeltpersoner uden hjælp fra nogen organisationer man kunne forvente ville have hjulpet.</span></i></span></span></p> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">The following pictures is dedicated all Nimbus-experts and is brought to public so people can wank frantically and look at them. Just remember to cover up the keyboards and enjoy finding eight faults. The answer is below:</div><div align="center"><p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">De følgende fotos er dedikeret til alle Nimbuseksperter og hermed vist til offentligheden, så folk (censureret) over dem. Bare husk at dække tastaturet og ellers god fornøjelse med at finde 8 fejl (svar længere nede). </span></i></span></span> </p><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8OzmTrdTfmPNGOTIej7MhLqAzb9YxSI591rnTeeR6s1bmXypbDRcSiyl5b4XWFYrRlJa64PS50ajckPFoIoNfNdijb5ZuVdeCUALCpKrghNTHkR8qrBvaJGRbeYlFrezv1igjPk8lFDTH/s1600/14.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548988200255746530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8OzmTrdTfmPNGOTIej7MhLqAzb9YxSI591rnTeeR6s1bmXypbDRcSiyl5b4XWFYrRlJa64PS50ajckPFoIoNfNdijb5ZuVdeCUALCpKrghNTHkR8qrBvaJGRbeYlFrezv1igjPk8lFDTH/s400/14.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7FTXkZAVDXjjjb0im-mls5c_setmmRGjtQw4ooOq5q8EXcfTs-5z3TYZlWqbuDcsOOnTcvWvBRHlFf7I5eYfhEOGVXsh94wuFZZy8-NG04V15zw_W6A6S0ctfZtzpfdtjCveq6xSa26WO/s1600/15.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548988198380334450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7FTXkZAVDXjjjb0im-mls5c_setmmRGjtQw4ooOq5q8EXcfTs-5z3TYZlWqbuDcsOOnTcvWvBRHlFf7I5eYfhEOGVXsh94wuFZZy8-NG04V15zw_W6A6S0ctfZtzpfdtjCveq6xSa26WO/s400/15.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH8ZIq73OWwL-U6DtW6M788gfMzzWq_2t4Ah4WdsZqssPWMNLZ7L-1WzG8EWbE7UzOzmhseBwZ0fy2a0eVviQ3_tdJaSJUjV3s8f1W5Ncy-w4BT9YUJ47lQA5s_k-7NC-2dbaBq7iocEJQ/s1600/16.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548988192017508882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH8ZIq73OWwL-U6DtW6M788gfMzzWq_2t4Ah4WdsZqssPWMNLZ7L-1WzG8EWbE7UzOzmhseBwZ0fy2a0eVviQ3_tdJaSJUjV3s8f1W5Ncy-w4BT9YUJ47lQA5s_k-7NC-2dbaBq7iocEJQ/s400/16.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis3J7xt9beMyJ8fzqIswQfT7ivow1aRLfqbVRnJN_T6CMOJex3g3hOnWRYC6tEFik1a-e-k1adUjbyQa38cB_peYMrDi9Ao3wLV1T3_sCELSYM-vPEkMT-g2RgJjktre4714aRUTSbnotJ/s1600/17.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548988189138484050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis3J7xt9beMyJ8fzqIswQfT7ivow1aRLfqbVRnJN_T6CMOJex3g3hOnWRYC6tEFik1a-e-k1adUjbyQa38cB_peYMrDi9Ao3wLV1T3_sCELSYM-vPEkMT-g2RgJjktre4714aRUTSbnotJ/s400/17.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdbcx6iYJXlOJTzlOXY-bibEz_8qs7iTEjmkrd_nT3rGyp2cz1ZXKdTdsgVcgcUjytkm16eyRCywv5hwSZswaiVjPBSuw6TO73tHrjHIUiGGAX5EvzdVylJu4t4XclohvFLtyETyKBGLAa/s1600/18.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548988183728065106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdbcx6iYJXlOJTzlOXY-bibEz_8qs7iTEjmkrd_nT3rGyp2cz1ZXKdTdsgVcgcUjytkm16eyRCywv5hwSZswaiVjPBSuw6TO73tHrjHIUiGGAX5EvzdVylJu4t4XclohvFLtyETyKBGLAa/s400/18.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO2yw7WWVb6xarUaDQ0_irRJDwRFGSoRbVUrgYxCiWuQ-pCZAR2ykuOis_kq8hmBS4TNpX4odCCJSuvdL-DA139eICb-JecN3ehqQjSy-KZOQm1JLtUssc6l_8_Iajmlp3pcCAqav8uYev/s1600/19.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548987498239173170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO2yw7WWVb6xarUaDQ0_irRJDwRFGSoRbVUrgYxCiWuQ-pCZAR2ykuOis_kq8hmBS4TNpX4odCCJSuvdL-DA139eICb-JecN3ehqQjSy-KZOQm1JLtUssc6l_8_Iajmlp3pcCAqav8uYev/s400/19.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center">Answer: Snow White and the seven dwarfs is missing in the workshop.</div><div align="center"><p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Svar: Snehvide og de syv dværge er ikke på værkstedet.</span></i></span></span></p> </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSfRmnhf3EDk-2IvEjaw2a9KDkyq1JaGjYAjPRlunGN2MUV5hYxnsFbAtsyZkb-aZo20mklQFlo3zqvhGbe8rgME0sc61vnf4YiCPK4-msonZiO1XIih6eYjX_liZVTzPfd1nkpC3tMt_L/s1600/20.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548987493773005074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSfRmnhf3EDk-2IvEjaw2a9KDkyq1JaGjYAjPRlunGN2MUV5hYxnsFbAtsyZkb-aZo20mklQFlo3zqvhGbe8rgME0sc61vnf4YiCPK4-msonZiO1XIih6eYjX_liZVTzPfd1nkpC3tMt_L/s400/20.jpg" /></a> Checking the block after honing the evil spirits out of it.</div><div align="center"><p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Tjekning af blokken efter alle onder ånder er blevet honet ud af den.</span></i></span></span></p> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5n8jk8MnfjswQsJUT96Y9NwYDq9P-ZXL7nGffQE9vzcIV2xd1DnPCP1q5cPXH0M69ati7HVVzVdRsB6JkN48SDHPBXgKyfOZrVx4k475zs-WMjtJwf4bBYOJxEBoyH9KPLCFdOmvISWN-/s1600/21.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548987493280524802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5n8jk8MnfjswQsJUT96Y9NwYDq9P-ZXL7nGffQE9vzcIV2xd1DnPCP1q5cPXH0M69ati7HVVzVdRsB6JkN48SDHPBXgKyfOZrVx4k475zs-WMjtJwf4bBYOJxEBoyH9KPLCFdOmvISWN-/s400/21.jpg" /></a> Terry and his company Raybel did a magnificent machine job on heads and blocks, for free. This kind of people makes it worthwhile to travel around the world. Big thanks Terry!</div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Terry og hans firma Raybel lavede et meget fint stykke arbejde på topstykker og blokke, gratis. Det er den slags mennesker der gør det værd at rejse jorden rundt. Stor tak til Terry!</span></i></span></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibsW-cxwQ-en_7QOcgtLR5Qv7E64lTsNrU1dZI54c3_a3xnS5V8n5lat8kNqVFy_UgghD1jc6SVD06pIQVmmYWthtiU6OfvwY9UNF9UhRX46ZVJxw8EonsVzPPLF12Tc_B3bAgveQdjPK2/s1600/22.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548987484260482162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibsW-cxwQ-en_7QOcgtLR5Qv7E64lTsNrU1dZI54c3_a3xnS5V8n5lat8kNqVFy_UgghD1jc6SVD06pIQVmmYWthtiU6OfvwY9UNF9UhRX46ZVJxw8EonsVzPPLF12Tc_B3bAgveQdjPK2/s400/22.jpg" /></a> Ken at his best: in the workshop fixing stuff with his old Myford lathe. Ken was a man that was impossible to not love, helpful, kind and very knowledgeable in a broad range of subjects.</div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Ken når han er bedst; i værkstedet og i gang med at fixe dele på hans gamle Myford drejebænk. Ken er en mand det er umuligt ikke at holde af; hjælpsomvenlig og meget vidende om en masse forskellige ting.</span></i></span></div><div align="center"> <p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal"><br /></p></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoRTb2Xx2qa2HXbQAz3z2-BbDjWr1Np-2-OmZWRYiKMoUagwCNDpsefP4WbDzx7E87YD4I6vmJ5OiMjY3MaN93rAdUlH-dIOCvqPEh3uQjMYIPwgzN4vC0IGYgtudHKjvwhi_OLIg7ah_r/s1600/23.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548987485593806242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoRTb2Xx2qa2HXbQAz3z2-BbDjWr1Np-2-OmZWRYiKMoUagwCNDpsefP4WbDzx7E87YD4I6vmJ5OiMjY3MaN93rAdUlH-dIOCvqPEh3uQjMYIPwgzN4vC0IGYgtudHKjvwhi_OLIg7ah_r/s400/23.jpg" /></a> Bits and pieces, also called an abused engine for an obsolete bike that’ll soon be retired.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><i>Laser og pjalter, i form af en mishandlet motor fra en forældet motorcykel der snart skal pensioneres.</i></span></span></span></p> </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOYoTuCTpBFTZk0roE07JqQY2TZt7d7T0jXNwStPoOuPe3D2APrKyXic3jfEb-j5iU8aYPPiVNRp5bbXQT04GKYJljF2DwXHNAMTcCh9H8tBbLZPBbz4Ecqn0G2MjG7oEH48wloOioTp3y/s1600/24.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548984514006923250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOYoTuCTpBFTZk0roE07JqQY2TZt7d7T0jXNwStPoOuPe3D2APrKyXic3jfEb-j5iU8aYPPiVNRp5bbXQT04GKYJljF2DwXHNAMTcCh9H8tBbLZPBbz4Ecqn0G2MjG7oEH48wloOioTp3y/s400/24.jpg" /></a> If you choose the right Nimbus dealer you won´t only get good nimbus parts and service, you´ll also get Nimbus candies. And who´s the right? The one and only John Carlsen at <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.jcnimbus.dk">JC Nimbus</a>. He has never let me down and supported me from way before anybody even believed in what I was doing.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Hvis du vælger den rigtige Nimbusforhandler, får du ikke bare gode Nimbusstumper og god service, men også Nimbus slik. Og hvem står dér til venstre? Den eneste ene John Carlsen fra JC Nimbus. Han svigtede mig aldrig og støttede hele vejen fra før jeg selv vidste hvad jeg havde gang i.</span></i></span></span></p> </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLgJHmve_xNkqPEPSIxJmAj_6gH62mZyXGULLnmovdQxh6oAaS1TZLbEHsoRppTdThuCkQTOlO4jjwFIooOY-uvydAql1CfsM2kUfB-3PmmelM5fBL4lR4Hy7pipn-Xk6LIRUN8wtI8s_T/s1600/25.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548984513517051138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLgJHmve_xNkqPEPSIxJmAj_6gH62mZyXGULLnmovdQxh6oAaS1TZLbEHsoRppTdThuCkQTOlO4jjwFIooOY-uvydAql1CfsM2kUfB-3PmmelM5fBL4lR4Hy7pipn-Xk6LIRUN8wtI8s_T/s400/25.jpg" /></a> The front wheel getting relaced for the 4th time or so. Now the entire hub was ready to go back to nature and was replaced. The good thing was that new tires was sponsored by <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.lazyboyz.no">Intercontact</a> so there was at least some positive things associated with the wheels this time.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><i>Forhjulet bliver opegret for fjerde gang eller så. Denne gang var hele navet klar til at blive kremeet, og blev derfor udskiftet. Heldigvis var dækkene sponsoreret af Intercontact (forbindelse via ordet i den engelske tekst), så der var i det mindste noget positivt forbundet med hjulet denne gang.</i></span></span></span></p> </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNgJFDJLkpjlVh4QbS8J54Lq5tY3lbMkPJIwgo-e_62ZJdlXzNDlmw-B14AbQBtVC5w0MhPwDmqKF9yG02BI8M-J9MLtEx_xdh8kvteqtpN4zRAGdI9KRHRNtBTfVwc8z3qnbkxuKM4eOH/s1600/26.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548984507480025426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNgJFDJLkpjlVh4QbS8J54Lq5tY3lbMkPJIwgo-e_62ZJdlXzNDlmw-B14AbQBtVC5w0MhPwDmqKF9yG02BI8M-J9MLtEx_xdh8kvteqtpN4zRAGdI9KRHRNtBTfVwc8z3qnbkxuKM4eOH/s400/26.jpg" /></a> However, the continuous relacing and beating has started to make the rim crack. Big thanks to Clive welded it so it´ll hopefully go home again, as well as a lot of other weld jobs that needed to be done. Very skilled man and interesting character that did all the work as charity to needing Norwegians. Big thanks for the efforts!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Men altså, den gentagne opegring og de tæv fælgen har taget fik den til at slå revner. Mange tak til Clive der svejsede den – og mange andre tilng - så den forhåbentlig kan klare resten af turen hjem. En meget dygtig mand og en interessant type, som gjorde arbejdet som hjælp til os Nordmænd I Nød. Mange tak for indsatsen!</span></i></span></span></p> </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgePb81cpvnEpbwF-Qw4-rDdhEc-AGy8_Vxa3fEdxiZit0osuHiW2lM7TCBNTEEaW4lq95G3O0lOwarGS4gKbKLBqpyy2AdHfpOarc5yeNSj4GQO_fRL4x6GplATE3QjcgOHdXCYbVEUU44/s1600/27.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548984504733351650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgePb81cpvnEpbwF-Qw4-rDdhEc-AGy8_Vxa3fEdxiZit0osuHiW2lM7TCBNTEEaW4lq95G3O0lOwarGS4gKbKLBqpyy2AdHfpOarc5yeNSj4GQO_fRL4x6GplATE3QjcgOHdXCYbVEUU44/s400/27.jpg" /></a> Clive.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPwCR6gUFLXOD4epgEs43Edc5erPEV7fH8HRTu8JkI-6vdO7AMwrBQ5cvyt4Wfx1X3Tf0pibZ6in4cZ5AiCVHtcx_Q_M7kIlbuTTBS40_q2fRQ9qRKYMIVz3wZNJavWpCw1SAByMDp397-/s1600/28.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548984501283411394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPwCR6gUFLXOD4epgEs43Edc5erPEV7fH8HRTu8JkI-6vdO7AMwrBQ5cvyt4Wfx1X3Tf0pibZ6in4cZ5AiCVHtcx_Q_M7kIlbuTTBS40_q2fRQ9qRKYMIVz3wZNJavWpCw1SAByMDp397-/s400/28.jpg" /></a> I was hit by a wild South African drillpress so my entire face cracked and bled like that flood they talk about in the bible, had to be sown together by loose bits and pieces of the face we found all over the workshop. Here I´ve found some thinner to relieve the tremendous pain and traumas that rid me.</div></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><i>Jeg blev ramt af et vildt sydafrikansk søjlebor og fik en flænge der fik det at bløde helt i stil med den der historie fra biblen. Det blev så syet sammen med de løse stykker og stumper ansigt der lå rundt omkring på værkstedet. Her har jeg fundet lidt fortynder til at afhjælpe de smerter og traumer jeg har pådraget mig.</i></span></span></span></p> </div>Kingcroesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18253276679665897331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624002233343625556.post-80028611615199970052010-12-08T09:08:00.014+01:002010-12-08T10:36:24.218+01:00Santos: Shipping from hell to the darkest pit of hell<div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Everybody told us shipping from Brazil was hard, mostly due to corruption, bureaucracy and ill-willing custom officers. But how bad could it really be, to get in overland was so pleasant, non-corrupt and efficient.<br /><br />I knew the sailing schedule for Eukor´s M/V Morning Champion, which suited well, from Santos in the middle of the October and reaching Durban, South Africa a couple of weeks later. Eukor, partly owned by the very serious and good shipping company Wallenius Wilhelmsen, responded quickly on emails, quoted fair prices and claimed they could handle the papers.<br /><br />While in Curitiba I called up Gerson at Eukor, and then things wasn´t easy anymore. We needed a freight forwarder after all to obtain a “loading permit”. It took two days for Eukor to find out this after calling them, and several weeks since I asked them first time by mail.<br /><br />The freight forwarder recommended by Eukor was full of goodwill, but that was all he was full of. And the goodwill really didn´t stick too deep. However, rescue was at bay and he´s name was Christopher Ulf, a Danish friend of the Madalossis. He was exporting meat and had a trustworthy freight forwarder up in Santos.<br /><br />Andre, that was running the freight forwarding company with his brother was also full of goodwill, which stuck way deeper than the guy Eukor recommended. We headed up to Santos a rainy day and arrived in the city center.<br /><br />The first street I walked in the search for a public telephone was full of ran down buildings, housing ran down bars with, of course, ran down customers. With the same frequency as the bars there were ran down hookers standing in ran down staircases and invited you to paradise, if paradise for you meant a roll in the hay with a toothless hooker that could suck a bowling ball through a garden hose. At least it meant we were in the right town, only a major port town can offer this spectacle.<br /><br />Andre, he´s brother and some friends met us in their office when we finally found out where it was. Andre was straight out about his fee, and that the process was mayhem. I frowned a bit about the price, but seeing later how much work it was to get the stinking red tape in place it was a modest price.<br /><br />Andre didn´t just take care of the shipping, unlikely all other agents I´ve dealt with (except our customs agent in Masan, Mr. Lee) he helped us find a cheap place to stay, and invited us for a football match, BBQ and beer the next day. It was never any no when it came to practical assistance either.<br /><br />I´ll leave out the most of the process here. It´s not pleasant to either read or write about. It was pretty much a week of stress, a bureaucracy on par with India but with European prices and broken promises by our not so good friend Gerson in Eukor that raised the price with 66% after the bike was delivered on the terminal, and then making himself unreachable.<br /><br />The heroes in the story of Santos became Andre and his brother Alexandre, which only did not sort the shipping, but made everything they could to help us out regardless of office hours. (for some practical hints on shipping from Brazil see text below pictures)<br /><br />Tormod<br /><br /></span><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXk1s_uCmunj7mFeJEh69Pzqa6cnZO9MJfoYALQhsWZtI7xuMpZHDMljw39_Kfq4BbfH6QH_bZKMXsRiXXj8CBoYSSXCEle5DCdDefwDaVyJz4f_mnUU0qZuBgtkfLFAN6w7aVyPhA-zvM/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548223419106206674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXk1s_uCmunj7mFeJEh69Pzqa6cnZO9MJfoYALQhsWZtI7xuMpZHDMljw39_Kfq4BbfH6QH_bZKMXsRiXXj8CBoYSSXCEle5DCdDefwDaVyJz4f_mnUU0qZuBgtkfLFAN6w7aVyPhA-zvM/s400/1.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Arrival in Santos, gathered at our agent´s office. We knew it was going to be a bad process, but it was worse than expected. The only positive thing I can find is that our agent, Andre, his brother Alexandre and friends were very helpful and serious, and also helped us out with finding places to stay, entertaining us and transporting us<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk_Vvr1ZB_zqXVYvqGdrr0UbwPQUF_Md0nHSfQ11ueBr92BPlJaucDyI72KIaQ8Jq6ToCmq9GUuGl-7Smf8VCaeBE2-2LPp3osX81fMZxbCM1taA53H5e4iRNTF6QKlAFyJcBuYvtQ8gSd/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548222726417447570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk_Vvr1ZB_zqXVYvqGdrr0UbwPQUF_Md0nHSfQ11ueBr92BPlJaucDyI72KIaQ8Jq6ToCmq9GUuGl-7Smf8VCaeBE2-2LPp3osX81fMZxbCM1taA53H5e4iRNTF6QKlAFyJcBuYvtQ8gSd/s400/2.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Andre, his brother and friends took us to their weekly soccer gathering. It was mostly an excuse for drinking and bbq’ing, so we caught some interest in football too. Here´s the bartender at the football match pouring the local speciality, which made the soccer great fun<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHDe8HP1-kog3kb0UsqvU_nCsxMXm3rv6LXfRSWJrnTDug01_5uPJ3GzgtGfQKF50PKorar2SwmnKh5upMaS-9MLdSFIuMTLJLwVzTM7Si6Y_O-DcLErgaNZhOQXi3E7oIKf62ugmNcQk7/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548222718543527778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHDe8HP1-kog3kb0UsqvU_nCsxMXm3rv6LXfRSWJrnTDug01_5uPJ3GzgtGfQKF50PKorar2SwmnKh5upMaS-9MLdSFIuMTLJLwVzTM7Si6Y_O-DcLErgaNZhOQXi3E7oIKf62ugmNcQk7/s400/3.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Andre´s big brother, literally, and business partner. Performing a dance to celebrate a refill<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXjgHUacaUVdHMZuPgrU856xssApSpxPkOJ1PvE8hRmmAtqg0f1Czn6qdHuJsyNX6F8t_Yb0osDQlmLe62LSgerXApOUG0mmBR25LZ5Zpa7JTJdRsAPD3dMpMyvHnv7iRus57C1YBtoMam/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548222717832086722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXjgHUacaUVdHMZuPgrU856xssApSpxPkOJ1PvE8hRmmAtqg0f1Czn6qdHuJsyNX6F8t_Yb0osDQlmLe62LSgerXApOUG0mmBR25LZ5Zpa7JTJdRsAPD3dMpMyvHnv7iRus57C1YBtoMam/s400/4.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Alexandre<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0WENCvp1oo02HvlYDbOTKDiq36njOp-pMFbmLBbyTyxv1KqRap_DICRUrINbTCMRuxUBYpy9SgtqI8vUrRK18hQOKy63PQJBMhXPd9HlWkV8RzPReCbPV1yqJ4_DEhvA7c8rr9YAZ_z6z/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548222708577119154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0WENCvp1oo02HvlYDbOTKDiq36njOp-pMFbmLBbyTyxv1KqRap_DICRUrINbTCMRuxUBYpy9SgtqI8vUrRK18hQOKy63PQJBMhXPd9HlWkV8RzPReCbPV1yqJ4_DEhvA7c8rr9YAZ_z6z/s400/5.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Andre was more into bbq than soccer, like most of us<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi20rboNJcn_CTn7HZkagzxbj2Ku13ZOrr1TodSP6sDlCun4_led3jcEo2Wn_t89LkWXe6i3Wic8YxVXkZ2GFnijhzGktlW4X7i80hBdXr4n2lLvSqO3CK1IGulqObNV-XU39syLTmKCHSz/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548222703700931282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi20rboNJcn_CTn7HZkagzxbj2Ku13ZOrr1TodSP6sDlCun4_led3jcEo2Wn_t89LkWXe6i3Wic8YxVXkZ2GFnijhzGktlW4X7i80hBdXr4n2lLvSqO3CK1IGulqObNV-XU39syLTmKCHSz/s400/6.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />One of the kids, one day he´ll become a great beer drinker and soccer player<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhG6gZd8TjKPcf0VlnFgQfydWmTe3WhBnHAgrBWO7cQUA7FSop2gdIexFv8AEmyBCR_L0j_S6o8UsQC_3rvyfjdFS70R2puRS4KSFhmJXtLJXI2BnmZwZHZJX1Lccn2kymv7pUIJ9fCRna/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548222156116050162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhG6gZd8TjKPcf0VlnFgQfydWmTe3WhBnHAgrBWO7cQUA7FSop2gdIexFv8AEmyBCR_L0j_S6o8UsQC_3rvyfjdFS70R2puRS4KSFhmJXtLJXI2BnmZwZHZJX1Lccn2kymv7pUIJ9fCRna/s400/7.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Santos were thrown on the beach beneath some mountains, so it was popular to go out from the mountains and to the beach by paragliders<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlM24iEI3_3YqBmfWH2w81XpHdGf6M1l_cSXpnzNssCQ6i55af4Kf-pSugQjHdpMzFCVs9EWbMZntiW1tWTc7idnd-s1Y40tk0stotcFfFNE6LwqVoxLDLk70BEP19_wVBuBiFhiZZ7VgN/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548222149433724098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlM24iEI3_3YqBmfWH2w81XpHdGf6M1l_cSXpnzNssCQ6i55af4Kf-pSugQjHdpMzFCVs9EWbMZntiW1tWTc7idnd-s1Y40tk0stotcFfFNE6LwqVoxLDLk70BEP19_wVBuBiFhiZZ7VgN/s400/8.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />The wall<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNapJAnQZYV-UzCj9NH96pjyy54PzNK7tuzo-FSOSiLDbIyK5j9IXKvHTC3w9ELJc5Z1He27mtbPASW8vTldsmSxFcAOJP3dXnMRz0AUJPPvpG5qxQqX9HIjnaJV9hNeSC572w2NWCrmH2/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548222142158236162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNapJAnQZYV-UzCj9NH96pjyy54PzNK7tuzo-FSOSiLDbIyK5j9IXKvHTC3w9ELJc5Z1He27mtbPASW8vTldsmSxFcAOJP3dXnMRz0AUJPPvpG5qxQqX9HIjnaJV9hNeSC572w2NWCrmH2/s400/9.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Skaters with heavy duty skate boards<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIjGtLoc9pBNXWsG_kwrAcDYUSVN3wqJRduXbIQONMmLja1yPXvrZoakWAZ01YtEdat3gi2fpEm9ogi6uLcKfLuCjGL2tUiNhuaeS8LI58GmHYYT4P8eGknARO9FD0ZfFnjVVuHAPm3jTC/s1600/10.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548222131592622066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIjGtLoc9pBNXWsG_kwrAcDYUSVN3wqJRduXbIQONMmLja1yPXvrZoakWAZ01YtEdat3gi2fpEm9ogi6uLcKfLuCjGL2tUiNhuaeS8LI58GmHYYT4P8eGknARO9FD0ZfFnjVVuHAPm3jTC/s400/10.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />They were quite good, and jump around like kangaroos<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBjkrySllJZhapfWoBULl1l48KtSBHPHmp5nlUE23BsUzCdXZ_yMi_wCOXsEM4Z5IiVN4906HPAj0Zgp_d-Vcoot6i9l4YhLvckLiPa3nLTtK2yTc3M8M1U0ziV0jv8Q9xJCgWGo1uHQpt/s1600/11.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548222133387825474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBjkrySllJZhapfWoBULl1l48KtSBHPHmp5nlUE23BsUzCdXZ_yMi_wCOXsEM4Z5IiVN4906HPAj0Zgp_d-Vcoot6i9l4YhLvckLiPa3nLTtK2yTc3M8M1U0ziV0jv8Q9xJCgWGo1uHQpt/s400/11.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Another skater<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyQjYc06FmIlo_k4_ykMP7-cHukhn1pCVfawFr5LTtThhfYCxm21x3uNvN0sUP_MQAQxH2M1Dkno8iRGG67MwJVc4U0y3TaqtUoSv6erZ9o1IyDZuFemZJjuyilbzRbxq5YWvnbb54yuw4/s1600/12.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548221668473861586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyQjYc06FmIlo_k4_ykMP7-cHukhn1pCVfawFr5LTtThhfYCxm21x3uNvN0sUP_MQAQxH2M1Dkno8iRGG67MwJVc4U0y3TaqtUoSv6erZ9o1IyDZuFemZJjuyilbzRbxq5YWvnbb54yuw4/s400/12.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Poor man on scooter<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSaXvCXSdnYQxGyA3ldPQWeJ_Lcee73Xv8IsaeoZ4_VZ5dIoPlH3uLgrxWVMHIrYGftQnwzVJudZUAChFh0Ejc9I6wwdtsJxll7gaa-s9ohxBmGPbMGWHc40nFYbDvUANigg_BqzXPWIRR/s1600/13.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548221660402534130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSaXvCXSdnYQxGyA3ldPQWeJ_Lcee73Xv8IsaeoZ4_VZ5dIoPlH3uLgrxWVMHIrYGftQnwzVJudZUAChFh0Ejc9I6wwdtsJxll7gaa-s9ohxBmGPbMGWHc40nFYbDvUANigg_BqzXPWIRR/s400/13.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Election time, so every corner in Brazil is polluted with pictures of corrupt people. Most likely, most of the posters should rather been wanted posters<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbUVOTPCTBgEk1jtM0OiPQu5Oyd0SVJyEUWUwXVsuXndeRtszm37TexeY3Ye8raaM3ijf67tGHdbCPPJAbFpkRs-e8WNjrcSEcSxfHEyVrtxF-Nn91D5qFb4copMVQ1OMYFV5JNHNjldE0/s1600/14.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548221654936298194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbUVOTPCTBgEk1jtM0OiPQu5Oyd0SVJyEUWUwXVsuXndeRtszm37TexeY3Ye8raaM3ijf67tGHdbCPPJAbFpkRs-e8WNjrcSEcSxfHEyVrtxF-Nn91D5qFb4copMVQ1OMYFV5JNHNjldE0/s400/14.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Old classic Mercedes. Few diesels make this nice smoke<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPR2ESmEHUrz0wv8PnvTlB9A7K4N0efbV-Xs2rmUs-Rztd_4WwKRwLvJgr72INRtGF5DozexUv0jKuAoiDuZHDs1dWXS6S1ir-g39ufPbsah3muSBT37wMe46psARMbSThomGGqrDvL-mz/s1600/15.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548221652492239474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPR2ESmEHUrz0wv8PnvTlB9A7K4N0efbV-Xs2rmUs-Rztd_4WwKRwLvJgr72INRtGF5DozexUv0jKuAoiDuZHDs1dWXS6S1ir-g39ufPbsah3muSBT37wMe46psARMbSThomGGqrDvL-mz/s400/15.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Containers, what more to say<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw37FcZjIklnxcMKXcVBo12xbnVT6Wo4C_d1IhYPx_-q5eSK9JUsIsEOWLZzC4VfxnHr7XugEJ1p7gQccCnvVz8J9ovr17ahxIIqJdqVl7sgXYdeas0kFq37Skz940OiaDaa1Ehregn9_f/s1600/16.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548221648785007074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw37FcZjIklnxcMKXcVBo12xbnVT6Wo4C_d1IhYPx_-q5eSK9JUsIsEOWLZzC4VfxnHr7XugEJ1p7gQccCnvVz8J9ovr17ahxIIqJdqVl7sgXYdeas0kFq37Skz940OiaDaa1Ehregn9_f/s400/16.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />One of the buildings in the coffee trading area, Santos could offer everything from beautiful architecture to run down favellas<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7UsxAHKHJPExgOYXjumzUZmzFhhhjqzVymaxV9cs6yAvrH4HQCasOOuVvywUedLSYwh80J4ZaxKotS-O7rmvgBDLCvvsZxyDY1PjMX5jHjkEw0AdJJeL1nEzpZqDumQ3_e-wNhXHe_Hs8/s1600/17.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548221125304510386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7UsxAHKHJPExgOYXjumzUZmzFhhhjqzVymaxV9cs6yAvrH4HQCasOOuVvywUedLSYwh80J4ZaxKotS-O7rmvgBDLCvvsZxyDY1PjMX5jHjkEw0AdJJeL1nEzpZqDumQ3_e-wNhXHe_Hs8/s400/17.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />The entrance to the coffee trading building<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtY1UeOH7zlNqGO96dzKm9u3qbB0pfNwsXz63VEuxntCTz0gu_eEKZlPcJtmQKhNtQebTYRYmMzlEAha5x8MV4qPO1F7sjtGMVS3RHy3IcSCHTNuu6RWJYcTYaC7xRDQXfDGsqJO4TR7Vx/s1600/18.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548221114408390770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtY1UeOH7zlNqGO96dzKm9u3qbB0pfNwsXz63VEuxntCTz0gu_eEKZlPcJtmQKhNtQebTYRYmMzlEAha5x8MV4qPO1F7sjtGMVS3RHy3IcSCHTNuu6RWJYcTYaC7xRDQXfDGsqJO4TR7Vx/s400/18.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />It was also a popular spot for wedding pictures, here´s some new weds arriving in a classic car<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYSJvQSlAYw1ufB3f0KW8Q6smaD66oA1yYxfvxZysvf4QxynzohZwAXjUA-1nRqwVBsQtF329gdx3MsoEylacGXxhYEU8NV24a4aw88XRCpmC-jDivGVgNmFeHmh-Q3rjR315ziGvQ42z5/s1600/19.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548221116654458402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYSJvQSlAYw1ufB3f0KW8Q6smaD66oA1yYxfvxZysvf4QxynzohZwAXjUA-1nRqwVBsQtF329gdx3MsoEylacGXxhYEU8NV24a4aw88XRCpmC-jDivGVgNmFeHmh-Q3rjR315ziGvQ42z5/s400/19.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />The beach in Santos by night<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSfrDawbUsMokx_-MSW3hpqJCxCCzJBB1noWKLfmxx3TxYpWcmUhkj7Df7m09IYKaTykJOM9Wt7qCif5R1MpjZ5LuLTRdAKm4nQVhj9z0MbIPjJPY8LIdvhf6DfVpvuY2jz6nAxXvCM0YQ/s1600/20.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548221106303553314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSfrDawbUsMokx_-MSW3hpqJCxCCzJBB1noWKLfmxx3TxYpWcmUhkj7Df7m09IYKaTykJOM9Wt7qCif5R1MpjZ5LuLTRdAKm4nQVhj9z0MbIPjJPY8LIdvhf6DfVpvuY2jz6nAxXvCM0YQ/s400/20.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Andre poses on the bikes before we deliver it on the terminal, a process that took us about 4 hours due to a very developed bureaucracy<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig_SdVj3avr6i7VP0JoOg5yv0racF6o2OBbx9EdrWSFzvdXVQA0d8A9kJ_LCtfHYlpnY-hyoHrkd3703HQprzrfTJIWfuphSi43KZi1KANUtiad0h4SpAG3tCGJj_Vfr6ylggrt_4TdNom/s1600/21.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548221105758310914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig_SdVj3avr6i7VP0JoOg5yv0racF6o2OBbx9EdrWSFzvdXVQA0d8A9kJ_LCtfHYlpnY-hyoHrkd3703HQprzrfTJIWfuphSi43KZi1KANUtiad0h4SpAG3tCGJj_Vfr6ylggrt_4TdNom/s400/21.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Celebrating delivery of the bike with mussels with rice in a small fishing village<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU8N1zbCS5lGPvEM-HE6LpRVx3eyxUnmdv-id4hMqtY6YYkDtRuPJ-KEKI00lDXFb55SkzlzUhD1sOz67HZOgMPiv537VHFGApTXFIONiEbpHGxGMTAnurvRUANcTCfTz7u8B-5tvw2n4O/s1600/22.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548220749773448914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU8N1zbCS5lGPvEM-HE6LpRVx3eyxUnmdv-id4hMqtY6YYkDtRuPJ-KEKI00lDXFb55SkzlzUhD1sOz67HZOgMPiv537VHFGApTXFIONiEbpHGxGMTAnurvRUANcTCfTz7u8B-5tvw2n4O/s400/22.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Like you find kids playing cricket everywhere in Pakistan, you find kids playing soccer on every corner and beach in brazil<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk8snTVevAUO-KcC-SaUeJz7E15Pq6ChbJ7KF_HPAN507QGl-XSID3Olb6nLrUHZW2vb2QCFhYCSKEkDFx6joJI6E-OJ9GAmNHhUaIHTWSHu-0XG309hAxNKAp9xKCS5L5AAo1r6SfkvWM/s1600/23.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548220742815218834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk8snTVevAUO-KcC-SaUeJz7E15Pq6ChbJ7KF_HPAN507QGl-XSID3Olb6nLrUHZW2vb2QCFhYCSKEkDFx6joJI6E-OJ9GAmNHhUaIHTWSHu-0XG309hAxNKAp9xKCS5L5AAo1r6SfkvWM/s400/23.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />One of the container harbors in Santos<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBwOoD7e7ztYMdtM5zjPxIx14ixbaX_zKqhpMk87aUlXdJivum85vxLD_rhiQVNpncqk5NqFsWLizNkY7FTogBoJZRrU-TVSc_c0tM07SzUr7d_EgVXsK1tl-ansKgcyKkUQKZasxnmPc_/s1600/24.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548220737560807474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBwOoD7e7ztYMdtM5zjPxIx14ixbaX_zKqhpMk87aUlXdJivum85vxLD_rhiQVNpncqk5NqFsWLizNkY7FTogBoJZRrU-TVSc_c0tM07SzUr7d_EgVXsK1tl-ansKgcyKkUQKZasxnmPc_/s400/24.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />A lot of flour get exported from Santos, brazil has become one of the big exporters of grains in the world<br /><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548220734333014354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsygFSUYkVF_C1ZyOiS1stvJi0zjL1q2OgZuEUgk14jrQfeXnLyNAeO8CsUqSrr3TYC4uHJjL47hkR6hwVjFLcY1-rB4xJidZ0iPHkj1ckcWR-wvyLR3F6IPwcAZJcSsgP08LM4tmPH6vU/s400/25.jpg" /> <p align="center"><br />Train on the harbor<br /><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU4CZoA9rlNf7URbuos6ymwiA5XcAM7hz49vSHDKoxdVetTyzmqyzH6rrJ6u1Assn7pAtDU1tz9hOCQEj2PQO8BBVsAb2ChcSSMe7Dxbb2hShibjg9sTGlAURueohHJoiTBBpsOvO1S9zM/s1600/26.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548227575043229330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU4CZoA9rlNf7URbuos6ymwiA5XcAM7hz49vSHDKoxdVetTyzmqyzH6rrJ6u1Assn7pAtDU1tz9hOCQEj2PQO8BBVsAb2ChcSSMe7Dxbb2hShibjg9sTGlAURueohHJoiTBBpsOvO1S9zM/s400/26.jpg" /> </a></p><p align="center">At last beet together with Andre and his brother before leaving Santos</p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"><br />***Some practical information on shipping from Brazil***<br />First and foremost: I do NOT recommend to ship anything from Brazil. Argentina is said to be way easier, but it´s hard to find a ro-ro ship from Buenos Aires.<br />Second: If you do attempt to ship from Brazil, I strongly recommend to:<br /><br />1. First get in touch with Andre and Alexandre, running Sansouth Shipping in Santos (<a href="mailto:andre@sansouth.com.br">andre@sansouth.com.br</a>). I got nothing negative to say about these boys, they treat a one off customer equally to a big customer and help you out with practical things while you´re in town. It´s very rare to find a freight forwarder as good as Andre in terms of price/service/honesty<br /><br />2. Stay away from the shipping company Eukor and Mr. Gerson Furlaneto. He was easy to get in touch with all the way till you went down to business. After delivering the bike on the terminal with no chance to get it back he also raised the price by 66% and then disappeared.<br /><br />3. Be aware of terminal charges. The ro-ro terminal charge per ten day periods, which means if you stay for one day you still pay for 10 days, if you keep your vehicle there for 11 days, you pay for twenty. Bottom line is that you can save a lot of money by timing it so you deliver it the same day as the ship loads. You´ll also reduce the risk of something going wrong with your bike during loading by driving it yourself.<br /><br />4. Expect at least a week in advance for finishing the documents. The process includes getting a loading permit, and to get this requires certified copies of all your documents, including all pages of your passport, blank and stamped ones (go figure…), doing the chicken dance naked on the city square and God knows what bizarre things you have to do to get it. It´s here you need a capable guy like Andre to help you out<br /><br />5. Carry a deep wallet and be mentally prepared to dig deep in it. Really deep, so deep that you tickle the devils horns at the bottom. Just to copy you passport, which is completely bullshit, cost you easily 50 USD. Do not be surprised if the process cost you 1500-2000 dollars, plus the ocean freight.<br /><br />So, after reading this and you still feel for shipping your bike from Brazil, do contact Andre at <a href="mailto:andre@sansouth.com.br">andre@sansouth.com.br</a> He is a very good lad and freight forwarder, based on my experience. He will be able to assist you with both ro-ro and container freight and estimate a realistic cost for you. Based on what I saw he´s cut of the cake was modest compared to the rest of the involved. And better yet; he always kept his word. I do NOT have any financial interest in routing customers to Andre, but he did such a good job opposed to everybody else involved that I really recommend using him. </p>Kingcroesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18253276679665897331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624002233343625556.post-1990765421263817192010-11-16T08:16:00.006+01:002010-11-16T08:46:31.797+01:00Curitiba, Brazil<div align="left">Curitiba was indeed the high light for me in Brazil. Taken care of by the Madalosso brothers, which seemed to know everybody in town, visiting my old colleagues and seeing some heavy machinery and equipment at the Aker Solutions factory in town, eating the best food in ages, looking at old junk and driving bulldozer. It hardly get any better than this.<br /><br />Thanks a lot to everybody that we spent time with us, helped us and entertained us. Please drop me an email all of you as I miss a lot of your email addresses.<br /><br /><br />Tormod<br />tormod.amlien@gmail.com<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgueuNjZVAwiRvi53hj-6fNIP5z4rInTh-61UV845LUAFKDy-0VYf6Etf0K2SxUDKFpPAVRdWulIjl_OQQEU_OkfydtQuSk6wBfv7FbBMJRAvtxFeVDLj9THKLSFvRP6-SmDAHqp5_9kNEO/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540049710815533714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgueuNjZVAwiRvi53hj-6fNIP5z4rInTh-61UV845LUAFKDy-0VYf6Etf0K2SxUDKFpPAVRdWulIjl_OQQEU_OkfydtQuSk6wBfv7FbBMJRAvtxFeVDLj9THKLSFvRP6-SmDAHqp5_9kNEO/s400/1.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Isadora, the sister of the infamous Madalosso brothers. Isadora is very pretty, and even better she’s a doctor. If I could find a wife this pretty and with this well paid profession I could retire immediately and focus on the things I’m good at, like driving motorcycles, drinking beer and being useless<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTA1Od07mcS3IKiSTilxwmDiZjiv-8lBgzojFpJbgqftNeZtcJEw9ernXzfFoNMj76Wj9HPkHv4ZC0yxxEOSEP3WSHf2T7fOxf11Y2nvdz1HP_EXjnWNcRHPlH8c_Lb5y-5U42abvhrwrW/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540048870864571570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTA1Od07mcS3IKiSTilxwmDiZjiv-8lBgzojFpJbgqftNeZtcJEw9ernXzfFoNMj76Wj9HPkHv4ZC0yxxEOSEP3WSHf2T7fOxf11Y2nvdz1HP_EXjnWNcRHPlH8c_Lb5y-5U42abvhrwrW/s400/2.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Isadora suddenly recalled that she had not brushed her teeth in an hour or so, she got a bit shy and covered her mouth for the picture<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdAgje4bNZhwRqRKmk1lpp0qV5b2T8mh67GgRQFvNibdpbNHbXBMXZNyQZdXaMd84dwMYky-26YA0NkDh9hRAK_RAwT7s3cm_71hA_0ycjFyXZIwhK1oTuNrieUI9hFWMsqoJBCwM5nkfI/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540048866656072210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdAgje4bNZhwRqRKmk1lpp0qV5b2T8mh67GgRQFvNibdpbNHbXBMXZNyQZdXaMd84dwMYky-26YA0NkDh9hRAK_RAwT7s3cm_71hA_0ycjFyXZIwhK1oTuNrieUI9hFWMsqoJBCwM5nkfI/s400/3.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Klaus, me, Lorenzo and a friend that runs a factory coating mirrors and glass, when he’s not collecting junk like us<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkgHzCDQfTXuqqEbABqM0y5UJumi_cFhhUak52qSC9Rk2_-zRP4ectRF9VWJXMAYQNUWcpKSlh4TqD7XVbMbvp2YKpUXQO3WwtNne60h6CeINphL2h1czvN6YMFuWRtIiLQdg9Fj7uo0HU/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540048832630730802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkgHzCDQfTXuqqEbABqM0y5UJumi_cFhhUak52qSC9Rk2_-zRP4ectRF9VWJXMAYQNUWcpKSlh4TqD7XVbMbvp2YKpUXQO3WwtNne60h6CeINphL2h1czvN6YMFuWRtIiLQdg9Fj7uo0HU/s400/4.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Coating big glass plates. Factory visits is always more interesting to me than tourist destinations. Makes you remember that you’re a working class hero yourself<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkuUmsCxRbt8AbrMkal6OkM6xp9tDfdiL5jM3khJ98R9oJLoSKeEj1sgsV0w_mzLm4pySdWej6So2K355lCQbkoM_yg3sDKSj7JAlbKPz_VieRhDZVp4G8iVaEJLVd_vYCIS1IaSjkS8-U/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540048824834672722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkuUmsCxRbt8AbrMkal6OkM6xp9tDfdiL5jM3khJ98R9oJLoSKeEj1sgsV0w_mzLm4pySdWej6So2K355lCQbkoM_yg3sDKSj7JAlbKPz_VieRhDZVp4G8iVaEJLVd_vYCIS1IaSjkS8-U/s400/5.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Our friend and factory owner<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPJINRrRU873mlzHM3AG7z1kn3yJqgADV8F4hpeKl__4v8tEbies_1omgEQ0wZrM95zhtkBUx0QVxfcz54U4t4BjiJ8NtNIcXeOAM2Pbufq470XbpHOEw5tKGomjcJJRk55UiFrBN4wpwt/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540048820722351442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPJINRrRU873mlzHM3AG7z1kn3yJqgADV8F4hpeKl__4v8tEbies_1omgEQ0wZrM95zhtkBUx0QVxfcz54U4t4BjiJ8NtNIcXeOAM2Pbufq470XbpHOEw5tKGomjcJJRk55UiFrBN4wpwt/s400/6.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />“Plata faar seg sugetur”. Not translatable to English<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLUkW742sxbEOMu9tNhmwkh2joTqhxEchHknmFF7GEoos6j-TNmnGc7iBLdrErLRa1MzjiMb4FC3FXWFSnGMnPqRZTAPgNBLDXlHbYpFEeLShIUgXrRlBRze7rX39cZTmVLWeMD06KHSkW/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540048297502455714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLUkW742sxbEOMu9tNhmwkh2joTqhxEchHknmFF7GEoos6j-TNmnGc7iBLdrErLRa1MzjiMb4FC3FXWFSnGMnPqRZTAPgNBLDXlHbYpFEeLShIUgXrRlBRze7rX39cZTmVLWeMD06KHSkW/s400/7.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Klaus with a Chevrolet 1,5 Ton truck<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3wps2XKpK-2qswQeZG7chyphenhyphenSHv-A4343uBRrkE42rnHqU2gNYZzHktzRVfJktQD3yt8tH0GPsGHn5-1D52BCJJ0HiN8nkKy1H4zJcBo56qZH6odPSiU2JoyvuvcmdXYkSIJIeHpN1wm8p6/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540048270371114818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3wps2XKpK-2qswQeZG7chyphenhyphenSHv-A4343uBRrkE42rnHqU2gNYZzHktzRVfJktQD3yt8tH0GPsGHn5-1D52BCJJ0HiN8nkKy1H4zJcBo56qZH6odPSiU2JoyvuvcmdXYkSIJIeHpN1wm8p6/s400/8.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />The guys also had a small bulldozer I got to take for a spin. To test different machines is some the best way I can spend time, and the heavier, the better<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmGnNjYRHdc6pWxyZrnOPmv29WndZiaxzpMd1T2vX7muq_yvX0Y-CA6qHAUm0Fyo0MYNZJFvAzBKpUb_D3O6WqZM6jV6-PbkTZN3L7XiVo7acDO9pDIBR0zohnG5xhUwwyYq92_7drByBp/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540048260349918066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmGnNjYRHdc6pWxyZrnOPmv29WndZiaxzpMd1T2vX7muq_yvX0Y-CA6qHAUm0Fyo0MYNZJFvAzBKpUb_D3O6WqZM6jV6-PbkTZN3L7XiVo7acDO9pDIBR0zohnG5xhUwwyYq92_7drByBp/s400/9.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Aker Solutions, my old employer also got a factory in Curitiba. I dropped by to visit some old friends. Here’s the Operations Manager that is checking out the first bike that has come over from Aker Solutions in Norway to visit them<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdh0O-ZGdtukcQMaAmP21TDmvJUn9_6y2g26sjcY_ra7oFT6L8hhpU8naJjxquFJadsoN0S1isW5aPN5iSF7pszutwZZ3H6aNFqXzQPQVgZHVSARouzQ9oJqHPWutwUFMgVNpAueEJExaB/s1600/10.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540048256023137682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdh0O-ZGdtukcQMaAmP21TDmvJUn9_6y2g26sjcY_ra7oFT6L8hhpU8naJjxquFJadsoN0S1isW5aPN5iSF7pszutwZZ3H6aNFqXzQPQVgZHVSARouzQ9oJqHPWutwUFMgVNpAueEJExaB/s400/10.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Me, the Ops Mgr, Luiz Albuquerque and a couple of Scottish technicians from Controls in Aberdeen. I used to deal a bit with Luiz back in my working days, and Luiz received me and was the most helpful and pleasant guy you could imagine, just like I’ve know him from the first time we met in 2007<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG5mZPkyK-SqXkjvsLuJu9jWhdrOAJNlX_MUYA3L-OExCocX8ciIVWAqdB2C1G31Jl4VowF-4K5V8JZmrBVyXeoszD_gWVCRe3Ips8M4Id53bFI3DxP7d9leyAH0qxVF6ByUvHxxNZY7n0/s1600/11.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540048235418716738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG5mZPkyK-SqXkjvsLuJu9jWhdrOAJNlX_MUYA3L-OExCocX8ciIVWAqdB2C1G31Jl4VowF-4K5V8JZmrBVyXeoszD_gWVCRe3Ips8M4Id53bFI3DxP7d9leyAH0qxVF6ByUvHxxNZY7n0/s400/11.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />One for All MC in Curitiba invited us for a party one of the nights, great gang and a lot of fun<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIwZ047dmq_xgLW5qtdbuS8GrfB6KqpuTp1jnwZHWPEXjOoS6X0t1Kl0yiLVt5UJ1pe1fPqy-0TwbBrJB8-uId8S-C3Mh7qcmjr-aEu-TYUMQYop2n2JK1Wp9d7g_8E0LUb_6T-cijK2oN/s1600/12.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540047620472071330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIwZ047dmq_xgLW5qtdbuS8GrfB6KqpuTp1jnwZHWPEXjOoS6X0t1Kl0yiLVt5UJ1pe1fPqy-0TwbBrJB8-uId8S-C3Mh7qcmjr-aEu-TYUMQYop2n2JK1Wp9d7g_8E0LUb_6T-cijK2oN/s400/12.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />In their clubhouse<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTLs8Zo4J2FOl57O03X3P4Z7GXfp7YRfqSePsJSRK6waOnfNn2ZnRM8MntkAeN0qR6jpuVHTmWU0RNDvMbdW610U-U45ETksIkhgIWpFNwM6wdq0zcLpKJdcLjEyRlBIvT5hcQYMC-tj99/s1600/13.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540047618304206130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTLs8Zo4J2FOl57O03X3P4Z7GXfp7YRfqSePsJSRK6waOnfNn2ZnRM8MntkAeN0qR6jpuVHTmWU0RNDvMbdW610U-U45ETksIkhgIWpFNwM6wdq0zcLpKJdcLjEyRlBIvT5hcQYMC-tj99/s400/13.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Another club in Curitiba, Sete Pelez (Seven Skins), which I got in touch with while meeting one of their members on the road in Paraguay<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBcGHsSYFJtTTxcP8dbQJ7DNLP5IRvop-OFTtCfL-xb6K4IuOM-5fnQJtiQG8Q358O5kPBswJtDstM1yT1p1YDa1Yu-q6NZAKy0q-L9mZz-KgzxN_LGDFu55lyUkaiI44EVsbrJXAZh0mZ/s1600/14.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540047613565112034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBcGHsSYFJtTTxcP8dbQJ7DNLP5IRvop-OFTtCfL-xb6K4IuOM-5fnQJtiQG8Q358O5kPBswJtDstM1yT1p1YDa1Yu-q6NZAKy0q-L9mZz-KgzxN_LGDFu55lyUkaiI44EVsbrJXAZh0mZ/s400/14.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />One of Sete Pelez members<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEXEJqLCunyb9O79qVv40C6yRFGb58H4nToQz4R3iW_kEvAlmrgBKlPvXyhvx1aNdL7KhMVrisCKyC0W5_zZC1l4INmJJEJqy5v4b9NluqadwwU5CJKt48hxlkpd3NVSzIi33tJdCkKqsg/s1600/15.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540047611084875970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEXEJqLCunyb9O79qVv40C6yRFGb58H4nToQz4R3iW_kEvAlmrgBKlPvXyhvx1aNdL7KhMVrisCKyC0W5_zZC1l4INmJJEJqy5v4b9NluqadwwU5CJKt48hxlkpd3NVSzIi33tJdCkKqsg/s400/15.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Nelson, the guy I met in Paraguay that invited us for BBQ and any assistance we needed in Curitiba<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOdHQ7KNwTgkfAr6Qg-IbwhW8UqPFootngF4BXSWshHzdeMqcrUFVI4AGjWicl8-1kefbDbpBmFqBxaVG_bVN4UCqAzM_XGKvLQ_RioRberPOwY7RedtEBO-TiKGkQJRKtezeB3fkIOjPp/s1600/16.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540047599897927698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOdHQ7KNwTgkfAr6Qg-IbwhW8UqPFootngF4BXSWshHzdeMqcrUFVI4AGjWicl8-1kefbDbpBmFqBxaVG_bVN4UCqAzM_XGKvLQ_RioRberPOwY7RedtEBO-TiKGkQJRKtezeB3fkIOjPp/s400/16.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />This dude runs a comic shop in Curitiba, interesting guy to talk to as I love comics myself<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikdXZTYkOgZtSpXug1nRtw2semVoIjl0RCBTp3XpDFAfwdgq0VVczGB-Sv0PbhpU93RJ91y5WWaK3kQhBAiiQW6R3pzJbDivWNJh47gVBnWNTAR0Ow0utDiw3igdQpegd9-X-3CJ2rjFVd/s1600/17.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540047272586141202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikdXZTYkOgZtSpXug1nRtw2semVoIjl0RCBTp3XpDFAfwdgq0VVczGB-Sv0PbhpU93RJ91y5WWaK3kQhBAiiQW6R3pzJbDivWNJh47gVBnWNTAR0Ow0utDiw3igdQpegd9-X-3CJ2rjFVd/s400/17.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Who can resist a smoothie with nice toppings? Friends of the Madalosso´s<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheMyzhYZYCKMEbDGxEMWQhfID4Bv275fmNQHi57fhragvo9aCt156775hIZefb33Pn98l6MQ1aR7agmNb7qPph9KfSjQeHaZ6vFZ3sI4MT-nDh5_nlR9Dah4AZvjtXtmzVWWfX5cXLdGJh/s1600/18.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540047268470778722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheMyzhYZYCKMEbDGxEMWQhfID4Bv275fmNQHi57fhragvo9aCt156775hIZefb33Pn98l6MQ1aR7agmNb7qPph9KfSjQeHaZ6vFZ3sI4MT-nDh5_nlR9Dah4AZvjtXtmzVWWfX5cXLdGJh/s400/18.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Lorenzo is just like me, only hangs out with good looking people<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSrtMwdP8WQihI2TdLgaqxHwTDDJpB-kaDVgHsydrMkBmDL2mhFHM2_iTVI4nDyLmWy_Tc4JTwXCvqdgEuBbdlQpMx6GPWgZiiXNjL2E1Fw4KmMyAhAyY5jUaYMK-jvtXKsuhfsgftHIro/s1600/19.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540047265153604178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSrtMwdP8WQihI2TdLgaqxHwTDDJpB-kaDVgHsydrMkBmDL2mhFHM2_iTVI4nDyLmWy_Tc4JTwXCvqdgEuBbdlQpMx6GPWgZiiXNjL2E1Fw4KmMyAhAyY5jUaYMK-jvtXKsuhfsgftHIro/s400/19.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Rainbow shaped horse, pulling the trash cart<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRpClTjg1dQmWcep-LVLEp_omW8qGfOQqF-EUCHt2b2upK4qnjQg96o2rBc00K1IYzsLPGYe_BRxCwrTG9t86ldN6xHwzfn7ofmF9ChP5aV5Ld-7KvIb_0StQXY-8ahJM8xl3k7J3p-SLf/s1600/20.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540047257417559874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRpClTjg1dQmWcep-LVLEp_omW8qGfOQqF-EUCHt2b2upK4qnjQg96o2rBc00K1IYzsLPGYe_BRxCwrTG9t86ldN6xHwzfn7ofmF9ChP5aV5Ld-7KvIb_0StQXY-8ahJM8xl3k7J3p-SLf/s400/20.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Lorenzo takes the machine for a spin. Couldn’t understand how the f*** we bother to use these old pieces of shit around the world<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwdhIW53p5Uhd-46qS2uFZRNjjNfthBUwxbcWqLcUVAeXnyhAFnD2LYuQwMB2tJCK5zcr-935fhfbd8vOiWDd83mGTKX5FxeCTJFAa3zRA9wwU9nPd9OL3EyoFsKVkVSRZwK1a9ReFzmsL/s1600/21.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540047253965023682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwdhIW53p5Uhd-46qS2uFZRNjjNfthBUwxbcWqLcUVAeXnyhAFnD2LYuQwMB2tJCK5zcr-935fhfbd8vOiWDd83mGTKX5FxeCTJFAa3zRA9wwU9nPd9OL3EyoFsKVkVSRZwK1a9ReFzmsL/s400/21.jpg" /></a>Kingcroesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18253276679665897331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624002233343625556.post-76061699558622647712010-11-09T08:11:00.008+01:002010-11-16T08:49:39.987+01:00Arrival in Brazil<div align="left">****While Klaus and I have come to Durban, South Africa, it´s time to update the blog with the last installments from South America. As per today we´re in Durban with the local classic bike club and Ken Sink and his wife, that takes good care of us. The bad news though is that my bike costed 1500 USD to release, and they had stolen all my tools and leathers. Anyhow, details on the arrival in South Africa in a few days time, first some installments from Brazil. Retards, Tormod. *****<br /><br />To enter Brazil meant it was time again to catch up with Klaus which had taken a plane from Peru. I´d been on my own since Lima, Peru, and I´d been driving without a first and third gear since La Paz.<br /><br />In Paraguay the temperature rose with the tropical climate, and all the start and stops through the border town took its toll on the clutch. By the time I reached Brazilian customs the clutch were sending heavy smoke signals out the vent, explaining its suffering.<br /><br />When I was finally through, late in the night and had a found a place to sleep I got in touch with Klaus by mail. Klaus were in Foz Iguaco, and I was in Foz Iguaco, but we sort of could not find each other. After a while it came clear that Klaus was in Argentinean Foz Iguaco, while I was in the Brazilian Foz Iguaco. Next day we united, got the bike fixed and saw the touristy things before we headed west on my bike, to great despair for the motorcycle.<br /><br />Tormod<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglm4AttMCJoR7HWgIy-0WUWm2bMUQXUM8kdIbrCplPg9TJ1hBxCg7eDkXuJQB2MtHTpXWylJRBCjSE8kY4RMhBN-Ga3cd94uRjFyIhNaJ5i29-J4WH9JLgWCizY7VVZcnXLtdGaQXZ49Lz/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537446526681706338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglm4AttMCJoR7HWgIy-0WUWm2bMUQXUM8kdIbrCplPg9TJ1hBxCg7eDkXuJQB2MtHTpXWylJRBCjSE8kY4RMhBN-Ga3cd94uRjFyIhNaJ5i29-J4WH9JLgWCizY7VVZcnXLtdGaQXZ49Lz/s400/1.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Arrival in Brazil. The border rossing and customs into Brazil was very civilized, opposed to when the bike leave the country by ship<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-AYaH9ehNWBWyrXoq1sbz32ifmbpbfWwtJaouamdeDyYT9PZekuYGEggT_mEQTnjfF3FrlYKwY6PKRW1S0TXnbP_GAKeKImKM13Mt4osAUSW0O__KagPlwSubNk6msnCDcjtG_5YXgrII/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537446054407205922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-AYaH9ehNWBWyrXoq1sbz32ifmbpbfWwtJaouamdeDyYT9PZekuYGEggT_mEQTnjfF3FrlYKwY6PKRW1S0TXnbP_GAKeKImKM13Mt4osAUSW0O__KagPlwSubNk6msnCDcjtG_5YXgrII/s400/2.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />When Klaus arrived the part I was missing we celebrated with repairing the gear box. In fact, the bike is actually beet to drive with 4 speeds rather than 2<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKrF3YmUaigTMbXy8BitA48R3K4CpeI0nh8Nvm5mT9WojnDlmKwdeMKRerImJEcXpPlKPjq08ndXj4koDvaaeQxNXYwgRW3_b2UxoOAu7R4rM4XmaNtVx3CwqxcNmao96pqkis7eP9aVn1/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537446050394238722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKrF3YmUaigTMbXy8BitA48R3K4CpeI0nh8Nvm5mT9WojnDlmKwdeMKRerImJEcXpPlKPjq08ndXj4koDvaaeQxNXYwgRW3_b2UxoOAu7R4rM4XmaNtVx3CwqxcNmao96pqkis7eP9aVn1/s400/3.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Foz Iguaco is located a few kilometers outside Foz Iguaco. A nice spectacle, and of course a honey jar for tourists that the government know how to exploit to the fullest<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoMrOCNsQ0lMfRcOluMsFX0vVkdXjiyqy5j5fTXv8iVKWLAd33yKNMu1PlChSb40jpCxs3IIaGhFLX8DK9_Rd-YYf_u0RsW0Xv-Qn3ZTy57-2fj4G-KDVxNim-R61DfVqbWP2lwP3wH1Vm/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537446048688288706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoMrOCNsQ0lMfRcOluMsFX0vVkdXjiyqy5j5fTXv8iVKWLAd33yKNMu1PlChSb40jpCxs3IIaGhFLX8DK9_Rd-YYf_u0RsW0Xv-Qn3ZTy57-2fj4G-KDVxNim-R61DfVqbWP2lwP3wH1Vm/s400/4.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Foz Iguaco in the background<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH65xBvN0qA7UxqQLz3F3Ugu3_1ZOQdhSi6MPQXLmLSWPCaUgXPwknmiI2FGfp1wZ0CgbjZDLffoDwQOSid31i5eB15zIh-3D9YffVPOl8PK_hieNBhpkBAXP1FeQt8I0WdvT65sV3DMKu/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537446043653734738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH65xBvN0qA7UxqQLz3F3Ugu3_1ZOQdhSi6MPQXLmLSWPCaUgXPwknmiI2FGfp1wZ0CgbjZDLffoDwQOSid31i5eB15zIh-3D9YffVPOl8PK_hieNBhpkBAXP1FeQt8I0WdvT65sV3DMKu/s400/5.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />It´s not a few thousand bad pictures that is shot here every year<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZT0Ad3Rit8jcZoKYB5OF-A7GoxR9L5ytsFJZibhyphenhyphenZsq_uKJGZcnxYA1Uk-lzSeLOffcOwYf5lRtJbfuqH4Ai48TWT10jLj_q-mKt5jdCsEiOBoG2Bor-SuAcwR6dFDe8Mnp0jsCqQW7ML/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537446036935164866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZT0Ad3Rit8jcZoKYB5OF-A7GoxR9L5ytsFJZibhyphenhyphenZsq_uKJGZcnxYA1Uk-lzSeLOffcOwYf5lRtJbfuqH4Ai48TWT10jLj_q-mKt5jdCsEiOBoG2Bor-SuAcwR6dFDe8Mnp0jsCqQW7ML/s400/6.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Klaus<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0XS8N2o9SFzuwuVxXzpWFVgqh2M2RxaYsnpuri7jLF_iCJH1n6paZl7uvA-1JsYQQ8bt0QzykgRfhuELlZppzv160SnrK3ZjVJWpJyRdNK7D4SS535GsLIK5D2AyHjqxPC0EMav5tLXDG/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537445770850792722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0XS8N2o9SFzuwuVxXzpWFVgqh2M2RxaYsnpuri7jLF_iCJH1n6paZl7uvA-1JsYQQ8bt0QzykgRfhuELlZppzv160SnrK3ZjVJWpJyRdNK7D4SS535GsLIK5D2AyHjqxPC0EMav5tLXDG/s400/7.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />More Foz Iguaco<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd97Pma0Q8ARhho8ZeGZQLckraj5Nu4qfWpC_mhnQkLKpj2neRkOVIwUv0MY1FQs_YMIJ8upK8e4zbPCQKpreU5S7oo_i0BI9xbjZgPGm-heImewyZzbwM_nL7Hju8OycfTlOpgVxFTQUY/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537445769742473858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd97Pma0Q8ARhho8ZeGZQLckraj5Nu4qfWpC_mhnQkLKpj2neRkOVIwUv0MY1FQs_YMIJ8upK8e4zbPCQKpreU5S7oo_i0BI9xbjZgPGm-heImewyZzbwM_nL7Hju8OycfTlOpgVxFTQUY/s400/8.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />More Foz Iguaco<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh41bjIGIuDK8Yrte-l9jpFoZOsJnWfAsqGx921DElJ_DbEFIwesutuIgPOJNsza0QtordjvR1VgFwUcB9ltKfbwjMw1HbgtAEjagmrPsW4yHO2ZHdja9a9R9FiopW95OOb1QctUPdOBPH3/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537445759669333234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh41bjIGIuDK8Yrte-l9jpFoZOsJnWfAsqGx921DElJ_DbEFIwesutuIgPOJNsza0QtordjvR1VgFwUcB9ltKfbwjMw1HbgtAEjagmrPsW4yHO2ZHdja9a9R9FiopW95OOb1QctUPdOBPH3/s400/9.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />The Itaipu Dam is a cooperation project between Paraguay and Brazil. It´s so huge that Paraguay can´t use their share of the electricity, and use the surplus energy to pay down their debt on it by selling to Brazil<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBAfvALs2TajliMML0isdqrs0yLFlKc4XZEy0NhddDZ_L2MNEtybr6gKIM0DFSuH0Sc5FwQGPZsfaT3MLgh17rJS-KSl3wmFyNTFsW6VHRDbtNbjSZh-9hdmfxmj9u_PBzfrvXY9KPE2Eb/s1600/10.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537445756165362882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBAfvALs2TajliMML0isdqrs0yLFlKc4XZEy0NhddDZ_L2MNEtybr6gKIM0DFSuH0Sc5FwQGPZsfaT3MLgh17rJS-KSl3wmFyNTFsW6VHRDbtNbjSZh-9hdmfxmj9u_PBzfrvXY9KPE2Eb/s400/10.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />The white tubes seen on the dam is xx meters wide and feeds the turbines<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-KuLn8ENjXXmHWbhrezvmQXZGoCDD8ys1UJ2Z4yaFHzDHXXH4X9T0UlohdLgPlEms7qx-Ef2qwFdonfRK0dnjTysIG1C1Az83cz7IhB10FTtcwwKqA5i5Q_QSGuMc_2Gf6OFtFT7T18pi/s1600/11.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537445750350456546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-KuLn8ENjXXmHWbhrezvmQXZGoCDD8ys1UJ2Z4yaFHzDHXXH4X9T0UlohdLgPlEms7qx-Ef2qwFdonfRK0dnjTysIG1C1Az83cz7IhB10FTtcwwKqA5i5Q_QSGuMc_2Gf6OFtFT7T18pi/s400/11.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Some heavy duty isolators required<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm9EY3LZqOTdgsBX7ddKMQLkCCDclPln4VnM9CWAK3Qd-bRb6EGK820t8tIDYYlLeYBqzXJMGz2xLcyaq5Cm92U6AO1DXJrY5hOlIr7OoqpqBMisiOq21geoOd7xWMwSXKr1w7uLDxAuzc/s1600/12.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537445497569263778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm9EY3LZqOTdgsBX7ddKMQLkCCDclPln4VnM9CWAK3Qd-bRb6EGK820t8tIDYYlLeYBqzXJMGz2xLcyaq5Cm92U6AO1DXJrY5hOlIr7OoqpqBMisiOq21geoOd7xWMwSXKr1w7uLDxAuzc/s400/12.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />More Dam<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFa8zRONmpM14OeI8dCf9HQ6jSE0Hbw3ww7bloemZkcqYIZMmsPvxeTxw7wt7zts3bJKVaOgoP5IIU9KDA_dIjMCNmfWDTxwuTIz8v-J7tRKtgO-HZ2veBCrhX028fq4I5bdvewZd4lmsO/s1600/13.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537445493546693778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFa8zRONmpM14OeI8dCf9HQ6jSE0Hbw3ww7bloemZkcqYIZMmsPvxeTxw7wt7zts3bJKVaOgoP5IIU9KDA_dIjMCNmfWDTxwuTIz8v-J7tRKtgO-HZ2veBCrhX028fq4I5bdvewZd4lmsO/s400/13.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Top of the dam<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlTNakRbN2saVLT1fI8jRXUXobwLG8E46LD9Iif3UbjEaiCxPCAdaKelYpPhmdE5LSNShncdB1ixlJtJWKhtQmZ6UNhTHzy7syRSrcqwYLL7J8Jo-31cArDjE8lVfTDdHzITcDcLgIRPYB/s1600/14.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537445485197367650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlTNakRbN2saVLT1fI8jRXUXobwLG8E46LD9Iif3UbjEaiCxPCAdaKelYpPhmdE5LSNShncdB1ixlJtJWKhtQmZ6UNhTHzy7syRSrcqwYLL7J8Jo-31cArDjE8lVfTDdHzITcDcLgIRPYB/s400/14.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />The grid from the dam<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQzkthlnq-QfrOvyDt8UJmlshF4JpMwGWmE3iZp1gGF3PpNHGnyLgOMcu7U3WYXVqrFL4DXQiovBnIGO54XkQS75xm4mchjCSd27l4fgOjpprRQ7CFDU2bkWJDoKEJ5TT_qFQY2CR0vKeR/s1600/15.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537445476990716850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQzkthlnq-QfrOvyDt8UJmlshF4JpMwGWmE3iZp1gGF3PpNHGnyLgOMcu7U3WYXVqrFL4DXQiovBnIGO54XkQS75xm4mchjCSd27l4fgOjpprRQ7CFDU2bkWJDoKEJ5TT_qFQY2CR0vKeR/s400/15.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />In Cascavel on the way to Curitiba, we were invited by Sandro Fandanelli and stayed over for a night. Sandro helped us get the bike washed and got us some bits and pieces that we needed. Thanks a lot buddy!<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghzaUTEj4LBvrfapAwDmQyVmIA3SOMvqmgv48z6hbQuVHH4eFnx5cIT72Hgft3UBqKVb8_gbjnUvYGTYNd7dlbt5rA0KYdA7SZGLNgP84ToSAWbhwL2vIMgLJdPAvcgGRwsPbbhhIDtk4d/s1600/16.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537445476659419186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghzaUTEj4LBvrfapAwDmQyVmIA3SOMvqmgv48z6hbQuVHH4eFnx5cIT72Hgft3UBqKVb8_gbjnUvYGTYNd7dlbt5rA0KYdA7SZGLNgP84ToSAWbhwL2vIMgLJdPAvcgGRwsPbbhhIDtk4d/s400/16.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Departure from Cascavel, Sandro to the very left</p>Kingcroesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18253276679665897331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624002233343625556.post-8461901902280504752010-09-27T00:46:00.006+02:002010-09-27T01:03:21.069+02:00Support T-shirtsDear all,<br /><br />As we´re on the brink of bankrupcy these days, done with South America and on the way to Africa, we use the chance to give you the extremely generous offer to support us via buying ultra-super-cool t-shirts for just 20 USD plus p&p. Two different styles availiable, see pictures below, sizes large, x-large and xx-large.<br /><br />If you ever had problems with your mojo, bad luck, gangrene, back ache, cholestrol, self confidence, here´s the solution. The t-shirt won´t only make you cooler than your mother, it´ll also help for a lot of problems including the ones mentioned above. Even more important, ýour purchase will also save us from starvation the coming months.<br /><br />Our good friend and supporter Kaj Pedersen from The Nimbus Club USA, California Chapter, is doing the printing and distribution, so go ahead now and place an order by mailing him at <a href="mailto:kaj.pedersen@nimbusclubusa.com">kaj.pedersen@nimbusclubusa.com</a>. A very good idea is to go together with your friends and place a big order together and save shipping, or place a big order yourself and give everybody a t-shirt for x-mas.<br /><br />Thanks for supporting us!<br /><br />Tormod<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHG6yd6wINp82SM1QAsUxmPIhND3gEIITqnKFEMkcdKJwut-TsNrnL6Pu5JuGeZBDf1FGg5QwYek4fCIDIq4eZy-GSWuBeRTbd4leVm_5Jedlgnvbl0KNCESlIsL2pqscFkR1ySmjWBSHd/s1600/kccd-skeleton-rider-tshirt-hvid.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521358263158479506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHG6yd6wINp82SM1QAsUxmPIhND3gEIITqnKFEMkcdKJwut-TsNrnL6Pu5JuGeZBDf1FGg5QwYek4fCIDIq4eZy-GSWuBeRTbd4leVm_5Jedlgnvbl0KNCESlIsL2pqscFkR1ySmjWBSHd/s400/kccd-skeleton-rider-tshirt-hvid.png" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhObBJtYLom2cKHqZX4GSP-Grd5oY7PnwVqRL0iFFNxG-g2ScjuOEoV_w8U4fZnnKRdgMbDxpvnG7oIClVH9UxZt0bhOqdYLoaj2KrvAJnXzUPDoMKmnRFcItQNCBvdANoAw4BMGaqDLhsE/s1600/kccd-ape-tshirt-sort.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521357562356102978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhObBJtYLom2cKHqZX4GSP-Grd5oY7PnwVqRL0iFFNxG-g2ScjuOEoV_w8U4fZnnKRdgMbDxpvnG7oIClVH9UxZt0bhOqdYLoaj2KrvAJnXzUPDoMKmnRFcItQNCBvdANoAw4BMGaqDLhsE/s400/kccd-ape-tshirt-sort.png" /></a> </div>Kingcroesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18253276679665897331noreply@blogger.com0