The dirt roads started East of Kaunas, along a track that Mr Filipz had found. It felt good to finally hit the dirt after 200 tarmac “transport” kilometers. Even though Pöntusmane’s road riding career had been short, he navigated roundabouts and corners swiftly. Counter steering and leaning very decently on the slippery knobbies. Until they […]Read more "Trans Euro Trail – Lithuania"
Finally. Somewhere halfway down their throats, the first sip of cold beer transforms into a sweet wave of calmness, spreading out through Toast and Pöntusmane’s bodies. The sun is setting in the hazy horizon, where the Swedish coastline still appears as a dark streak, dividing the sea from skies. Just the previous day, Pöntusmane had […]Read more "The Midnight Sun rally begins"
Leaving “the City”, the Pilgrims soon found themselves taking a turn off the main road onto a bumpy gravel road, leaving the poorer ger district outskirts of Ulanbatar behind. This was were Walter’s tracks begun. The gravel soon changed into dirt, and the Pilgrims were soon heading North through a beautifully green valley. Only occasional […]Read more "BaikalX"
Coming to the end of the twisty hard packed track, the Pilgrims were just 10 km outside of Khakorin. They had arrived to a rather juicy river crossing, and decided they would give it a go. It is hard to overstate how happy Toast was this awesome sunny morning. Ever since the beginning of Kazaksthan […]Read more "Drowning bikes, Buddhas and UB"
The Pilgrims had slept on the question of switching out their steeds (that needed a break anyways from being constantly ridden to the verge of destruction) for a couple of meaty Mongolian ones. They found a promising horseback excursion into the mountainy eight lakes region in Orkhon Valley, they had wanted to visit anyways. Best […]Read more "Horseback into Eight Lakes Region"
The next day the trails smoothened out and the Pilgrims travelled full speed towards White Lake. The track soon transformed into asphalt and the ride was for once focused on the transforming landscape. The road lingered around large hills, sometimes even tree clad. Finding the White lake not so white, the Pilgrims continued straight to […]Read more "Fire Mountain & Yellow Dog Cave"
Only twenty kilometers after leaving Otgon, Gina had showed mild overheating signs. This was strange, considering the relatively cool weather. A quick oil check, revealed that her blood was still dark in color and not the dreaded chocolate milk (oil + water). A distressing bubble layer on the top of the oil peek glass still […]Read more "Rough Rhyders or Repairers?"