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Riding: Plan, Report and Racing => Ride Reports => Topic started by: Osadabwa on January 09, 2020, 09:52:27 pm

Title: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: Osadabwa on January 09, 2020, 09:52:27 pm
It’s nine whole days into 2020 and we still haven’t gone riding!

That ends tomorrow, but first I spent a minute at Panic’s place preparing the bike. And let me tell you, I’m a hell of a mechanic. I deftly stripped the bike down to check the valves (they were perfect) then faffed around for an hour getting the tank back on and only after everything was put back did I realize I’d left the bloody spark plug on the workbench! Meanwhile, I realize my sub-frame is broken (again), probably after a very hard hit on the last ride so I had to swap that out with my spare (thanks again, Faceplant, you're not half the asshole everyone says you are). Then, now two days later, after hemming and hawing about whether I should put new rubber on, I finally decide to bite the bullet and literally 500 bloody meters later my brand new Bridgestone Gritty ED78 has picked up a big, rusty bastard nail. Half a kilometer!

I mean what the fuck, 2020? You want a piece of me?

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Above: Elation, destruction and rotten luck… Osadabwa in a nutshell!

Tomorrow, Panic and I christen this new year with a 3 day overnighter down to some of our usual haunts. I hope to explore one or two new tracks along the way, but I really don't care where we go as long as we go. The next ride is always the best ride, and you never know when it might be your last, so go!

 :snorting:

Like the previous years, I will update this thread every ride I do, so keep a look out throughout the year for more.

Previous Big Red Pigs Links for my future, lazy self: 2019 (http://www.wilddog.za.net/forum/index.php?topic=233364.0), 2018 (http://www.wilddog.za.net/forum/index.php?topic=219546.0), 2017 (http://www.wilddog.za.net/forum/index.php?topic=204059.msg3747291#msg3747291), 2016 (http://www.wilddog.za.net/forum/index.php?topic=191888.0)
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: Oubones on January 09, 2020, 10:01:17 pm
Bummer about the nail!
Go ride and ride, may we get many RR's from you this year and thanks for all last years!
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: LRFan on January 10, 2020, 06:43:23 am
Looking forward to it!
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: Andyg on January 10, 2020, 07:56:43 am
Lekker and enjoy. Keep the ride reports and awesome pics coming.

 :snorting:
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: BullFrog on January 10, 2020, 08:37:55 am
Bring it ON!!!!!

Thanks for keeping us updated from up there!

I REALLY enjoy reading your RR's.
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: Black_Hawk on January 10, 2020, 08:43:23 am
Murphy's law.... chances are good that you will get a puncture  shortly after you fitted a new tyre  >:(

Go and enjoy your trip en we are looking forward to see the RR  :thumleft:
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: 0012 on January 10, 2020, 12:17:51 pm
Murphy's law.... chances are good that you will get a puncture  shortly after you fitted a new tyre  >:(

Go and enjoy your trip en we are looking forward to see the RR  :thumleft:

+1

let's do this!!!!   :ricky:
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: Grunder on January 10, 2020, 12:52:33 pm


Tomorrow, Panic and I christen this new year with a 3 day overnighter down to some of our usual haunts. I hope to explore one or two new tracks along the way, but I really don't care where we go as long as we go. The next ride is always the best ride, and you never know when it might be your last, so go!

 :snorting:




 :headbang:
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: Bommelina on January 10, 2020, 02:42:02 pm
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Title: Day 1 - Little Lake Magadi
Post by: Osadabwa on January 13, 2020, 12:15:00 pm
Friday morning. Bikes loaded, tanks full, we weaved through Nairobi’s nonsense and popped out at the Ngong View entry to the Great Rift Valley - former home of a huge euphorbia candelabra, now just another bare stone quarry left behind by the railway - but I digress. The morning was brilliant, cool and ripe for the braaaping. We had a long day ahead of us through some familiar terrain, so we just twisted it on and flew to Najile for a Coke, then onward toward Mosiro where I was in search of a potentially tasty new track I’d spotted on Google Earth.

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Above: The entry point with the Ngong Hills (there) in the distance and it’s new tarmac road snaking into the valley bringing people and heartache along with it.

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Above: Traffic jam at the SGR underpass… off to dig up a tree or two no doubt

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Above: These mzungus are flying! I was too quick on the shutter, but you get the idea… it was happy Pig territory.

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Above: After Najile, exploring riverbeds to see if they link up with my new road, Panic tries and fails to roost me, ending up ensnared by his own meanness. Sucka!

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Above: Dry riverbeds… they won’t all be dry this trip!

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Above: The XR is very capable, but I don’t think we should try to hop off this ledge. Time to head back to the road bound for Mosiro.

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Above: Maybe someday I’ll try to navigate around this drop-off to see what lies beyond, but usually these riverbeds just vanish into a thorn-tree delta.

Continuing on to Mosiro, we passed terrapins splashing around in mud puddles that only come around once a year, and also probably the track I was looking for. It just seemed too small and stony, so we gave it a miss in favour of looking for another entry after Mosiro. Mosiro, by the way, is on my shit list. It was noon (somewhere) when we arrived and it was certainly a good time for a beer, but the little village was dry! Fine. We’d head out and have a snack under a shade tree with parched throats. The road was trashed leaving town. Only a few rides ago, I was lamenting how good it was. I thought maybe they planned to add a layer of tar. Apparently not. I don’t know when they’ll learn. You can’t just put in a concrete culvert in and expect the road to stay in one place. There are concrete pipes in the middle of ditches in the path of roads all over this place. Now there are a few more. Makes the biking more interesting on the way to Nguruman.

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Above: South of Mosiro, we found the road I was looking for in an extremely sorry state. Photos fail to show just how bad an idea it would have been to try to navigate that little goat path along the edge, so again we pressed on down toward Nguruman. After a herd or two of goats and a boda or three have descended, we’ll try again.

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Above: The road which was I just recently declared to be almost too good is now a total wreck. Stoney sections have become much trickier and the rest of the track is essentially a dry wash riverbed. It’s great riding if you like that sort of thing… and we do.

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Above: And look at that green! The Ngurman escarpment lording over a valley that hasn’t seen so much water in a long time. It was humid and hot (100F/37C), but it was gorgeous.

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Above: Panic accidentally bypassed a nice work-around to this steep, loose descent, but it just makes for good practice and the Pig eats it up.

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Above: Roads turn to washes and vice-versa around here. Two years ago at this spot, Panic managed to hit me with a sandy roost that went on so long I thought I was going to be buried alive in my boots, so I posted up in anticipation of returning the favour, but the cunning buggar saw it coming a mile away and evaded my trap.

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Above: Out of the rocks and down in the flats among the big anthills. We raced through what is usually a bald, feshy plain over to Ol Kirimatian where I happened to spot a place boasting solar-powered fridges. They had mbeers, so we enjoyed one (not very cold, by the way) while sweating in the shade for a bit, resting our bones before heading out to our second objective of the day.

To be continued...
Title: Little Lake Magadi continued...
Post by: Osadabwa on January 13, 2020, 12:20:14 pm
Little Lake Magadi. It’s been on my list of places to explore for ages. I love Magadi and the deepest parts of the Rift Valley. They’re hot, inhospitable, surreally beautiful and full of excellent biking. Each time I go anywhere near it, I put in a track for Little Magadi, a smaller soda lake North of the big one being plundered by Tata for its trona which it turns into Soda Ash. I include a link to a very insightful video of a man in a cowboy hat explaining the whole thing from my home state of Wyoming, where, it just so happens, there is a motherload of trona to be had. I wonder if that’s why I like Magadi so much… anyway.

Little Lake didn’t disappoint. The track in was more like a million tracks trending the same way, but when we crested the final hill they all coalesced into one and brought with it an amazing view made more spectacular by the uncharacteristically green grass everywhere. Completely still, hot air made the lake a perfect mirror and we spent a fair bit of time admiring it before continuing North to explore the rest of the area. At the same time, a research helicopter was hovering over the flamingos at the northern tip. I hoped they’d land near us and open a cooler of cold ones, but they were obviously busy.

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Above: Little Lake Magadi from above and at water level

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Above: Panic rides the shore of the mirror lake

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Above: Green and blue… I break up the reflection with a perfectly executed skip of a stone

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Above: Coming up with the lake behind. That short grass hides a lot of little, rolling baby heads and some bowling balls too. If you are gawking at the view, you’re going to drop the bike (Panic did! Panic did!)

Separating Little Lake Magadi with the larger lake is a rocky crest running due North. On the East side of the crest is the muddy salt-pan and northern reaches of the main lake. Some day, when the place is back to its usual dry self, I’ll ride in that pan and explore further. This time, we took the peninsula all the way to the top of the lake till the road petered out. By then, it was time to rip it out of there for the genuinely cold beers of the Magadi Sports Club bar.

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Above: Looking down at the mud salt pan and the razor rock in the distance.

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Above: Having gone all the way to the top, now heading back on the stoney track

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Above: Such good riding

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Above: That lake is beautiful. Too bad the water is caustic, otherwise it would be a brilliant place to camp.

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Above: Some serious anthills out there

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Above: Over the mud salt pan, the thunder rolls…

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Above: And we rip! Only caught the shadow of Panic racing past me

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Above: My pretty piggy enjoying the view

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Above: Leaving the lake, we found the main track. It was almost all flat, sand, ash and pebbles. Absolutely flat-out kind of stuff. Perfect for the XRR, and a great way to end a great day.

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Above: Blasting the main road back down to Magadi, it’s white-encrusted factory rumbling in the distance across the (often flooded) causeway

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Above: Burning for the beers!

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Above: The tented camp was empty apart from us. As usual, it was a great stay. Good food, cold drinks and AC in the tents.

More to come!
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: Black_Hawk on January 13, 2020, 12:28:12 pm
What a nice RR and awesome photos. Keep them coming  :thumleft:
Title: Day 2 - Out of the valley
Post by: Osadabwa on January 13, 2020, 12:42:30 pm
New day, new challenges. Our destination for the night, Selengei in Kajiado County, would take us up the valley on new tracks I hoped existed, but first we had to get off the valley floor, a prospect more challenging than usual. Last October, Panic and I found a shortcut from Magadi to Torosei that cuts through the lower lake pans and bypasses the extinct volcano we usually ride through. But that was October. What we found when we started following the track was slick mud, corrosive rivulets of salty water and eventually a swampy soda lake. It meant we had to change course and take our usual route through the volcano. I’m glad we did. The rains had turned it to a green paradise and the track was so overgrown in spots we’d have gone round in circles without the trusty GPS. It was a treat, and we roared into Torosei for a true-noon mid-day mbeer to celebrate.

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Above: Colourful, mineral-rich waters coursing around what is usually a white-hot, bone-dry frying pan.

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Above: Innocuous looking water crossing… one second later and Panic was roosting black muck and nearly coming to a smelly and undignified halt. I didn’t heed his warnings to gas it and nearly got stuck as well, resorting to putting a boot down in that stuff to keep balance in the unexpectedly grabby guk… the smell from which would haunt me the rest of the trip.

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Above: The weird formations of the pan

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Above: What biker can resist trying to swing a drifty donut now and then? Answer: A wary biker. This surface seems uniformly grippy, but it can drop you like stone when it’s wet. I stuck to wide arcs.

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Above: We’ve’ climbed this hill before, but never through knee-high grass!

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Above: Another water crossing, blessed by a flock of birds, looks like it could be a fishing stream

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Above: Super aggressive stance for what turned out to be an ankle-deep drip and a solid surface

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Above: On the Shompole road, admiring Magadi’s flamboyance of flamingos

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Above: The last of the sickly-green water crossings, but not of the water. It re-emerged from Panic's tires in a slow bubble all evening long. We waited for a boda boda to go through first rather than find out half way across it’s a 4-foot-deep mud hole. I came across this pan a few years back when it was totally saturated and every inch was muck… it didn’t go well for me!

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Above: Up on the old volcano track, the brush had crept close and every stone was a loose in the track’s long, crooked smile.

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Above: Stopping for a break, we met an old mzee who was on his way to Oloika from Torosei… it would take him 2 days to walk what it would take us 1 hour to ride. I told him we were going to Torosei and he said it wasn’t possible… oh mzee, on a Pig, everything is possibo!

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Above: Green grass, red bikes and singletrack

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Above: Outside the bar in Torosei, Panic suddenly whips out a bag of sweets for the kids. Will wonders never cease? Who knew Panic had a heart?

To be continued...
Title: Day 2 continued...
Post by: Osadabwa on January 13, 2020, 12:49:39 pm
From Torosei, it was time to explore again. I had a quick track to get us over to the Namanga Road as expeditiously as possible, but today we wanted to try something more challenging. I’d put together a mess of tracks, riverbeds and goat paths that appeared to climb the low mountains near the TZ border to take us over north of Meto. After a quick bite under a lonely tree in the middle of a dry sand river, we spent some effort bushwhacking to find the paths up the hills (there). My tracks weren’t perfect, and we panya-panyad around till we were getting sweaty, so I started seeking out help from folks we ran into. Everyone was keen to help, and in no time we were put straight and the track was a joy. Hard, steep scrambles on scree brought us to the top and back down again.

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Above: Setting up for a quick bite under this tough little lonely tree

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Above: The track was a blast. Sometimes narrow and sometimes wider singletrack crawled its way over the top and down again. Lots of loose scree to scramble up.

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Above: Never got in position in time to catch Panic on the steep sections. Too quick, our Panic.

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Above: A variety of odd terrain found us on the top

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Above: Then it was a steeeep descent to the other side, made more difficult by a small herd of cows getting in the way

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Above: Okay, here I go... Gah! There's cows down there!

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Above: Panic makes it down the last steep section

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Above: Sheep breaking into the churchyard on a Saturday, led astray by the goats, naturally.

Half of the new tracks behind us, I set us on a course to connect to Ngataetek on the main road, but it was easier said than done. We rumbled through heavily rutted foot paths and onto what used to be a road but had been returned to nature by neglect and repeated washouts. We finally had to turn around when one wash proved too deep, steep and narrow, forcing us to re-cross one that had nearly killed me just moments before. It was a steep descent and I realized half way in and well committed that the angle meant I couldn’t cover my rear brake. I froze up and basically tumbled into the hole with both levers fully pressed, not using the engine brake and nearly going over handlebars thanks to the death grip I had on the front. Recrossing it was more civilised, fortunately, and we even had a nguy there who videoed the whole thing. He loved it. How times have changed.

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Above: Going back up the hole that almost ate my lunch. Of course it looks like nothing in the pics, but it was steep. Hey buddy, it’s cool. Don’t help, just film!

We eventually found our way over to Ngataetek, roaring up to the tar in a cloud of dust just in time to see a guy on an immaculately clean, slate gray GS1200 roll by. He gave us a sheepish little half-wave and continued slowly on his way. Must have been out on a big tarmac outing to Namanga, the shittiest little border town in Kenya. Was he wearing one of those lame-ass “P O L I T E” reflective vests, or am I making that up? Shame. Anyway, the afternoon was getting long in the tooth so we ripped back onto the dirt and linked one rip-snorting, hard-packed dirt road mayhem maker after another together to Selengei. It was 5th gear flat-out stuff, but not without perils. I was sure I could see a perfectly flat stretch ahead and twisted it on, loving that sweet, sweet power band that creeps in around 110-120kph and keeps going maybe forever, when I saw a culvert ahead. Much too late to brake, I doubled-down on the throttle and sent her flying, landed and kept it pinned. What a bike!

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Above: Not a single shot of us racing like an Australian wildfire on those fast roads, but here’s one of a cool bar in the bush.

We arrived at Selengay Safari Camp and were puttering to the tents when I fell down hard. Surely a giant had slapped me from behind like a good-for-nothing coward! No! Goddam rut took out my front wheel at 10kph. Honestly… it makes me so damn mad! It’s worse than biting your lip. It’s worse than biting your lip right after you’ve bitten your lip! Slammed into the dust whacking both wrists hard on the ground and just 100m from my tent and a not-too-hot beer. Come on now! What a gumby move! Another reminder that the ride ain’t over till it’s over.

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Above: My accommodation for the night. Selengay Safari Camp. The owner, Leonard is the most switched-on Masai guy I know and I love giving him business. His place is basic but good for passing bikers like us, and the food was amazing and abundant.

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Above: Night time in the not-yet-finished mess hall. Starving, Panic and I annihilated a buffet meal that might have been set for 10 people. Later, by the bonfire, we watched the full moon climb the eastern trees, listening to the herd of zombie camels clambering at the gates while doing a number on a small bottle of Single Malt I brought along. You’ve got to treasure these moments.

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Above: My piggy ticking herself to sleep, dreaming of rocky climbs and screaming hard pack...

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Just after arrival, I switched on my phone to horrible news. A friend of mine living in Livingstone, Zambia had just died in a microlite accident the previous day near Victoria Falls. He was a biker who had crossed Africa north to south twice and was very helpful and encouraging to me when I was just starting to ride 18 years ago. His adventurous nature and positive attitude were contagious and his love for family and friends wholehearted. RIP Heiko, you will be missed.
Title: Day 3 - The long rip home.
Post by: Osadabwa on January 13, 2020, 12:59:55 pm
Slept fairly well, all things considered, and despite having a short discussion with an invading mouse in which I asked him politely to piss off and let me get some shut-eye. We slammed breakfast and jumped on the bikes. Skipped for 20km up the newly tarred road which Leonard worries will bring outsiders who don’t value or understand the area’s environment. Despite the green this year, grazing land is the place’s best use, but non-pastoralists will try to convert it all to crops, chopping the trees along the riverbank to make space. Good luck fighting it, Leonard. From Mashuru petrol station, we jumped back into the bush following a go-to track for getting us back home. It’s rough and steep and gives wonderful views of the bushy landscape below.
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Above: Kajiado at its best

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Above: Panic makes friends with a sizeable Leopard Tortoise. Much like Crocodile Dundee, our Panic can talk to the bush creatures... but he prefers to shout obscenities at his mates.

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Above: The narrow part of the track. Soon it kicked us out onto an invigorating, quick blast of a thing that sprinted over to the tar.

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Above: On the fast section, somebody has had the brilliant idea to build a whopping concrete bridge. It’s still topped with rebar at the moment but we rode over it anyway. I wouldn’t be surprised if this is the first and last time we ride over that bridge. Before we know it, both sides will be washed away and the thing will stand like a concrete island in the river.

Across the tar, up the goat paths, past a deep water hole and along what was a surprisingly tricky road to the Kenya Marble Quarry due to a recent rain leaving black mud everywhere. We were just interested in getting home. We deviated briefly to see if we could ride the riverbed past Mi-46 for a change, but the surface was deep, soft and wet and there was at least a kilometre of very rocky stuff ahead, so we gave it a miss. Panic then decided to fall over in a rut, and to cuss a bit, and to kick things as you do. Fortunately, from there, it was all melted rocks and scorched earth. The road from Mi-46 to Olepolos was a total wreck, but somehow one that inspired a heavy throttle hand. After kuku choma and a couple of mbeers, the lick under the Ngongs totally followed suit. Fire and brimstone I tell you. I love that XRR!

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Above: Very deep waterhole for cattle… couldn’t believe that little black dog managed to crawl out of there. Thought for sure I’d watch him take a swim.

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Above: Down in the riverbed for a second. Thought better of it and hit the road.

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Above:  Cheers, Panic!  Like it or not, we’re both 5 years older than when we started this shit. Here’s to many, many more!

Oink

P.S. Just to acknowledge a few things. These RRs represent a subjective feeling of speed and difficulty. When we get home, worn out and secretly happy to be off that cursed motorcycle, it often laugh at how little we actually did. Three days of riding for us equals one stage of the Dakar or the Eco Challenge; "fire breathing, rip snorting fast" for us is so slow we wouldn't even finish 1/2 of the Baja 1000 before dark and "steep, rocky climb" would be like warming up in the parking lot for anybody who does enduro.

That said: THE XR650R RULES! BRAAAAAAP!

 :snorting:


Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: Black_Hawk on January 13, 2020, 01:12:48 pm
Thanks for a awesome RR  :thumleft:
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: Clockwork Orange on January 13, 2020, 06:03:43 pm
Wow, You guys do the most amazing trips and I do like those BRP's. Thanks for another EPIC report.
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: Sam on January 14, 2020, 02:19:37 pm
Excellent - thanks for sharing. Looks like an absolute blast......and on the best bikes too.
Title: 2020 02 - New Track! Suswa-Magadi
Post by: Osadabwa on February 16, 2020, 04:58:08 pm
Former Kenya despot Daniel Toroitich arap Moi died on the 4th of this month. As a result, the current guy, in a rush of sentimentality and a nod to good ol’ cronyism, gave the citizens a public holiday to mourn (or drink, screw or ride) ignoring the fact that Moi was not exactly a model citizen himself (they say the basement of Nyayo House echoes with the screams of tortured opponents to this day…). Probably the best thing you can say about him is that he stepped down (was forced out) without causing too much chaos… after a mere 24 years in power too! For African politicians… the bar is low.

So anyway, it was an excuse to braaap, so Panic and I hastily assembled a plan to take the XRRs on a quick overnighter to Suswa and Magadi with Mister E. Man on his DR650. Mt. Suswa is one of the coolest places to camp and it’s easily reachable in 2 or 3 lovely hours of riding from Nairobi. We left after 3pm and enjoyed the easy ride until Ewaso Kedong when it became a Seinfeld episode… we lost Panic, rode around looking for one-another, got confused and nearly got further separated in the fesh-fesh behind a dump truck. At last, we agreed to just meet at the campsite which tickled my throttle wrist considerably… didn’t want Panic to start on the beers before I got there!

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Above: Very green still, after an abnormally long rainy season, but the dust is already returning to the tracks and there are a lot of washouts and exposed rocks out there.

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Above: Saikeri to Najile is in very good nick, nice rip to Ewaso Kedong

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Above: MisterE on the DR chewing up the kms

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Above: Off into the green yonder

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Above: Which way did he go, which way did he go? I have to know cause I’m the leader!

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Above: Our campsite on Mt. Suswa. We lit a fire and tucked into mishkaki, sausages and kuku choma. We're thinking about going vegan... next year maybe... when we sell the bikes and take up golf. Arriving in early evening, we were there to watch the nearly full moon rise over the crater, and the brightness kept us chatting til midnight. It’s a fantastic camp.

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Above: Making noise at Mt. Suswa. Mr. E had an eclectic array of Gen X tunes for us. Twas a great evening.

To be continued...
Title: Suswa to Lake Magadi continued
Post by: Osadabwa on February 16, 2020, 05:08:03 pm
Nobody slept well. Panic’s air mattress had a hole in it, but despite him laying on the hard earth he still snored like hell. They said I did too, but that’s obviously a lie. I emerged at pre-dawn with a splitting headache and a bit of regret over that last sip of Johnnie Walker. In no time, though, MisterE had the stove going and whipped us up some black coffee. That and an Advil and I was right as rain again. By 9am we were packed and crawling out the west side of the crater, through bush and riverbed heading toward Magadi one way or the other. I was determined to find the elusive shortcut that I have long suspected was hiding in the space east of Mosiro. Google Earth’s images of the area look like they were painted by a colour-blind toddler with astigmatism who forgot to pencil in dragons and such. As a result, I’ve never plotted anything in the area until recently I saw one segment had been updated in 2019 and lo! In it appeared a new piece of a track. This time, we found it and it was fantastic.

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Above: A half-hearted attempt at a ride-by roost on Panic… requires a sloppier surface and newer tires

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Above: Off the flank of Mt Suswa, I took the guys down a few kms of riverbed linked with singletrack through the bush

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Above: Out of the first lugga, MisterE managed to get a puncture, but it was most bizarre… it was a perfect circle about the size of a coin… we assumed manufacturing error, slapped in the spare tube and continued on. More on this later.

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Above: Panic eating up the riverbed… noise of the XRR reverberating off the sheer walls

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Above: There’s nothing like riverbed riding. And no two riverbeds have the same character. This one encourages you to go for it, but has so many hairpin turns, you’ve got to fight to maintain speed. And then there is embedded rubble to navigate… good fun

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Above: The DR enjoying the lugga

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Above: Nostalgic Panic remembering this hanging fence from our very first outing on the Pigs in 2016… time flies man!

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Above: XRRs Rideby

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Above: Last of the riverbed, on to the new track.

We stopped for some water and petrol and started up the road to Mosiro. Time to find that shortcut. I was watching every track that veered off the main road, hoping to spot one that looked like it continued on a ways. Finally, I saw a singletrack with pikipika tracks on it and asked a passing guy where it went. Answer: Magadi! I was sceptical, since local knowledge has a wide margin of error, but it turned out to be a wonderful track. Part single-track, part bulldozer track, the thing follows contours and hugs bluffs and hills for miles before reaching a worker’s camp and a real access road. From there, it was a quick but stone-strewn ride all the way to Magadi. In all, it cut off 80km of hot, brutal riding by skipping Mosiro and Ol Kirimatian.

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Above: The new track begins

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Above: Riding through unspoiled bush, green hillsides from recent rains

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Above: the track wasn’t huge, but it was always clear enough to follow

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Above: Wildflowers along the path and long views down valley

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Above: A few deep washouts took some navigating, but it was easier to ride than the alternative, and much more scenic

To be continued...
Title: Suswa to Magadi continued...
Post by: Osadabwa on February 16, 2020, 05:15:32 pm
From the worker’s camp, we paused for a bit of lunch and were surrounded by young Masai men, as usual. One of the younger chaps (12-14 years old maybe) was dressed in all black and adorned with a belt of cowrie shells and a bizarre necklace constructed of cheap ball-point pen bodies. It’s very rare to see this type of getup these days and underscored the feeling of being off the beaten path. The fancy dress indicates the kid was prepping for circumcision. No anaesthetic, just an old man with a hot razorblade grabbing a pinch of rather sensitive skin and whoop! Can’t flinch! Can’t show emotion! Pour some milk on it and go rest! So, tough guy bikers, who’d like to be next? All the young guys were really cool and then a middle-aged guy shows up and starts taking photos of us with his phone. We’ll call him Dick… Dick by name, dick by nature. He was part of a local neighbourhood watch of sorts and was documenting our passage in a most salty fashion. Ended up asking for money but wasn’t rewarded for the effort.

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Above: Just past the worker’s camp, we parked in a sea of pink wildflowers that compliment the DR’s masculine all-black uniform… come to think of it, maybe the DR is ready for circumcision?

The road south was a rock-strewn double-track that was pretty quick going. Unfortunately, MisterE saw his ass in a high-speed off that banged up his knee pretty bad. He and the DR stood back up with nothing broken though, so we carried on, deviating for a quick look at Little Lake Magadi (which, according to my wonderful ‘90s Kenya Route Map is actually called Lake Nasikie Engida, which is funny cause in Google Translate, “engida isn’t found”. But if you put in “nasikie ngida”, assuming it was a spelling thing, it comes out “hear me a dick”! I’m going to need some local help on this one!)

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Above: Old scratchy path down to Nasikie Engida

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Above: Panic cuts a manly figure at the lake

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Above: Not watching where I was going, I stupidly dumped my girl on her side on the rocks. No harm done, thankfully, but a drizzle of coolant that must have escaped from the breather made me nervous for a minute.

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Above: My beautiful piggy resting after her silly tumble.

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Above: Back up and out of the hole. The grass was long and in seed, so it was hard to see what you were riding over. It was already a lot drier than the last time we were here. I suspect next time it’ll be dry and hot as ash.

After Nasikie Engida, we were off for Magadi Sports Club for a cold beer to celebrate the discovery of new tracks. But, fate intervened. Panic had warned me that the causeway across Lake Magadi had been under water only one week ago, but I confidently said: naaah, it’ll be fiiiine, and we pressed on. I was partly right… we crested the hill and I saw the causeway stretching out across the water, but about ¾ of the way across was a dump truck… hmmm. We rode up in time to see him dump a load of rubble into the water where the causeway used to be, and then waited for an hour in the 37 C heat and no shade for three more loads and a bulldozer to flatten it down. But then, we weren’t done. There was some fording to do. Fortunately, a couple of tough piki riders led the way, paddling through the brackish, smelly water up to their engines. We gingerly crossed as well, trying to minimize the splashing of that bike-eating stuff, and then bee-lined it for a petrol station and a car wash before hitting the club for that cold celebratory beer.

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Above: Top – See, it’s all good… Bottom – Crap, spoke too soon…

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Above: The bulldozer in action. There were at least 100m of combined nasty water crossings, even after they fixed the gap they were working on. I was the colour of a tomato when I got home from broiling in the sun.

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Above: Following our pikipiki guides and trying to go dead slow, we motored through the unpleasant smelling, caustic water

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Above: Panic between swims thinking about the barnacles growing on his engine covers… He hates that Magadi water with a passion! Feels the salts rusting and corroding like acid on his own skin!

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Above: The Magadi petrol station. They always have fuel, but they close for lunch… our delay helped us on that score.

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Above: Finding a car wash substantially improved Panic’s mood.
The beer was ice-cold and wonderful. We rested a while and set out for home.
And that’s the end of the ride!
Cheers!
Oink.
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But wait! Not even close! We had decided to just hit the 70kms of tar home, so we settled in and started up the road. It’s pretty good riding as tar goes, so I was enjoying myself. Nearly to Olepolos, however, I realized the headlights in my mirror had vanished. Puncture… again… on MisterE’s DR… again. And another coin-sized hole again! That’s right… a foreign body had been left in the tire two tubes ago… it was that little washer that comes with some tubes that strengthens the valve stem. Vibration and heat chewed neat little circles in 2 tubes. We had a laugh about that and headed home.

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Above: So THAT’s how the hole got there…

And that was the end of the ride.
Cheers
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But wait! Just on the outskirts of Nairobi we were in for another roadside repair! The heat on the tarmac bubbled off the patch. At least it was late afternoon now, cool air, shade, and no hassles. A tube was found and we were finally free to head back home. Knackered.

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Above: Remember, Outer Space is Our Limit at Great Vision Schools!

And that’s the end. Really. Great ride fellas!
Cheers
Oink
 :snorting:

Before you go, check out the DR's view of the weekend:
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: Twister on February 16, 2020, 05:25:29 pm
Awesome ride, great pictures
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: Clockwork Orange on February 25, 2020, 03:48:09 pm
Man I love all your reports. You really are spoiled with the most incredible riding areas
Title: Solo day on Baby-Head Hill and mud tracks to Mi46
Post by: Osadabwa on March 11, 2020, 06:38:07 am
Yesterday, I woke up and just couldn’t bear the thought of not riding. I’d tinkered on the XRR all week at Panic’s, tweaking the carb, rebuilding the brake callipers and installing new radiators and a fresh battery. I’d put on the small tank for a change as well cause I love how lean and mean it makes her look. I gave Panic a shout, knowing full well that a week’s full of nightly rains and an utterly gloomy sky would keep him from coming along (solar-powered, is our Panic). So, it’s just me then.

I love riding solo! Leave when you want. Pick the trail you want. Go fast. Go slow. Forge ahead or surrender… it’s all up to you. No compromises. But, whatever you and the bike get into, you’ve got to get back out of. If something breaks (on you or the bike), you’ve got to deal with it somehow. I’ve been doing solo rides in Kenya when I can’t get a friend to go with me for several years now, and I can’t get enough. I’ve broken the bike and I’ve broken myself on solo rides, scared myself and run out of gas, but I keep going back. Paradoxically, my solo missions aren’t tamer because I’m alone. If anything, I’m more likely to try out that sketchy track I see out of the corner of my eye, or ride a bit harder or longer than if I’m with a friend. Perverse, maybe, but I love it.

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Above: Who’s a happy piggy?

I’d clawed my way through Nairobi’s morning traffic by about 8:30 or so and launched off toward our usual track. Today, though, there was nothing usual about it. Usual is dry, hardpacked red-clay with smooth banking curves crashing into embedded stones. Today it was slick as a fish. My half bald tires weren’t helping, but there’s no sense blaming the equipment… this kid doesn’t ride mud enough, and it shows. I was skating around like a dope and flopped in the mud within minutes. But that was the best thing that could have happened. Sliding on my ass and knocked the jitters out of me. Happy to have it out of the way, I proceeded to enjoy the gloomy skies and cheeky terrain.

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Above: May not look that slick, but just dismounting from the bike was challenging without falling over.

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Above: The gloom was total. Usually, there’s a decent view down-valley from here. Today, it was just gray skies and a hopelessly stuck station wagon.

I still hadn’t decided where to ride yet. I was hankering to head South. Most day-riders do the utterly predictable 100km run up to Ewaso Kedong and back (a sort of KLR-rider’s version of going to Starbucks), but I have more tracks up my sleeve than that. Baby-Head Hill kept banging around in my head. It’s a largely abandoned track I found four years ago that creates a spectacular, if rather tricky short-cut to Oltepesi. It weaves through Masai bomas, past sheer cliffs and bluffs, and drops you down to the valley on a descent of fist sized rocks from which the track derives its name.

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Above: Such weird skies. Clouds rolling off Mt. Esakut splatted flat against the treetops, creating an eerie fog on the track to Saikeri.

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Above: The evil mist

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Above: On the flowy part of the Baby-Head Hill track, unusually green at this time of year

As I’d just rolled out of the sack and declared today would be a riding day, I hadn’t put anything in my GPS. Baby-Head Hill wasn’t in there, but I knew how to find it… or so I thought. I drifted my way to the rocky part of the trail and found that there were many more junctions than I remembered. I knew I needed to keep right at some point, so I followed a likely path that headed to the bush. Right away I knew it wasn’t the right thing, but my solo-riding curiosity told me to see where it goes. The track was really rough. Much rockier than Baby-Head, with large, embedded stones on an overgrown 2-track that hadn’t been used much or recently. At many points I thought: “This ain’t it, man, turn back before you get stuck.” Only to keep riding. The bike and I were both overheating when it finally became obvious that the track was a dead-end charcoal-burner’s track. I killed the engine to enjoy the solitude before retracing my steps, begrudgingly, back to the main track. 

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Above: Some views near my detour

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Above: The charcoal burner track was quiet and lovely when I wasn’t growling and cursing through it

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Above: Me and my steed

Successfully climbing back up the rocky section without mishap, I found a Masai guy at a junction who pointed me in the right direction and I was off. No further detours, I found my way to Baby-Head Hill and clattered down it without any problems. Although it was overgrown with grass, the lack of activity on it recently actually made it easier to ride… most of the baby heads were wedged in the ground. Once down on the plain, I decided I’d keep the ride going and pointed my tire across the tarmac at Oltepesi toward the Butt Brothers’ farm.

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Above: Back on track

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Above: Baby Head Hill was rough but enjoyable, as long as you don't get caught in a wait-a-bit bush

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Above: Down on the plain with Esakut in the distance (poor-man's drone footage from atop an anthill)

to be continued...
Title: Baby Head and Mi46 Continued...
Post by: Osadabwa on March 11, 2020, 06:42:44 am
The ride past Butt Brothers’ was quick and enjoyable as always, with less fesh-fesh and more grass than usual. I kicked out on the “main” dirt road between Mi46 and the Magadi Tar and was in for a surprise. I figured the real riding was over, and I was ready to coast over to Mi46 for some petrol and an afternoon beer, but the recent rains had turned the road to pudding in spots, so I had to remain on my toes.

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Above: Why do they keep building these? They don’t last a single season!

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Above: Recently, this road was a small riverbed… only a couple of pikipikis and I had been down it since, and it was messy

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Above: Then it got messier

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Above: Then I picked the wrong line and ended up wallowing in a rut. Things were going fine until I lost momentum and started spinning on the stones some trucker stuck down in there. It was a bit tricky balancing the bike, removing the stones then kickstarting her again with muddy boots!

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Above: Still, where else would I rather be?

After digging myself out of my muddy grave, I kept on toward Sigiriani. The road was toast. A shadow of its recently-refurbished glory, and the gray skies kept the feeling of gloom alive. At Sigiriani, I almost crashed gawking at a lone rail-trolly on the tracks. Turning back, a Tata employee graciously allowed me to have a look at it. It’s basically a railway matatu, with seats in it for workers. I asked if it was a million years old, and he said it was brought in 2007! Africa’s hard on equipment. After that, I rode through several flowing seasonal rivers including the big one with the falls before arriving at Mi46 for my beer and petrol stop.

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Above: At Sigiriani lay-by, my XRR and the TATA Magadi rail matatu

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Above: I’ve never seen these rivers with water in them. Thankfully, they all have firm sand bottoms

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Above: At the waterfall, there was water… falling

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Above: The color of that water tells you most of Kajiado is on its way somewhere else

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Above: Found a new bar at Mi46 complete with pool table and properly cold mbeers

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Above: Refreshing pit stop, but the thunder outside kept me moving. It’s one thing to ride mud, it’s another to get stuck riding mud in a downpour

I downed my brewsky and donned my rain-jacket. The thunder and clouds ahead looked serious, and did give me a bit of a dousing, turning the black-cotton sections of the poorly maintained road to grease. I had to ride around a few stranded trucks, but mostly it was just a sprinkle and the sandy/rocky track was primed for braaaaping. Ripping along, I still didn’t really want to go home, so when I saw a track jutting off to the right, I took it, and enjoyed a nice climb up beneath the holiday houses clinging to Champaign Ridge that kicked me out right at Cona Baridi. From there, a quick drop down the tar to my dirt return track.

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Above: Above Olepolos on the high-road to Cona Baridi

250km solo day. No trailers, little tar, lots of mud and smiles. Kenya, you’re my favourite playground!

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Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: ClimbingTurtle on March 11, 2020, 07:41:12 am
Nicely done!
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: Clockwork Orange on March 11, 2020, 01:20:43 pm
Awesome as always
Title: April fools indeed...
Post by: Osadabwa on April 02, 2020, 03:48:18 pm
2020 has been a real bitch so far, but in Kenya we are still free to move around within reason and off-road motorbiking counts as social distancing, so Panic and I lit up the XRRs and took off to the valley. It was a blast, but somewhere out there I took a photo and forgot to zip my pocket back up, losing my phone to the bush. Never fear, said I, we shall simply open up the “Find my phone” app in Panic’s cell and go hunting for the thing. I’ll give you two guesses who never registered on that service, and the first one doesn’t count. So, it’s gone forever and with it all the pics save these two:

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Above: Yeah… there were better pics, but this is what we’ve got.

And to add insult to injury… or actually, to add injury to insult… on the way back, ripping up a familiar if totally washed-out track behind the Ngongs, Panic T-bones a dog and goes ass over teakettle, whacking his wrist. So now he’ll be laid up awhile. Hopefully in the meantime the Kenyans don’t decide to put us all in total lockdown.

Anyway.

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Title: Last ride before Nairobi lockdown...
Post by: Osadabwa on April 06, 2020, 04:57:15 pm
Coronavirus blues got me out of the house this morning. I was only planning to zip over to Karen, maybe take a little loop somewhere. Before I knew it, I was on my way on the backside of the Ngong Hills, twisting my way over to Cona Baridi. I clambered up the shoulder of the Ngongs enough to have a nice view, and then began to wonder if Olepolos would serve me a mid-day beer, so I zipped down the tar to have a lookysee. The place was deserted, but the barman happily served me a “take out beer”, which is just like a normal beer but it comes in a plastic cup. I enjoyed that in the gorgeous Kenyan sunshine and decided to go have a little ride on the valley’s new tar road.

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Above: The venerable XL600R. She’s taken me to Turkana and back. Normally, she’s relegated to Nairobi city riding, but if I’m willing to tone it back to KLR pace in the dirt, I am happy to bumble along any track on this 30 year old darling.

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Above: My “take-away” White Cap at Olepolos. I understand beer is good for fighting disease...

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Above: Funky big skies from Olepolos beer garden

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Above: The place was almost totally deserted, but the doors were open. I left a fat tip for my beer. Gots to support your local beer and choma establishments.

I shot back up the tar and whipped onto the dirt on the other side of the Ngongs. The XL is no XRR, that’s for sure, but she still does okay on the rough stuff. She is notably bad at big hits though, so I kept it pretty chill. It gave me a time to survey the terrain like I usually don’t when I’m flat out on the XR. I didn’t like what I saw. Fences and houses everywhere. My guess is there’s been no planning either, and soon it’ll be an overcrowded mess. My only hope is that private ownership leads to good land stewardship and we might just keep a tree or two.

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Above: I think she’s a beauty... especially in her red and black livery... the old yellow/orange/red clown outfit wasn't so great.

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Above: When I first visited here 20 years ago, there were no houses. Now people are building their dream McMansion within sight of the Ngong Hills windmill forest.

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Above: More sign of what’s to come. Stay out!

What really blows my mind is the new tar road they’re building from Ngong town to Suswa town. I have to admit, it’s a really nice road, but tarmac changes a place forever. I suspect soon it’ll be clogged with safari cars and trucks bypassing the other ways down the valley, and there’ll be new villages popping up all over the place.

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Above: Won’t be long and it’ll seem crazy I stopped in the middle of this road in broad daylight for a photo like this.

Superbikers have been hitting 200kph + down here, but I suspect that’ll be short lived. Kenya highways don’t stay smooth for long, and if they do, somebody ruins it with speed bumps.

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Above: The new tar road ends at the steepest section. It’s ripping fast, and would be fun on the XL, but I was ready to call it quits and I didn’t have so much as a patch kit or pump on hand in case of issues.


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Above: Lumbering back up the escarpment to home.

I love riding alone, and I like it when a ride just spontaneously happens. During this time of uncertainty, sometimes you just gotta get out there and braap!

 :snorting:

Epilogue: Bloody good thing I went out today... Once again, “seize the day” was the right choice. This afternoon, the Kenyan President decreed that movement in and out of Nairobi county is prohibited. All that stuff I did today is off-limits for 21 days (technically… we’ll see how it goes). I don’t know when I last had a riding drought that long! Anyway, we’re really lucky here to have good weather, big gardens and freedom to move within the city unencumbered. So, no complaints.
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: windswept on April 07, 2020, 10:34:54 am
Thanks for an interesting report. When your kids are older I'm sure pappie will take them on some awesome rides.  :thumleft:
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: Black_Hawk on April 07, 2020, 10:58:10 am
Thanks for sharing and what a nice XL you have  :thumleft: I can't wait to get mine restored and going again.
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: Sheepman on April 07, 2020, 05:16:15 pm
Just read your 2020 version, till lock up that is, and enjoyed it  :thumleft:as usual 
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: evansv on April 08, 2020, 01:01:44 pm
Great RR's as usual! Thanks :thumleft: :thumleft: :thumleft:
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: CUZZY on April 09, 2020, 08:52:15 am
Just brilliant! Love your sense of humour and ride reports. Keep sending..Did say you are American expat?
Title: Sort of...
Post by: Osadabwa on April 10, 2020, 07:48:28 am
@CUZZY - More like a refugee, but yeah. Over 20 years in Africa now. Spent about the same time on this continent as the one I was born on. Not inclined to return to the US, but since Africa's supposed to be doubling its population here pretty soon, I don't exactly relish the idea of staying here long-term either... Kenya is the best place I've lived, but if you dump 2x more humans here, it'll be pretty hard to love. I've seen with my own eyes how quickly things change from wilderness to something else, just on my day-rides. Politicians hide their stolen loot in livestock and then have warrior tribes infiltrate established farms for grazing. Every 5 years there's an election that leaves bodies in the streets over nothing more than a tribal affiliation. It's really repetitive and annoying as hell. We're all wondering how they'll handle this Covid 19 shit without causing mass destruction...

But, once this crap blows over, I'm going to keep trying to find the best tracks and blast them on my XRR.  :snorting:
Title: Easter Ride of the Dar Bikers... without me
Post by: Osadabwa on April 13, 2020, 10:40:59 am
Along with most of the world, I’m sitting on my ass at home in Nairobi waiting for Covid 19 to piss off already so we can ride. My one really long ride in a year happens over Easter when my wife and kids escape to Spain and I can flee to the far corners of Kenya or N. Tanzania. The last three years have been fantastic, so here are the links to them in case any of you poor, bored sods want something to ogle:

2017 – Up to Turkana and across the lake (http://www.wilddog.za.net/forum/index.php?topic=208957.0)

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2018 – Down to N. Tanzania and up to Samburu (http://www.wilddog.za.net/forum/index.php?topic=219546.msg4032060#msg4032060)
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2019 – Ethiopia Border (http://www.wilddog.za.net/forum/index.php?topic=233364.msg4239815#msg4239815) 
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Meanwhile, down in Tanzania, the president has declared publicly that people should gather in great numbers to pray away the disease because as he says Jesus Christ is the antidote to the satanic virus… not science, not social distancing. And this in the 21st century. Alas. Not that he has a monopoly on this well-considered plan… I’m looking at you, US pastor Kenneth “blow me” Copeland… let’s just embed that nice little remix of his speech here for fun:



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Above: Heeding the Tanzanian president’s plea to get together and pray away C-19, Dar Bikers congregate with bikes and beers

Anyway, I digress. The point is, in TZ, the boys are free to roam and ride as they wish. So, they’ve loaded up their bikes for Morogoro, the new riding mecca for off-road bikers in the country. Used to be you could do a lot of great multi-day riding out of Dar, but now it’s one large peri-urban mess thanks to a seriously unfettered social distancing and the population boom that goes with it if nobody wears a jimmy-hat. Dammit, I digress again.

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Above: Out training before the ride to Morogoro in the peri-urban mess outside Dar

So, why am I writing a RR if I’m on quarantine and wasn’t even part of the ride? Answer: I’m bored! Plus, I know these guys well enough that I bet I can correctly divine one or two details of the ride without having actually been there. So, this is my attempt at writing a ride report for a ride I didn’t even go on. I’ve stolen the photos from the Dar Bikers WhatsApp group, and I’ll make up the narrative as I go along. My hope is that after this, the Dar Bikers will elect a new guy to do these.

Anyway, here goes!

 :snorting:



Title: Dar Bikers in Morogoro Pure Fiction - Day 1
Post by: Osadabwa on April 13, 2020, 10:45:36 am
Thursday afternoon, Scania made his way to Ajax’s place. The gigantic Swede was sweating buckets in the miserable Dar heat, his hairless pate beaded with sweat, and was looking forward to getting out of town. He knew the company was going to suck, but he hoped the riding would make up for it. Having packed Ajax’s trailer with bikes and gear the night before, it was just a matter of hopping in Ajax’s new Ford SUV-thing (a big improvement over the ancient old pickup he used to drive) and begin fighting through shitty traffic to Bagamoyo, on past Msata, cutting off the Chalinze corner and swinging west to Morogoro.

Ajax volunteered to take the first turn behind the wheel (clever Ajax, he knew Scania would fall for it, and it would mean he could have a few road beers as they approached Morogoro) and did a great job of crawling past the stupid police checkpoints without getting a ticket for speeding. It was easy as Ajax is getting slower and slower with age. Scania, on the other hand, incapable of moderation - “slow” not being a word in his vocabulary – got a nice fat fine and cursed Thor in some ancient Norse tribal language so vile Ajax’s eyelids folded inside-out. But, before they knew it, they’d arrived. And what an arrival! There is a new hotel in town, the Edelwyss, and it’s a big improvement over the other options. In no time, the boys were sipping beers overlooking the misty earth below, decidedly happier than most of us bastards out here in lockdown, and sending around photos just to rub it in.

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Above: The Edelwyss, Morogoro’s new choice for sweaty, bald, talentless bikers
That evening, the other bikers trickled in for a bit of beer and Konyagi. Lies were spouted on all sides, chief among them from young TS1 (or is it TS2? I can’t tell them apart) who claimed to be ready to show the guys some really great riding. Everybody knows the young guard is full of crap. They talk a big game, but the past several rides, it’s only been the old guys who make it to the finish. The whippersnappers either can’t maintain their rides or just can’t hang with the old guys for the full duration. As if to prove the point, TS1 went to bed at 8PM, tuckered out like a little lamb, while the Bald Boys continued on into the night, riding a wave of Konyagi to their beds sometime later.

Up early (it’s much easier to get on the trail in good time since Benny Boom-Boom stopped coming on rides, but it is a lot less entertaining) the bikers slurped down some version of fried egg, sausage, white bread and milky tea and donned their kit. TS1 took the lead toward the supposedly incredible trails he promised. Sceptical, but willing to just go along for the ride for once, Ajax agreed and they set off. The trail climbed high into the Uluguru Mountains, pushing the bikers through high grass and forested stretches. At one point, the grass was well over their heads and rained down cold dew as they pushed their way through it. In another area, fallen trees presented an interesting challenge, but after years of following Ajax through the deep bush on trails seen only to himself and certain rare species of bats, it was nothing new for these guys… they probably spend some portion of the week bent over anyway.

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Above: Ready to go, deep into the tall grass

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Above: TS1’s track was fun and challenging, but too easy for Scania who is just as nimble as a cat on his bike

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Above: Early triumph high on the flank of the Ulugurus

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Above: A bit of pushing was in order

All in all, it was an adventurous day. They were lost a great deal of the time, but that’s also nothing new. No punctures saved them a lot of headaches, and they were back drinking beers back at the Edelwyss in good time. The howling bunch of lying bikers were in bed by 9 though, unaccustomed as they are to any physical activity, but it was probably a good thing. They needed their rest for what was to come.

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Title: Dar Bikers Easter Ride Pure Fiction - Day 2
Post by: Osadabwa on April 13, 2020, 10:50:27 am
Out of bed in good time, they again poked eggs, sausage and tea down their necks and set off once again to tame the Uluguru mountains. As dangerous and speedy as a pack of leopard tortoises, they raced up a long, quick road to get stuck in and then deviated on what turned out to be a fantastic little track leading up a ridge with huge views down below. It was a great way to start the day, but it would only get better. Turns out TS1 isn’t as useless at finding trails as Ajax said he was.

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Above: Morning victory salute. Bikes loving this steep climb.

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Above: Ajax a bit dizzy from all the climbing. It’s probably time for a mid-morning beer, eh old feller?

Alas, there’d be no rest for the wicked on this day. The boys kept linking one little track together after another, climbing higher and higher into the Ulugurus on overgrown paths and washed out dirt roads. The views were spectacular and the temperature perfect, no rain meant perfect grip and if they weren’t such shitty riders they really would have hauled serious ass up there!

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Above: Awesome riding, run-of-the-mill bikers!
At a certain bridge, the guys were accosted by a pair of pygmy witches. Notorious for their magic, conjured out of the crevices and caves of the ancient mountains, the bikers should have been nervous. If the witches didn’t like the cut of their jib, they would not be allowed to pass. After some discussion, Ajax was chosen to be the unlucky spokesman and the convo went something like this:

Pygmy women: Halt, wankers. What is your business here?
Ajax: No business like Show Business, baby! We are going to Njombe.
P.W.: Njombe?! Hapana, mzungu… hii sio barabara Njombe.
Ajax: Fine, we’re just up here farting around, looking for tracks, making a mess of it. You know, kawaida. Why you busta my balls? Do you have beer?
P.W.: Not acceptable. Let us see what’s in your trousers.
Ajax: Ati? Now, ladies, that’s inappropriate! I’m not like that at all.
P.W.: No, filthy ingrate, I mean your papers. How do we know you didn’t just arrive from Wutang Province?
Ajax: Wuhan…
P.W.: Whatever. Papers, or you don’t pass.
Ajax: (He here strung together a litany of expletives that would crack your screen were I to write them out, ending with…) No.
P.W.: Then we will put a curse on you and your friends. (and they began to wave their hands in the air, shaking them around like they just don’t care)
Ajax: Do your worst, witches! It is of little consequence! We’re already the damned! (Laughing maniacally)

And with that, the Orange Hoard simultaneously started their engines, revving the poorly-tuned KTMs to their limits, blowing the witches backward into the stream with the roar. Unfortunately for Ajax, however, the witches had already begun their spell…

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Above: The bikers meet the Pygmy Witches

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Above: The aftermath of the encounter with the witches… guess Ajax will be less flippant next time.

Dar Bikers don’t sweat a little witchcraft, so on they rode. Some thought Ajax’s looks were actually much improved by the witches’ spell, but it wore off soon enough so they were stuck looking at his usual mug. But, the riding was still amazing, so they lost no time getting back at it, riding like drunken sloths up the trails, enjoying the scenery. Eventually, somebody realised it had been nearly 12 hours since the last beer, so they pulled into a little shanty and asked if there was any Kili laying around. Luckily enough, the proprietors were well stocked, so the boys spent the better part of the afternoon there before reacquiring their balance and their bikes and blitzing back down the trail to the Edelwyss.

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Above: Brilliant views, deep valleys

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Above: Bikers looking spry. Ajax recovered from the sorcery.

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Above: Wonderful track through the fields

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Above: Dar Bikers sniff out a local pub.

That’s it for day 2. We’ll see what bullshit I invent about day 3 tomorrow.

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Title: Dar Bikers Easter Goof Off Utter Fiction Report 2020
Post by: Osadabwa on April 13, 2020, 11:15:17 am
Third day, Ajax resumes his place on point and the boys ascend into the misty mountains. Weather has been perfect so far, but the morning is cool and wet, and some of the tracks are decidedly slick. Barely half an hour into the ride, Ajax makes an unannounced pitstop in the bush to relieve himself (you’re meant to crap at the hotel, Ajax!) while the others lobbed pebbles in his general direction. Good thing for Ajax, Dar Bikers throw like girls, so nobody even came close. Ablutions behind him, so to speak, Ajax was good as new and took the guys on a challenging track past deep stands of bananas and along steep hillsides. The slickness made some of the young gumbies wiggle in their boots. Auto particularly suffered on the slick, but the others were kind and only called him a weenie a couple of times.

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Above: Ajax pauses to do the twosies in the treesies

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Above: Back on track, slick and tricky

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Above: Auto (I think that’s Auto) goes full gumby, walking down a slick section

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Above: Scania, Auto and some unidentified guy… of the three of them, it’s fairly easy to see who’s the best rider (hint, it’s the dude practicing nose-down track stands, no doubt while waiting for the rest of the muppets to navigate the mud... dude you're with the wrong crowd!)

The riding was rough on the bikers, wet wet wet. Slipping and sliding, they decided it was probably time to get some “fuel” and pulled into a dodgy village for yet another round of beers. By the time they pulled their heads out of the bottle, it was afternoon and they cruised back to the Edelwyss in time for some of the guys to pack up and piss off.

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Above: Rocks and mud made combined made it just a little too much for young Auto. Fortunately, a beer awaited at the next hillside village

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Above: Despite being abused by a band of merry bikers, the Uluguru mountains of Tanzania are truly spectacular. A little corner of the world not too many bikers explore.

There you have it. An entirely fictional ride report for the archives. Dar Bikers, you bunch of tossers, get your act together and nominate somebody to do your RRs for you! Preferably somebody who actually went on the ride. And up your photo game too, while your at it, I want to see more variety, better cropping, and fewer vertical shots! Finally, screw you guys for having a blast out there in the muddy mountains without me!

That's it.

Back to lockdown.

Nuts

 :snorting:
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: XT JOE on April 24, 2020, 09:35:47 pm

Superb reading as always thanks- nice tracks outside Dar es salaam
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: ClimbingTurtle on April 25, 2020, 11:51:39 am
Awesome sttuff!!

In 1994 I tried to find a coastal route from Dar to Bagamoyo to meet some travels there, it was a cluster-F of note - we couldnt find a way accross one of the rivers and after buggering around for 24 hours in the bush (no peri-urban in hose days) we hit the main road to head to Tanga, one of the bikes broke down in a village on the A14 and we spent 2 days there trying to fix it - I tried the dirt road to Bagamoya and got accosted by a bunch of white poachers at some point.... I got back to the village and my mate road up to Tanga to get parts, where he was hit by a truck.......

We all lived and one day I will do a RR....  :biggrin:
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: 2StrokeDan on April 25, 2020, 04:19:30 pm
Awesome sttuff!!

In 1994 I tried to find a coastal route from Dar to Bagamoyo to meet some travels there, it was a cluster-F of note - we couldnt find a way accross one of the rivers and after buggering around for 24 hours in the bush (no peri-urban in hose days) we hit the main road to head to Tanga, one of the bikes broke down in a village on the A14 and we spent 2 days there trying to fix it - I tried the dirt road to Bagamoya and got accosted by a bunch of white poachers at some point.... I got back to the village and my mate road up to Tanga to get parts, where he was hit by a truck.......

We all lived and one day I will do a RR....  :biggrin:

This RR I will not miss! :thumleft: :thumleft:
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: Osadabwa on April 29, 2020, 07:37:50 am
Awesome sttuff!!

In 1994 I tried to find a coastal route from Dar to Bagamoyo to meet some travels there, it was a cluster-F of note - we couldnt find a way accross one of the rivers and after buggering around for 24 hours in the bush (no peri-urban in hose days) we hit the main road to head to Tanga, one of the bikes broke down in a village on the A14 and we spent 2 days there trying to fix it - I tried the dirt road to Bagamoya and got accosted by a bunch of white poachers at some point.... I got back to the village and my mate road up to Tanga to get parts, where he was hit by a truck.......

We all lived and one day I will do a RR....  :biggrin:

Fucksake, sounds like a blast! It's hard to imagine how much has changed in the intervening years, and very little of it for the better. We're all stuck at home... write up that RR already!

 :snorting:
Title: Pure Fiction - Dar Bikers v. the Morogoro M'Boys
Post by: Osadabwa on May 24, 2020, 08:46:40 pm
Twas another hot and muggy evening in Dar es Salaam, like all evenings in Dar es Salaam. Ajax had just finished watching Top Gear re-runs and found himself picking at the label on his sweaty beer, staring at the ceiling, wondering what could energize the Dar Bikers. Over the years, the peri-urban area around the city has gotten uglier, busier and more developed. It had become harder to organize a day-ride that could inspire the few hardy off-roaders left. Most of the old guard have either moved to infinitely better places (like Kenya) or have become so bloated from years of beer, mishikaki and chips mayayi that they can no longer see their peckers without a mirror, let alone ride a motorbike in the bush.

It was a sad state of affairs indeed. Ajax hung his shiny, bald head in despair...

But that was it! He had an idea! It was straight out of Top Gear! Nothing inspires people like a competition! Determined, he whips out his phone and dials up TS1 living in Morogoro with a challenge worthy of Jeremy Clarkson and crew. It would be the Dar Bikers against the Morogoro Boys in a virtual race. They would each set out Sunday morning at a set time from their respective home towns, and ride a set distance, documenting the route as they went and posting on WhatsApp. The first group to get back home was the winner. The Dar Bikers would tackle the muddy pipeline road, and the Mororogo Mud Boys would rip up to the Maji ya Susu falls just outside town.

Jazzed with his plan, and having rallied the Dar crew as well, he hit the hay early, eschewing his usual trip to the Love-U-Happy “massage parlour” and the large mama there called Agnes that he swears is just a friend. Following morning, it was game on!

The Morogoro M'boys had chosen a short, technical route straight out of town on foot paths aiming for Maji ya Susu. The M’Boys, as they’re known (everyone is allowed to choose their own gender these days, so I’m not allowed to dispute it, despite all credible reports to the contrary) is composed entirely of gumbies hopelessly unfit for purpose. They bumbled up into the hills, along the banana-lined contours over red-slick clay tracks, high into the Ulugurus. The views were spectacular, the air crisp and clean. The pace was decent, but every last one of them managed to cock it up at least once, spinning out on a climb, botching a log-jump. They arrived to the waterfall and sent a triumphant message to Dar, declaring they were sure to win, and began trundling back to the bar like a bunch of already drunk pandas.

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Above: The Morogoro Boys starting out in true muppet-style… already off bike and pushing!

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Above: TS1 may be a hopeless biker, but he’s lucky to make a mess of it in such an amazing place

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Above: TS1 showing us how NOT to hop a couple of grippy, mid-sized logs and then has the cheek to pose like a conquering hero at Maji ya Susu falls! SMH (that’s Gen-Z speak for, what a plonker)

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Above: The Boys at the falls: TS1 on the L, Auto on the R and Mob Barleycorn in the middle.

Meanwhile, back in Dar, the Bikers battled their way through the pea-soup that passes for air in that godforsaken shambolic city and struck out for the track. Ajax lead the way, as usual, dragging the hapless band of empty-headed hooligans out to what, for now, constitutes the edge of the city. Blink and it’ll soon be apartments. The track was pretty well defined by charcoal burners who have reduced plant life around the city to shrubby trees and little patches of black nothingness where the trees once stood, and still the Bikers managed to cock it up. The first hint of terrain and half the group was on their ass. Some blamed bald tires and others bald heads, but it’s just a general lack of ability that keeps the Dar Bikers flopping around in the bush.

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Above: Only minutes into the ride and already its sumpy-side up

Having managed to tackle the oh-so-treacherous bump called “Mlima wa Mtoto”, they pressed on, pushing up and down rutted and eroded tracks, farther from the city and deeper into the heat. Soon, the sun was straight up and there was no reprieve. Bikes began to steam and bikers began to cry for mama. Uncountable hours of farting around later (Ajax thought he saw a better track to try and ended up taking everyone on a wild goose chase as usual), they popped out on the flats where a long, deep muddy section awaited to soak their boots and dampen their spirits.

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Above: “Lost in the Bush… Again” will be the title of Ajax’s autobiography

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Above: The mudhole gave the boys another chance to demonstrate their lack of talent. Here we see the “waddle, paddle, outrigger” approach common of BMW riders and ladies, demonstrated perfectly. Where the hell his helmet is, I dunno…

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Above: To be fair to the Bikers, it was a tad deep, that mud, and none of the guys have any skills whatsoever

But Gord smiles on idiots, bikers and biking idiots, and Lo! Just at the end of the muddy hellhole, just at the end of the Biker’s wits, just at the point where everyone starts to think about tattooing “Kick Me, I’m Danish” on the back of Ajax’s head, the tar appears and on it, an Azam Ice Cream trike. Salvation! Elation! Celebration! Congratulation! The guys feasted on the mildly frozen, diary-like Petri dishes on a stick and then raced for the finish line, aware that the Morogoro Gumbies were in the lead.

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Above: The band of Bikers wades out of the muck to find Azam at the ready. Ajax decides this umbrella-carrying-iced treat containing-3 wheeled contraption might just be better than a KTM. XRR riders know it for certain.

It was neck-and-neck with the Morogoro M'boys crawling down their steeper, but much shorter track and the Dar Bikers racing back through hellish heat and typically infuriating traffic to their respective bars. At the end, of course, the Dar Bikers arrived in the lead. As usual, the lads from Morogoro are found lacking. Just goes to show that in Tanzania you may be older, uglier, fatter and lazier, but that doesn’t mean you won’t win!

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Above: The Dar Bikers, victorious as usual. Laugh it up, you ugly bastards!

Cheers

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Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: Kaboef on May 24, 2020, 09:05:50 pm
Love the writing!

Have you lived in Kenya long? Where are your from originally?
What do you do there?


Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: XT JOE on June 01, 2020, 09:11:41 pm
Fantastic read as always
Title: 2020 07 - Breakout Eburru Ride
Post by: Osadabwa on July 08, 2020, 06:29:58 pm
Eburru Breakout!

The Corona Lockdown of 2020 ended (for now) which meant the boys and I wasted no time getting on the bikes for a ride. Wry had been to Eburru Forest with the family and no doubt realized how much more fun it would be to go there with bikers, so we packed up our Pigs and hit the dirt for a one-night ride and camp.

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Above: My insuperable XR650R in travel trim minus the extra-large tank. We’d find fuel along the way.

We met at Wry’s place at 8AM for some weak-ass coffee and dry-ass toast. To be fair, I made the coffee and the toast was perhaps unavoidably and even desirably dry, being toast and all, but I digress. While breakfasting, I noticed something amiss with our newest Pig owner’s kit. Having prepared in a rush to join us – understandably eager as he surely was to hang out with three real cool dudes like us – his soft-bag setup had one big flaw: The strap holding it on was in a position sure to be ripped to shreds by the rear tire on the first big hit. Fortunately, Panic was on the scene and made a plan, relocating the straps and mounting them afresh. The bag was secure, for the time being, and we took off down the valley behind the Ngong Hills.

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Above: On his maiden voyage with the Pig, Mr Phancy Pants adjusts his equipment at Wry’s place. Being his first trip, it was expected he’d have a few teething issues with equipment etc, but nobody could have foreseen the vintage 90’s Fancy Dress Thor Trousers he’d grace us with on the ride! What a treat!

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Above: Mr Pants adjusts his equipment, again, behind the Ngongs. It would become something of a theme. Damn those vintage bungee cords… just not enough stretch for the rigors of the Rift!

The morning warmed up quickly and the throttles cried out for twisting, so we ripped past Saikeri on to Najile. This section of road has great flow, good speeds and one or two nice little tricky spots to keep you within the limits. There are many culverts out there ripe for launching, but at least one of them hides a gnarly washout on the other side. Biker beware!

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Above: Wry putting kms between him and the office

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Above: Nice place, Kenya

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Above: Najile petrol-in-bottle-station. Panic holds forth on the prowess of the BRP to the local bikers. They all agree it is a machine.

Past Najile, we kept Mt Suswa on our right flank and pounded over the rough tracks. I had my eye on a nice wide riverbed that would take us up to the Narok Road, so we aimed our wheels and let fly. Upon arriving at the lugga, however, it became clear that it wasn’t going to be easy. A few years of floods had cut vertical walls with no visible entry points anywhere. The road dead-ended into a sheer 3 meter drop off and nobody had cared to make a new way in. We diverted South, found an entry point and thought we had it made, but unfortunately a 3 meter dry waterfall killed that idea too. Given the time and the distance remaining, we decided to have a bite to eat in the shade and take the more direct route instead.

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Above: Me checking out the riverbed. 3 meter drop off and no entry point meant we’d have to divert.

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Above: Panic wanted to look at the riverbed too, but dropped the Piggy turning around. Luckily, I was there to get this nice action shot. I feel our friendship only grows as we show each other our vulnerable sides. Ha! Muppet!

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Above: Only a few hundred meters into the riverbed, a dried waterfall blocked our forward progress so we stopped for lunch.

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Above: A nice little shady water hole made a great spot for our repast of tinned fish

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Above: Phancy phixing his phucked up luggage while Wry does nothing to assist, and I mean nothing!

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Above: Leaving the riverbed in a roar… I’ll return with more time to find a way around the blockage and up the lugga.

Pounding our way along, we reached the Narok road, headed further West and diverted North again. Our tires had just barely hit dirt when Wry decided to examine the soil in detail. And what a spot to do it, too. In a series of tricky mud sections, which I managed to cross with no issues at all it should be noted, Wry pitched himself sidelong into the muck. Of course, he blamed me: “I hit your track and it knocked me in!” What a tw…izzler. A green sheen floated on the surface and his bike was basking nicely in it. I bravely returned to take a photo of his shame, but he seemed to think I should help him pick up his bike. No easy task, that. And just the sheer effort of watching Wry and I struggle and fart around in vain made Panic drop his bike in the mud as well. Comic, really. We’re bad-assed experts for sure.

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Above: Wry’s bike takes a mud bath with him along for the ride. The smell became known as “Eau de Muppet”

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Above: Muddy piggy needed a bit of help… the throttle body doesn’t spin well when packed full of cow manure and mud, and we didn’t need Wry launching himself like a missile with no tailfins up the escarpment!

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Above: Down on the flats, the effect of a series of heavy rainy seasons was obvious

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Above: Absolutely beautiful… and the scenery isn’t bad either, heading up the Mau

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Above: A patchwork quilt of farms and weedy, treeless areas roll on forever up here. Conspicuously absent: forest.

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Above: With one drop of rain, this track would have been a diabolical bobsled course. We got lucky with the weather this time.

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Above: Over the top of the Mau and down to Kongoni on some of the roughest, least flowy tracks around… It’s scenic, but hard work. The Pig makes it as easy as it can be, just soaking up the bumps with its one foot of wheel travel (https://www.motorcyclespecs.co.za/model/Honda/honda_xr650r_05.html). Remind me again why people like the 690?

Fuelled up, we raced the rest of the way to Kongoni, around to Eburru and up the hill to the Forest Gate just ahead of a doozy of a raincloud that looked to me like it was getting closer. It’s now time for my obligatory sawdust grind about the state of the world, trees and overpopulation. Eburru Forest is a little emerald gem, but it’s a fraction of an ecosystem that once extended to the Mau Forest and down to Masai Mara. Now, the fence line of Eburru is as sharply delineated as American Politics and there is nothing connecting it and the Mau, which has dwindled horribly even since I’ve been riding bikes in Kenya in 2003. It’s a shame, but what to do, right? With 360,000 babies born every day and half as many of us kicking the bucket, I guess we’re all on a one-way ticket to Armageddon. Thank heavens I’m going there on a Pig.

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Above: Google Earth shows the damage to the corridor in the less than 20 years since I’ve been riding through… the Mau Forest is almost gone. Eburru has been salvaged, but without a corridor linking other areas, it’s now an island of green in an Agricultural free-for all, with people planting on hillsides with no terraces, cutting trees, and generally getting it all wrong.

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Above: Arrival at the gate. Nobody was thinking about deforestation… we were thinking about the whopping rain cloud that was rumbling just over the hill. Wry swore it wouldn’t arrive and for once in all the time I’ve known him, he was right!

In no time, we were signed in and rumbling to the campsite which was a grassy spot on the edge of a small volcanic crater from which was continually emitted several jets of steam. While we made camp and changed out of riding kit, a motorbike appeared with our beer delivery! That’s how it’s done folks. Well done again Wry! Tucking into some Biltong and swilling beers, we slid down the crater rim to the nearest steam vent and lounged around in the heat created by this giant ball hurtling through the universe we all sit on.

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Above: Camp all to ourselves.

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Above: Biltong at camp

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Above: Taking in the vapours

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Above: Me wondering how I’m going to get another beer just as Mr Pants arrives with fresh ammo!

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Above: Inoculating against Corona by licking the prehistoric ooze… (no I didn’t)

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Above: Not a bad place to chill after a long ride… it’s gonna take me a while to lose the Covid-19kgs I’ve put on. That six-pac would work on the Michelin Man.

As dusk settled in, we clamoured back up to camp, arranged ourselves around a fire that Wry and Mr. Pants finally got roaring and polished off our last beers. Two packs of sausage and several tuppers worth of goodies from the depths of Pants’s panniers later and we were stuffed. Out came the whisky and on came the music. Bullshit and blather continued well into the night and 1.5L of whisky evaporated just like the mist. The clouds hung low and sped fast across a dimly lit sky. It was a very funky place to be. Good place.

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Above: Me and Panic. Like two nuts in a scrot.

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Above: Evening camp. Note Wry is the only one drying his kit… wonder why that is? Do I smell Eau de Wanker.

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Above:  Someone paint me this still life

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Above: Not even dark yet and things are getting silly. I often photoshop funny faces on the guys, but this time, there’s no need! Panic looks like a mad arab refugee undergoing chemotherapy while holding back a fart and Wry is the spitting image of a Chameleon just before he tongues a fly to death.

(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/pw/ACtC-3fE9rcfEoS99uuWbHSdp4OIJLSlLfPvNta8yOvipWgXGik3ss_-hx1SOHpqH0q6NphU4Fu3lDavydIjGySlmlXnBL6CDS-VFDnO9Say8UfExGd6a4EjDvZG9q6mDvX77Hg1yK_ZBQHGoX6JRReZK7ug=w959-h540-no?authuser=0)
Above: More kit drying, unsuccessfully we learned later (to our delight) and an ominous Panic bringing over the next half litre of Whisky (to our detriment).

Tomorrow's tomorrow...  :snorting:

Title: 2020 Eburru ride day 2 - heading home
Post by: Osadabwa on July 08, 2020, 06:34:55 pm
Daybreak found three half corpses and one unphased Mr. Phancy Pants who seemed to be the lone survivor of the night before. Blue skies flitted between cloud and mist. The whole scene was surreal, and we would all have enjoyed it very much if our eyes focused properly and we didn’t have to concentrate on not falling over quite so much.  But, to my amazement, one cup of appallingly strong instant coffee and I was right as rain. Wry and Panic, however, seemed a bit wan and maybe looked slightly puffier than usual. Suffice it to say, sentence structure wasn’t a thing, and we took absolutely forever to break camp.

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Above: What a funky camp

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Above: Panic and I… I mean, if anyone needs fashion models, we’re available to do the Dads’ Fall Puffy Jackets Line.

We finally stuffed the gear back on the bike (or in Mr P’s case, lashed it Helter-Skelter all over the damn place) and began our way out of camp. It took a great deal of concentration to ride the fog moistened double-track through grass through the forest. A moment’s lack of focus had Wry on his ass looking back up the trail at Mr. Pants who had been behind him. Suffice it to say, reflexes were not yet flexing.

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Above: Wry sporting his team logo.

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Above: Deep in the forest. Definitely worth coming back to explore a bit further on foot.

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Above: Elusive Forest Hogs

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Above: Emerging out the northern, sunny and dry side of the forest, Panic points ahead. He’d managed to see one of the 10 rare forest Bongo on the roadside. How cool is that?

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Above: Waiting for Wry to catch up already

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Above: Couldn’t fault the views. Could see over Elementaita all the way to Lake Nakuru from up there.

Once out the Mpesa gate, we looped clockwise around the forest on farm tracks, bumping along in the sunshine, slowly waking up. The going is always slow in heavy agricultural areas. Tracks are badly abused and often washed out, there are many 90 degree corners around fields and everything seems to get in the way of a nice rhythm. It’s why I prefer the desert, the long tracks, the rocks, sand, heat and speed.

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Above: Picking our way down from Eburru Forest through the shambas

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Above: Panic checks to see if his carb pilot light is still on

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Above: Back around the south end of the mountain

Stomachs rumbling, we raced like limping Clydesdales around the lake to Ranch House where we plopped down at a table and ordered pizzas and smooooozuz. Cokes were heavily favoured by the lads, but I chose one tidy beer which absolutely hit the spot. Sometime after mid-day we saddled up afresh, heavy of belly and thick of head and clobbered ourselves over the hammered low shoulder of the Mau, back to Suswa town and on to Najile.

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Above: We were just riding now… no time for pics. We were all thinking about our beds, most likely.

From Najile, we got our second wind. Those desert roads, that sweet, sweet flowing, racing, drifting dirt! The stone sections and climbs, the close calls with livestock, the blind corners and eye-watering straights! In a blink of an eye we were in Saikeri and as the dust settled I found myself pedantically warning Pants: “This is great, but don’t get complacent. You’re not home until you’re home!” And sure as all shit slides downhill, I ate my own words and saw my ass in spectacular fashion.

That Saikeri stretch is just a blast, and I know it very well… apparently so well I think I don’t have to use my eyes to judge things any more. So, as I flew uphill and into an arcing off-camber right hander, I didn’t need to see if there was loose soil near the edge. And as the front tire was washing out, I didn’t need to see the stones I was about to land on. But I bloody well felt it! It was a biggie, but I came out virtually unscathed thanks to the heavy, hot, whah whah whah etc etc etc, kit I wear. I kept my hands on the bars all the way to the ground and all the way to the end of the considerable slide. The pads saved my bones, but one embedded stone managed to sink its Igneous teeth into the fleshy bit of my forearm. I nearly got away Scott free, but considering the pace, I’ll chalk it up as a win!

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Above: Last riding shot, and my boo-boo which could have been a lot worse.

And that’s all folks. Gents, it was another glorious ride in green Kenya. The bikes are perfect, the riding amazing. Like all of you, if I could improve on the quality of the company, I would, but beggars can’t be choosers so let’s do it again!
Pants, hope to get you out with us again soon. Swap out a few bits of your camping kit, fix your shock and you’ll be sorted. Whatever you do, don’t sell those vintage Thor trousers! Nobody rocks the teal and violet like you do!

Cheers

 :snorting:
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: RobLH on July 08, 2020, 07:40:48 pm
I can’t see any pics.

I can now, another great report, cheers.
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: Xpat on July 08, 2020, 09:33:59 pm
Let me try from my google photo account:

(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/HTy2ZketBRkUZL6QDWlcfiCBxy7g01Vg2QO2JiIdrcjoo6AXL5F35SZVG_3uPadfH0p8hScwD_zS6a9CipkVMAGbjm0WHIK8eqHQ4XxMOdgYsom0MzQc7bijAmYRv5QComS8HHeCHEqi7pjMdTf8uwG_841Vkb2U91Ag8_w-ygS7g-sZjrAByWnX_P2N0AEYFZCZ5xB3IZ9V7cHWFRjWjyGC9MKVL_fA5Be7TW_YczidFb0qEH7lUAYG8siq5-UjdHUZHHWA21bD_3VyLgBKIS4GBFn_Ra6RyyCctg9niYIxOM3wpx8LpdA7PuZ1WLwT7Jl2HvMZYIh-Cp5973pgNRfdLvCM4nKPW4o6Et_mBe2hVYd64VFnIQ8hhsX4siyq9H8-sPvXdGjjvwAKjCO142HFTEjWpN-4dr_QaEnpTzPhtOblBl4Vrp0yFjZKkGbeaCQAX9Nc5-T6oka0Ft-Tb2TVjNBYIiPOrrBIe-TNeQ8wwxf8kcJ6BYOvDZOXXbUZLJLNjlyixinxxtg490JkkWWZ0RTlDY6UIXGYS3wqCH2GwA31WlglYIHAjPXj1XxMihBKUHXbpSGBaX_vErpH6kXR7lhfBozRbHM6AZ8iOOp0mmHi9IdQAKovEn08VonbMCqkeoptrSUcSKyCYW_xseQczBrN9O2pV9jR6In5n8ZkO7JuAPsbe1bnK4bF=w694-h390-no?authuser=0)


Can you see it? If you can (I can), all I have done is I right clicked on the image in googlephoto, selected 'Copy Image Address' and posted it on WD into the [IMG] tabs
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: Xpat on July 08, 2020, 09:42:07 pm
Make sure that the album is has 'public' setting in sharing / security setting.
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: petri oosthuizen on July 08, 2020, 10:46:15 pm
NICE TR/Pics/Reading/Bikes.........Thanks!!!! :thumleft: O0
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: Xpat on July 08, 2020, 11:23:18 pm
Let me try from my google photo account:

(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/HTy2ZketBRkUZL6QDWlcfiCBxy7g01Vg2QO2JiIdrcjoo6AXL5F35SZVG_3uPadfH0p8hScwD_zS6a9CipkVMAGbjm0WHIK8eqHQ4XxMOdgYsom0MzQc7bijAmYRv5QComS8HHeCHEqi7pjMdTf8uwG_841Vkb2U91Ag8_w-ygS7g-sZjrAByWnX_P2N0AEYFZCZ5xB3IZ9V7cHWFRjWjyGC9MKVL_fA5Be7TW_YczidFb0qEH7lUAYG8siq5-UjdHUZHHWA21bD_3VyLgBKIS4GBFn_Ra6RyyCctg9niYIxOM3wpx8LpdA7PuZ1WLwT7Jl2HvMZYIh-Cp5973pgNRfdLvCM4nKPW4o6Et_mBe2hVYd64VFnIQ8hhsX4siyq9H8-sPvXdGjjvwAKjCO142HFTEjWpN-4dr_QaEnpTzPhtOblBl4Vrp0yFjZKkGbeaCQAX9Nc5-T6oka0Ft-Tb2TVjNBYIiPOrrBIe-TNeQ8wwxf8kcJ6BYOvDZOXXbUZLJLNjlyixinxxtg490JkkWWZ0RTlDY6UIXGYS3wqCH2GwA31WlglYIHAjPXj1XxMihBKUHXbpSGBaX_vErpH6kXR7lhfBozRbHM6AZ8iOOp0mmHi9IdQAKovEn08VonbMCqkeoptrSUcSKyCYW_xseQczBrN9O2pV9jR6In5n8ZkO7JuAPsbe1bnK4bF=w694-h390-no?authuser=0.jpg)


Can you see it? If you can (I can), all I have done is I right clicked on the image in googlephoto, selected 'Copy Image Address' and posted it on WD into the [IMG] tabs

Hmmm - I see it doesn't work anymore. Strange, I could see the image when I posted it - sorry, no idea what is going on with googlephotos.
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: Buffel B on July 09, 2020, 06:24:04 am
Great RR. Thx
Title: Google Photo Fixed
Post by: Osadabwa on July 09, 2020, 07:08:39 am
OK Folks, looks like I sorted out the Google Photo issue. See this fix from a guy at ADV rider: LINK (https://advrider.com/f/threads/google-photo-image-posting-issue.1099082/page-2#post-30393793)

So, there should be a new addition above with 2 days of riding in Eburru Forest followed by some stuff from Xpat trying (and failing) to help me sort the photo issue.

Hope to be riding again soon, but first the wife is dragging me to the coast for a week! I'd rather be riding, but what to do. It's a tough life.

So, @Buffel B and @petri oosthuizen look again.

 :snorting:
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: Edgar on July 09, 2020, 10:17:26 am
It looks like awesome riding that you guys are doing. Keep up the good work!  :thumleft:
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: ClimbingTurtle on July 09, 2020, 11:17:27 am
I dont know if I should move to Kenya or just trade the XC for a XR....

Stunning as usual!!

 :thumleft:
Title: No question!
Post by: Osadabwa on July 09, 2020, 12:01:45 pm
I dont know if I should move to Kenya or just trade the XC for a XR....

Stunning as usual!!

 :thumleft:

Well, you can decide yourself about Kenya, but the XRR is a no brainer! And in RSA they're so cheap, relative to what it took for us to get them here... I'd get two!
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: 0012 on July 09, 2020, 12:15:18 pm
...
Stunning as usual!!

 :thumleft:

+1000   :thumleft:   :thumleft:   :thumleft:   :ricky:
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: sidetrack on July 09, 2020, 12:18:30 pm
Fantastic as always  :thumleft: :ricky:
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: Sheepman on July 09, 2020, 01:01:35 pm
Great RR & pics....... again  :thumleft:
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: Elkanah on July 16, 2020, 03:20:48 pm
 :sip: :thumleft:
Title: 2020 07 - Day out for test ride
Post by: Osadabwa on July 25, 2020, 11:22:21 am
After our last escape, in which I returned home with a decent gash in my arm, all of my riding has been confined to grocery runs. We fixed that yesterday with a quick day out. It was pretty much a milk-run, starting off behind the Ngongs, taking the tricky way to Magadi Rd, crossing to head into the Butt Brothers’ valley, up to Mi46 for a beer and a bit of hooliganising in the riverbed and back. 240km in all, back in time for an afternoon snooze.

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Above: Off the main tracks in search of the rocky-rolly descent

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Above: The end of the rocky-rolly descent… kind of hard to stop for pics where it’s steep and tricky

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Above: Heading into the Butt Brothers’ valley, some enterprising weavers and a couple of beautiful red bushpigs

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Above: Panic makes a nice drifty turn

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Above: Giraffes above Butt Brothers’ farm

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Above: A bit of the rocky quick stuff aiming toward Mi46. Just a month ago I did this track and it was quite a bit different. The mud was really something.

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Above: Finding a breezy pub in Mi46, we swallowed a couple of White Caps and watched a cat do gymnastics while gospel videos alternated with Mexican telenovelas on the TV

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Above: Peckish after the beer, we rode down into the riverbed, burning our way to a shady tree for some tinned fish and salty cashews

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Above: We were more than half way home, so we had a postprandial rest and listened to the birds. Since there has been a couple of heavy rain years, the little tweeters are out in force. Also in the mix, the endless tinkling of goat bells.

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Above: After lunch, back to braaap!

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Above: Leaving the rocky/sandy section for the short, flowing section of pure sand below

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Above: Love my XRR, love Kenya

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Above: Panic going for glory

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Above: Me opening up

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Above: Lovely, quick riverbed riding… love it

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Above: Back on the road home, some infrastructure has taken a beating and the fesh-fesh is starting to get deep

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Above: Check that lorry in the distance… the dust it raised blocked out the sun!

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Above: On a little detour off the dusty road, down in a different valley where Panic used to practice enduro. Don’t think he’s keen for that anymore!

All in all, just another wonderful day in the valley!

Hopefully soon, something longer…

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Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: Oubones on July 25, 2020, 02:34:46 pm
Always nice to read about your exploits.
I am not getting time to ride between covid and my work keeping me busy. :-[
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: XT JOE on July 26, 2020, 08:12:52 pm
Nice read as always, a tad dry that side
Title: 2020 08 - The big Sand, Stone and Water Ride
Post by: Osadabwa on August 08, 2020, 05:17:59 pm
2020 has been pretty ugly so far. It seems like the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are polishing their saddles and sharpening their spurs. So, when it looks like the darkness might just sweep you away, the very best thing to do is get as far away from it as you can. Living in Kenya, that means going where there’s:

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and

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So three of us set out to do just that. In true 2020 fashion, we didn’t all make it home in one piece, but the ride carried on! This will probably be the only big ride of the year, and maybe one of the last for me for a while, so we had to make the best of it, hitting some of our favourite Kenyan riding spots and exploring new places along the way.

Stay tuned…

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Title: Day 1 - To Bogoria the long way
Post by: Osadabwa on August 09, 2020, 04:00:10 pm
Bikes prepped, Wry, Panic and I agreed to meet at the petrol station at 8AM and astonishingly, we were all there on time. For long trips like this, we’ve learned to just hit the tar for half a day and get upcountry, so that’s just what we did. So we dodged homicidal maniacs in 4 to 18 wheel cages all the way to Nyahururu where by 10AM we were sipping coffee and chowing full English breakfasts at the Thompson’s falls Lodge.

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Above: Tarmac scenes

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Above: You think it has been rainy? There used to be a bridge here… near Ol Kalao

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Above: The boys showing their fitness level at Thompson’s Falls Lodge, Nyahururu

Fasts broken, we were ready to ditch the tar and scramble down off the highlands into the Great Rift Valley. The descent is steep as hell and torn to bits, which is just what we like in a track. Astonishingly, there are remnants of guard rails on this road which begs the question: was it once tarmac? Hard to believe… probably somebody ate the money.

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Above: Wry at the top

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Above: Dropping down

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Above: Panic, demonstrating perfect body position and looking through the corner like he’s in a training video or something

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Above: Me on the way down

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Above: Guardrails on a crazy steep dirt road

Once at the bottom, we crossed the metal foot bridge and ripped south to a lookout spot I’d found high above Lake Bogoria. From there we’d roll even farther south through some patchy farm roads and attempt to enter the Bogoria park to no avail, the road being under water. So, we found another rocky path around and arrived at the Bogoria Spa by late-mid afternoon for a rest and a splash in their amazing pool.

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Above: A famous lookout now behind the wire fence of a bigshot from the county… won’t be many pics taken from here soon

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Above: Funky place, Bogoria… one of the Great Rift Valley Lakes, often thronged with flamingos, but now with so much water they were few on the ground

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Above: Turtle splashing around in the muddy ruts… Wry's spirit animal... buggar peed on me and it even stank like his boots!

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Above: Taking some of the little farm tracks south around the escarpment

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Above: Abandoning our plans to ride up the lake shore from the far south end. Have to go in via the Maji Moto gate (which would be useful info for travellers, but alas, you have to go there to find out that info)

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Above: I took us on a rather interesting little track right at the end where we met with some of our first water crossings and serious stone fields

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Above: Just behind the Bogoria Spa was one of the roughest sections of track… all good practice, and the XR eats it up

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Above: Ordinarily we wouldn’t stay at the Spa, but Covid 19 pricing, and the fact that all the other lodges in Baringo are under water made it irresistible. Place is pretty nice, and why not support the economy? Also, any idiot can suffer.

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Above: After a few beers and a rest, Panic and I enjoyed this massive pool while ostriches wandered the grounds.

That night, we hung around on the balcony sipping beers and some of the Johnny Walker we’d brought along for the ride. Pretty good start to what will turn out to be an action-packed adventure to say the least…
To be continued…

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Title: Day 2 - Escarpment, Kerio Valley and a Helicopter Ride
Post by: Osadabwa on August 09, 2020, 04:13:49 pm
Breakfast down, bags packed, we were fuelled and on dirt by 9AM, ripping away from Lake Baringo west, towards the Kerio River Valley. The track was more than I could have hoped for, first swinging west away from the lake then north in and out of a series of valleys, crossing the Sibilo River several times before running straight into the main escarpment.

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Above: The road I wasn’t sure was a road turned out to be… a road... and a good one too

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Above: And it was quick moving

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Above: Turning north parallel to the main escarpment, the track was more playful and long on views

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Above: One of an endless string of harmless stream crossings... they wouldn't all be harmless...

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Above: Winding along through unspoiled forest. A local bee-hive in a tree

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Above: Wry makes a wrong turn in the stony Sibilo river, which had to be crossed and re-crossed in order to connect back up with the road

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Above: Figuring it out, Wry exits the Sibilo… it’s a good thing the water level wasn’t high

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Above: Sibilo river crossing

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Above: The place had a Jurassic feel about it… cool and green, fresh and unblemished by too many humans

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Above: Wry checks his GPS and proceeds to go the wrong way… we waited for the mope

Once across the Sibilo, the scrambly track aimed straight up the main escarpment. The zig-zagging scratch visible in the otherwise uniformly green hills (there). It was a nice little rodeo getting up to the top, with lots of loose rock and dirt and only a boda track to help you decide on a line. Nobody got stuck, but there were some shameful boot-flailing moments which the photos don’t capture but that I preserved on video to shame my buddies with later.

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Above: Take me to the hills, there!

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Above: Wry climbing the escarpment with Lake Baringo far in the distance

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Above: Getting up there

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Above: Panic coming up

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Above: It was a brilliant track, and just tricky enough to make it fun

Once at the top of the escarpment, we stopped at a roadside duka in what was a beautiful little agricultural area in the high, cool air. A tar road surprised us, but a sign promised it would fizzle out in 200M. To our surprise and shameful delight, it went on for about 20km and we rode it like 3 super-moto hooligans on the brilliant, sun-warmed brand-new tar, twisting and roaring and laughing our asses off in a Honda Red, ear-splitting convoy. I was in the lead, and it was clear the guys would have gone faster cause on right hand turns I could see the two of them in my mirror only inches off my tail pipe. It was a blast, and in a blink it was back to dirt and we rocked-and rolled to a lunch spot with a view of the Kerio River Valley.

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Above: Wry at the top of the climb, the misinformed signboard. There are no pics or vids of the sumo stretch… it was over before we knew it

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Above: For now, the dirt continues, but soon this whole road will be tarmac

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Above: Parked for lunch with a view of the Kerio River valley

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Above: Biltong (thanks Crazy Vet Lady), sardines and rice cakes (the latter are only brought because they are crunchy and don’t disintegrate en-route… otherwise, they’re loathsome things)

Lunch gave us a boost and we ripped down the rocky bull-dozed pre-tar section to a different road in the valley bottom. It was very fast, but punctuated with lots of little stream crossings, many of which sporting neat little concrete drifts in the bottom. At one point, I was cautiously crossing one of these – worried it might be slick from algae, when Wry rips past me and covers me head to toe in spray. Fair game, I thought, I’m being a weenie… but the image of those Dakar guys all eating it hard in similar circumstances kept me wary (THIS VIDEO (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1OeM7lnFOQ&app=desktop))… Wry, not so much.

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Above: Rocky descent from lunch… picking up speed

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Above: Aiming for the Kerio River Valley

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Above: One of many streams, this one with a concrete drift not quite doing a damn thing

Ripping along, I had a run-in with a goat. More accurately, the goat had a run-in with my boot. So I proceeded down the way some kilometers and waited for the others. They didn’t show and didn’t show… I started worrying the villagers had lynched one of them in retribution for the goat, so I started back slowly. Cresting a rise, I see the bikes parked oddly in the dip of a stream crossing, Panic shaking his head and doing the universal knife-across-throat gesture, and Wry sitting awkwardly in the bush. Oh shit.

Wry walks up to me and his face and body tell me everything before he says: I’m done, mate. Collarbone. Pete re-enacts the scene, which he witnessed first-hand. Wry crests the hill and goes for the drift, giving a whack of throttle as he hits it, like he did when he splashed me. But this time, algae on the submerged concrete turn his bike into gravity’s plaything as the tires lose grip and begin an instant sideways slide until the tires grip all at once on the other side. This, friends, creates what is known in the biz as a “highside”, and Wry learned the hard way that highsides are brutal. He was catapulted off the bike like a rag doll and landed directly on his shoulder, narrowly missing a 2” square metal pipe lodged in the ground to gauge water depth. He said he knew it was game over instantly. So now what?

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Above: The scene of the accident… innocuous looking, ain’t it?

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Above: Lovely blue skies, quiet little stream… note the red post… that nearly impaled our boy Wry. The bike slid to a rest against it with her skid plate.

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Above: Going in… not much to see, but the bottom was slick. The middle frame shows the skid marks with the rear wheel already well sideways before grabbing grip all at once and launching Wry like a missile.

Just at the right moment, a boda boda came by with a passenger, and we jumped into rescue mode. We put Wry on the boda and Panic followed them on Wry’s bike to Kolowa, the nearby village. Once there, the boda would drop Wry somewhere comfortable and bring Panic back to the crash site for the bike. Meanwhile, I would start calling the AMREF air ambulance. This process began at 1:30 pm.

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Above: Wry painfully pockets his GPS while the boda prepares to take his passenger

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Above: Have you ever seen somebody look more pathetic in your life? Wry was gutted, and so were we… and for good reason as he’d miss out on a fantastic ride!

I sat in the meagre shade of the bikes contemplating life and fielding questions from the AMREF guys. At one point they asked me where the nearest airstrip was, which kind of pissed me off. I said: that’s literally the kind of info I expect you guys to have! But they explained that there are sometimes little airstrips they are unfamiliar with, so I gave it a pass… also, what option did I have? Eventually, they came back and said they’d be dispatching a helicopter, and I sent them a pin on Google Maps for where Wry was. By this time, Panic and I had re-united with him in the shade of a very basic clinic in Kolowa.

Now that the Heli was secured, we needed to get his bike out of there. We found a guy with a pickup and after some back and forth, agreed that he would deliver the bike to Baringo where Wry knew somebody who could look after it. By now, the heli pilot was texting me, saying he was 40 minutes out and would only have 5 min on the ground, so we’d best be ready. So, we walked Wry to the football pitch and made him as comfortable as possible until the big bird came and took him away.

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Above: Wry and I in the shade of the clinic while the bike is loaded up. The lady there was so sweet… made us a snack, bought us sodas, etc. Generosity out in the bush is something else. Here we are, organizing a helicopter for a friend who screwed up on a frivolous motorbike holiday which will cost more than the combined wealth of the village, and she’s buying us sodas…

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Above: The bike vanishes while Wry organizes somebody to be at the hospital when he arrives

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Above: At the football pitch, Panic commiserates with Wry… he’s done the same in the past and still has the bump to show for it.

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Above: Wry leaning against a new shuka we bought hoping it would work as a sling… it didn’t, but it’ll be a nice souvenir for the trip. AMREF showed up, landed, loaded and left. Bloody brilliant!

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Above: Cheers, AMREF, for $25/year, this service is well worth it! For you Americans out there, this is further proof you pay too much for health care…

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Above: Wry putting on a brave face…

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Above: Wry from the chopper… wet down there!

Wry was gutted to be missing out on the ride. We were gutted as well, but the ride must go on! So as soon as the chopper was up, we were out. Watching a friend be airlifted away messes with your head. The only way to fix it is to carry on. And we were not out of the woods yet. The ride was quick given the circumstances, and we were making up for lost time. We crossed the Kerio River bridge and I said to Panic we were home free. When will we learn? Down a road I’ve been on twice now, I was shocked to find many tricky water crossings with loose-stone bottoms. Further on, two more were so deep and swift, groups of men were there helping to carry bodas across. I’ve seen enough videos of guys being pushed off their bike in quick water to know I didn’t want to be next, so we opted to walk as well through the flowing knee-deep water. Save the macho shit for another day.

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Above: Everywhere we looked, we were reminded of Wry…

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Above: Thankfully, at least this bridge was still operational

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Above: The concrete drift was broken in places and washed out deep… I was glad to get a hand pushing the bikes

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Above: In places, this water sloshed above the knee

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Above: Sure again that we were home and dry, I took this lovely evening shot…

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Above: Only to find another, longer, swifter crossing!

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Above: At last, our digs for the night. Marich Pass Research Centre. Been around for decades and set in a lovely spot under hundreds of tall trees.

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Above: Drying out our kit by the fire with our favourite little camp dog.

That was a lot of excitement for one day. We pounded several of the camp’s nice cold beers and hit the rack. Tomorrow would turn out to be the longest day of the trip.

 :snorting:



Title: Day 3 - Over Mtelo to Lodwar
Post by: Osadabwa on August 10, 2020, 06:20:19 pm
I was up at dawn. Dreamt that Wry was ahead of me crossing a river and just fell over on his side, totally underwater in all his kit with the bike on top of him. That was enough of that shit! Breakfast wasn’t until 7 so I took a stroll out to the riverbed to take in the morning. I strolled back, had breakfast with Panic, kitted up, bid the doggies farewell and we hit the road.

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Above: There’s something unique about the light in the mornings in Africa

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Above: I had my troupe of little curly tailed mutts for company

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Above: Breakfast was old-school Kenyan, starting with porridge and complete with pre-mixed milky, sweet tea

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Above: She looks sad for us to go

The plan for the day was to head up into West Pokot, an area I’ve never explored. The track would take us over Mt Mtelo, past the Turkwel Dam (and over the Turkwel River) and up to a small village called Amakuriat where I could see from Google there was a decent sized Catholic mission. That usually means a small guest house or something where we can sleep. It was a fantastic morning. We first enjoyed 20km of flawless, traffic-free, twisty tar to our turn-off. Then a foot-bridge took us to a road that, free from truck traffic, was in blissfully good nick and ran right up into the mountains. The views were fantastic, all green, all interesting. Cattle and small villages dotted around, small farms of maize, natural fences and huts… like stepping back in time.

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Above: Zipping up to the trailhead through Marich Pass to Ortum

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Above: Crossing the footbridge. Since it was the only way across a big river, we were pleased to find a great track on the other side

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Above: Mt Mtelo hung high above us for much of the morning

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Above: It was great to be up in the mountains in the morning

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Above: Of course, where there are mountains, there are rivers, and we must have crossed twenty of them before noon. At some point, we just kept riding, not even pausing to see if the other guy made it through okay or not.

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Above: Just after we’d dried out boots too…

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Above: And another one, this time with a cattle blockade at the other side

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Above: But the riding was fun. No trucks means no ruts means smooth going

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Above: A bit of mist on the high peaks, washing on the line… I could think of worse places to live

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Above: It would be a tough life, but a simple and beautiful one

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Above: I scared away a girl washing clothes in this stream. Some say she’s still running.

After a couple of hours of delightfully easy-going riding in the hills (there) we descended to the plains where we hoped we could find a way across the Turkwel River (actually, the Suam, according to my old-time map). The temperature was on the rise as we dropped in altitude, and the hills fell away for sandy tracks through deep bush. We stopped at a village for a quick Coke break, enjoying the absence of people as everyone seemed to be at Church.

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Above: More rivers as we descended to the flatlands

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Above: A nice spot for a Coke… quiet on a Sunday morning

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Above: A tributary to the Turkwel, the Suam, was 2.5km across from sand-bank to sand-bank, and 1.5km of it was wet. We watched groups of people crossing waist deep, holding hands for stability and labouring across… even boda boda guys said it was impassable, so we went in search of the bridge.

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Above: And on the way to the bridge, we crossed a few more rivers! All of them had reliably firm sand bottoms, thankfully

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Above: Gloomy clouds on the horizon over near Kapenguria made me wonder if these rivers might get a lot more full soon…

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Above: Splash... again

After an hour of searching, we found the bridge we were looking for at Kacheliba, quit a bit farther South than we expected to travel. There, we put fuel in the bikes at an actual pump and enquired about the road to Amakuriat. I was shocked to see a tar road going our way, but the guys said it only went a little way then turned into “very bad off road”. In fact, the road was very good to our eyes and fast, but not overly inspiring. Lots of thick bush on either side and mid-day sun was all I could see. We stopped for a bit of lunch, but otherwise just carried on to Amakuriat, arriving around 4pm.

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Above: At Kacheliba, there’s a bridge over the Suam and a Honda shop! At least the sign is fancy…

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Above: The “very bad off road” aiming toward the Chepunyal Hills

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Above: Amakuriat from the road… not a bad looking place actually

We located the Catholic mission and rode into the compound making an ungodly racket and turning the heads of everyone in the place. They promptly pointed to a mzungu and told us to ask him about accommodation. Turns out the Father was new to Amakuriat and couldn’t be sure if there were rooms. He asked a parishioner if there was anywhere in town and the guy looked dubious. Now usually, people in places like this assume we need feather beds and bidets when we are quite capable of staying in rough places, so I wouldn’t have taken his word for it, but when they said it was only 100km to Lodwar, where I knew there was a good lodge and we’d be ahead of schedule, we decided to blast it. Helmets back on, ear-plugs in, we darkened the doorstep of the church no more.

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Above: Panic getting primed for the next 100km

We were in for a treat. The afternoon light was doing its thing, painting everything a nice shade of nostalgia for better times, and the views were genuinely spectacular. We crawled around and over the Karasuk Hills and found ourselves looking down on an endless carpet of trees. This was totally unexpected… I thought we’d see flat, white-hot sandy plains. It was fantastic, and the road was tricky enough to be playful. We rumbled over and down the other side and found a spike strip laid across the road which I promptly by-passed, but when I saw military guys shouting at me, I pulled over. Turns out it was a Covid stop. We were entering Turkana County and they needed to take our temperatures. The top cop there tried to scare us:

Him: Why didn’t you stop?
Me: We did stop. How are you?
Him: You have committed a very great offence.
Me: Sorry for the offence. How is it here?
Him: Next time, stop at the barrier and await instruction.
Me: Sawa. Is this Turkana County? Ah, it’s a nice place! Kwaheri! Braaaaaaaaaapppp!

Temperatures just barely in the realm of the living (all the thousands of little Chinese shit infra-red thermometers chronically under-estimate temperature here), we were off on a real ripper.

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Above: Down into Turkana District at Golden Hour

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Above: And it was a good road too

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Above: The carpet of green

Once past the police checkpoint, the road improved dramatically. The Turkana guys even seemed to brag about it, saying it was a Highway. Well, a sand highway it was, and wide and straight. With the light, the prospect of cold beers and cool digs ahead, and almost 300km under out belts already, we let fly. Bouncing around the 130-140kph range for miles at a time is pretty uncommon in Kenya as the roads are usually too twisty, rocky or populated, but here we were zooming. Listening to the Pig scream was amazing!

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Above: Turkana District, punctuated with their iconic cigar-shaped anthills

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Above: Beautiful bike, fast country

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Above: Between hard-packed sand there was ample deep, rutted sand too. The pig just chews it up. Don’t come to the North if you don’t like sand!

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Above: Close to Lodwar we crossed yet another wet sand lugga, made a call to the Cradle where we’d sleep, and commented that the 100km from Amakuriat has turned into 150!

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Above: When you’re loving it, you take selfies

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Above: Lodwar doesn’t look anything like it used to. Now with Roundabouts and several streets, lots of shops, hotels and activity, it’s the fastest growing town in Kenya. We pulled into the Cradle of Mankind Lodge outside town, got set up with fantastic rooms at Corona prices (with AC!), and had a celebratory beer.

It was a long one, but a good one, and we were in Lodwar a day early. That night we feasted and slept like the dead.

More tomorrow...

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Title: Day 4 - Unplanned Rest and Wrench Day
Post by: Osadabwa on August 11, 2020, 09:22:34 am
Before calling it quits the day before, we’d lubed the chains and given the bikes a once-over. The last hour had been high revving, high speed, and we wanted to make sure all was okay. At one point, I’d stopped to see what was smoking, and realized it was high-temp ATV burning off of the heat wrap plastered on my Barnums Race headers! They must have been glowing red-hot! Love it. Anyway, we discovered that both our front bearings were a bit clunky (probably a consequence of swimming through Magadi's caustic water several times and all the recent sandy river crossings) so we first went into town to find replacements. Oh, and we also needed tobacco for the old Turkana men in case we needed to bribe them, knee-guards for Panic cause he left his in Marich pass (Doh!), and petrol.

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Above: We scoured the town for knee pads to no avail. In the end, we bought flipflops that Panic inserted into his Klim Dakar pants. We did find bearings we needed (thanks Honda, for using common sizes! Try that with a KTM) and I bought 250 grams of dry tobacco for the wazee. Time to ride.

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Above: Back at the Cradle, we watched the FAO Desert Locust Eradication spotter helicopter take off. The whole crew was staying there. They had a chopper with a sprayer (only 400kg capacity) and an air Tractor with 2000kg capacity. The spotter takes off at dawn (which is shocking if you’re not expecting a turbine to light up behind your room…) and then calls in the sprayers if he finds the swarms.

It took us awhile to get organized and on the bikes. I had assured Panic it was just a toodle down to Lokori, so I wasn’t in a rush. We left the Cradle and headed East on sandy highways, stopping under a tree for Panic to put in his jua-kali knee guards and to marvel at the flat expanse of land there. Camels, low shrubby stuff, a few trees… hazy sky… Turkana.

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Above: Panic outside a Turkana homestead. Those little grass huts are pretty damn sensible in this place. It gets hot out there.

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Above: Pancake flat and featureless landscape

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Above: The helmet looks like it could be for life support in this alien land… not the last time on this trip

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Above: Panic putting in his knee guards

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Above: Mirage in the distance over a pancake flat dry lakebed

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Above: I can’t resist a dry lakebed. It was a mini-chalbi desert and I love making huge arcs and loops in that stuff… as long as it’s 100% dry!

We were about 50km from Lodwar and I’d just pulled us onto a smaller track. It was a double-track with hard-packed sand and loose sand… it was sandy. I had this sensation that my bike was clunking, taking the sandy tracks a bit rough, so I pulled over. When I did, a gawdawful sound greeted me… one of grinding metal. My rear wheel was askew and the bolts holding on the disk were rubbing on the protector. The bearing was totally destroyed! Now, I’d given the wheel a wiggle back in Lodwar and it didn’t clunk or move, so all I can guess is the fast road of the day before had done in the bearing, the BBs had busted out and worked their way inside the hub and jammed it, making it seem okay. Well, it was not okay. The spacer was a piece of modern art, the bearing was shattered, balls rolled out everywhere and the seal was toast.

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Above: What to do? This is why we bring spares. We tied the bike in a tree, took off the wheel and inspected the damage.

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Above: We banged out the bearings with the travel hammer (see why we bring it, Tigo?) but getting the new one in was easy peasy… the hub, I’m afraid, is toast, but it’ll get me home.

New plan needed: Return to the Cradle, have a big conciliatory lunch, go back to town, find a replacement bearing (wanted to have a spare) and a seal, do some afternoon maintenance under a tree with a beer and try again tomorrow. Execute!

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Above: The steak we ordered was amazing. Panic’s foray into the markets of Lodwar produced not only the bearing (again, why we ride a Honda), but also seals that he wedged in to make up for the missing one.

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Above: Panic took this opportunity to swap out front bearings

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Above: And I did the same, plus an oil change cause why not? I also pulled a nail out of my rear tire and put a plug in it in about 5 minutes. I run TuBliss in the rear (never the front), and it has paid off every time. I seem to pick up a nail in every tire, and it’s repaired before you can say: "Thank God I Don’t Ride A BMW"

It was an afternoon well spent in the shade, drinking beers, listening to tunes. I love being self-sufficient, and the XRR helps us with that. We did carry bearings, but we were happy to get backups in town. Now the bikes were in prime shape for the rest of the trip and Suguta Valley!

Tomorrow we'd try the Lokori run again.

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Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: Clockwork Orange on August 11, 2020, 02:49:57 pm
Once again a stunning ride and report. The trips you guys do are fantastic and so are those BRP's. Keep it coming :3some:
Title: Day 5 - Lokori the long way
Post by: Osadabwa on August 11, 2020, 03:51:28 pm
Up in good time, we watched the Desert Locust guys take off for one final spray. The funding’s drying up, so they’re all heading home. Too bad the locusts aren’t! We would find plenty as we went along.

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Above: Taking off from the Cradle in Lodwar

With bikes in good nick, we confidently raced out of town, retracing our steps from the day previous. I wanted to go see Lake Turkana, and had a plan to get there via Kerio village. We hunted for a way across the Turkwel in a couple of places, riding through sandy villages waiting to receive USA food distributions which were piled up neatly 2 meters apart, but never found the way. In Kerio, we turned South and roared over the tracks which had endless deep, sandy luggas to cross. I love that kind of riding.

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Above: That mini-Chalbi again… Panic a speck in the middle of it going 100kph… after the bearing detonation, I’d be keeping the speeds reasonable as well

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Above: Of the dozens of sandy luggas we crossed, only this one had a warning sign on it… and it was upside down!

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Above: Sure looks like a desert, doesn’t it?

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Above: my Piggie posing near a funky rock formation

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Above: Again, if you don’t like sand, don’t come to Turkana!
The area was so funky. It was essentially sand dunes kept together by magic. In one place, a large section had black rocks dotted everywhere. Looked like prime fossil hunting to us, so we had a look around. We found several pieces of what looked like petrified wood and some more funky, aquatic looking petrified shells that I can’t identify. Last place we saw those was on our long ride to the Ethiopia border.

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Above: Fossil hunting site

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Above: Aquatic whatsit and petrified wood, maybe?

After our little Richard Leaky moment had passed, we paused under a big tree for a bit of lunch. A portal opened and a woman with kids emerged on the sand next to us. We chatted with her a bit, gave the kids some snacks. I offered her a piece of biltong. She was sceptical. Took it, touched the tip of her tongue to it and promptly spat on the ground! Guess she doesn’t like cured beef! It was hilarious. Pretty sure she gave it to her daughter who devoured it without comment (kids don’t get enough food out here to be picky)… I asked for a pic, she said no. I agreed. We parted with a wave.

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Above: Lunch before the portal opened

After lunch, I took us on a bit of a boondoggle in search of the track to Lopredo. We almost ended up in Lokichar before spying a track leading back the right direction. Once we hit that one, it was fast and lovely riding though, through weird Badlands like terrain. Before we knew it, we were in Lopredo for a soda.

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Above: A lone hut in the flats

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Above: Panic enjoying a bit of hard-pack for a change

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Above: Those yellow weeds looked luminescent in real life… photos don’t do it justice

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Above: Panic through the Badlands… that could be Wyoming

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Above: Some weird green spaghetti weeds… definitely not Wyoming

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Above: The church in Lopredo had seen better days… high wind? God’s Wrath?

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Above: When we pitched up here, there were a dozen people around. They scattered like the wind. The few who stayed said they were afraid of us giving them Covid-19! Probably not an unreasonable fear. Slowly, though they crept back, holding their shawls over their faces, totally bedecked in Turkana beads. Such a funky place.

From Lopredo, the road follows the Kerio river (hello again, Kerio!) down to Lokori through a surprisingly productive piece of land with irrigation canals everywhere as well. We were not in the mood for photos though, so we kept on trucking. My “it’ll only be a quick toodle” day had been 250km of sand, so a beer was in order.

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Above: Panic on the Kerio river road… river in the distance


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Above: Tall trees, maize fields, prosperous looking place

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Above: In Lokori at Terter Resort… that “Resort” part is a bit of a stretch, but the place has electricity and fans in the room!

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Above: Afternoon scenes… beers were even cold(ish)!

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Above: They fed us, gave us shelter, treated us well. What else do you want in a Resort?

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Above: My room… It ain’t the Ritz, but at this time of year it isn’t hot, and that fan made my day. I slept as well there as I did at the Cradle.

Tomorrow, the return to Suguta Valley. That meant we went easy on the booze… last time being hungover down there was a biiig mistake.

 :snorting:


Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: Black_Hawk on August 11, 2020, 03:53:46 pm
Thank you again for all the effort that you put into your ride reports  :thumleft:
Title: Day 6 - Return to Suguta Valley Dunes
Post by: Osadabwa on August 11, 2020, 07:10:42 pm
I’m not sure the proprietor believed me when I said we wanted to depart at 6AM, but the mama had breakfast for us at 5:45 and we were on the road as promised. Mottled, feathery clouds covered the sky and kept the dazzling sun at bay as we rode East into Suguta Valley. I remembered this track as a rock and roller, fast on the throttle and quick with a blip as we were exiting after an amazing day, but in the morning you’re always more contemplative, slower, more aware of your mortality… so we moseyed along enjoying the views.

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Above: Dawn crept in, quiet, cool and cloudy

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Above: We again crossed the Kerio river on another old metal bridge… the last time was just after Wry had abandoned us in Kolowa

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Above: Some small wildlife encounters in the early light. This feather, as long as my thigh, belonged to a Kory Bustard who was startled into flight at our approach. Biggest flying bird in Kenya (and in most places, I reckon). Tried to save the feather for my daughter, but it flew away.

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Above: Those early morning cotton ball clouds in the desert. Could look at them forever.

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Above: The painted desert, with greens, yellows and rust red stone.

In time, we crested the final hill and the Suguta Valley spread out below. In the distance I could see the place we dubbed “Fanta Village” from our last ride where I, heat exhaustion only a minute away after too many hours plodding around in the valley off-piste, stumbled into a duka past some very serious looking chaps with guns and demanded Cokes. The girl hands me two purple Fantas, 500ml each, which I proceeded to pound one after the other. In the morning light, Fanta Village looks distant and small and peaceful, but it ain’t.

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Above: That golden grass positively shines in the early morning, and the blue is the colour of angels’ eyes in paintings

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Above: The track down into Fanta Village

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Above: Wide, wide views

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Above: At Fanta Village we found a perimeter fence and a padlocked gate. Sceptical villagers did not exactly rush forth to open it for us, but finally someone came and reluctantly swung the gate ajar. They were clearly wary, and since we didn’t need anything, we decided to just carry on this time. The 250g of tobacco I planned to share stayed tucked in my bag. No need for unnecessary interaction… these are people on edge, and we’re dressed like Storm Troopers on fire breathing dragons.

Moving beyond Fanta Village, we were on our own up a fairly decent road. I was 100% sure we’d find only one track, but in fact there were a couple, and the one we took did not lead us to a bridge over the Suguta as I was 100% sure it would. I was never too good with probabilities. No matter, though, we crossed the river swiftly enough (after I walked it… no taking chances down here) and cruised around, stopping to admire a funky knoll, or to have a moment with the famous Desert Locusts who seemed to be thriving in the Valley.

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Above: On a little rise, we took in the early morning view, noting with disappointment that the clouds were already baking away

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Above: Crossing back to get my bike after walking the Suguta River to test the depth

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Above: Some funky volcanic spills coming down to the roadside. Totally unlike the black lava further up the valley in “the neck” which is sharp and evil looking, this stuff is made of spheres and bubbly shapes

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Above: The pigs look small as toys out there

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Above: The Desert Locust wears Honda Red… I can dig it

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Above: But damn, there are a lot of them. They cover every inch of the bushes they invade. 2020 means business with its pestilence, disease and death, and somehow being in Suguta kept that feeling front and centre… especially since Wry pissed off with our satellite phone and there ain’t no Safaricom down here!

A bit farther along, we came upon another village cordoned off from the world by woven wire. Again, the road came right up to the gate. Again, we waited for one of the dozens of people within view to come open up for us. We waved. I doffed my helmet and smiled. Nothing. Finally, a small boy gestured for us to ride around the village, off piste, over a field of baby-head boulders. We complied. We were not welcome. So odd. There were hundreds of animals there loitering, waiting for someone to take them out to pasture and water. What were they waiting for? What did they know that we didn’t?

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Above: The second village with hundreds of animals waiting to graze

Soon, I began to recognize where I was. We were close to the turn-in for the sand dunes and the Black Cone. When I reached the dry riverbed, I gestured eagerly to Panic who looked doubtfully at me, but followed as I raced down the stony lugga. I remembered it being a slow but easy jaunt over to the Suguta River where we crossed with relative ease and a bit of excitement before popping out not far from the dunes. This time it was something else entirely. The lugga was softer and rockier it seemed. The grass was much higher, even still green in spots, and dozens of half-meter deep and wide rivulets wound through unseen beneath it. It was treacherous and painfully slow going. It took us over an hour to cross 6km of land (which we’d have to re-cross later) and we’d already been riding for 3 hours. Whenever I looked back at Panic, he just sat there with his bike at idle, hands in his lap… passively judging me… quietly questioning my decisions… silently smoldering.

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Above: Panic enters the lugga, easy enough going at first

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Above: The lugga spills a tongue of gritty sand and rock out into the flats, to eventually be swallowed whole by the grassy tufts

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Above: Before long, we were consumed by the grasslands. No track to follow, only our noses, not a square inch of dirt visible most of the time and hidden ditches everywhere to fall into and flail out of again… Panic parks his horse and idles… still as a stone… eyes like coal…

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Above: Dammit Panic, I swear it was easier last time!

Finally, we veered away from a direct assault on the Black Cone and picked an alternative route that linked together some patches of bare earth which eased our passage. We reached the river already exhausted, and none to pleased that it looked so full. Along the banks, white sand dunes play among the doum palms, many of which seem to have been blasted apart by something, with their tops fallen in the sand and their trunks left like headless scarecrows. The riding was tricky, as the sand was soft, but a complete joy compared to the endless grass hell. We came to the crossing at last and weighed our options.

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Above: My first view of the river spooked away a flock of hundreds of snowy egrets

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Above: Navigating the riverside dunes and the doum palms

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Above: The river crossing… a lot fuller than I remembered it

I hopped off the bike and walked boldly into the river, promptly dropping into water up to the knee. As I proceeded, I could feel some of the riverbed was quite soft, other bits were harder, but there were clearly deeper spots and shallower spots to navigate. We decided it would be best to walk the bikes. This was a big mistake. Panic went first, with me pushing the bike from behind. He sent a roost up my face and down my shirt, full of black gritty sand and murky water. We got bogged down at least twice and had to push like hell. My turn came, and we hadn’t learned a goddam thing. Panic’s turn to get roosted. On the far side, we were both soaked to the skin and covered in grit.

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Above: It was a bit tense, so I didn’t take the time to make any videos of the flailing across the river. Suffice it to say, it would have been ridiculous, and would tarnish our otherwise bad-ass veneer, so wipe the image from your minds! These are not the muppets you're looking for...

Out the other side, cooled from being, well, soaked for half an hour, we were feeling pretty good. I knew we were over half way there, so I was gung-ho. Alas! The grassy crap continued with even more washouts, some with mud or standing water in them into which I often fell! We fought another half an hour and I declared to Panic: If we don’t reach those palms in 10 minutes, we’ll call it quits. Thankfully, my ultimatum was toothless. In no time, the spaces between the grass filled with sand, we whipped past the palm line and before we knew it, we were coasting up on the first solid gray Suguta dunes!

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Above: Those palms… 10 minutes or we turn back

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Above: Yeah! All is forgotten, Suguta is marvellous again! We’re a team again! Let’s ride the dunes man!

to be continued...


Title: Day 6 to the dunes continued
Post by: Osadabwa on August 11, 2020, 07:23:03 pm
Before arriving, we’d talked a big game about dumping luggage under a palm and ripping up the dunes, hooligan-style, letting the sand fly! The reality is, on a self-supported trip, this place is too hostile for that shit. We don’t want to be forced to go back to get something in the heat, and in any case, we can’t really leave anything behind in case we need it… it’s not like we’re carrying frivolous shit. We could enjoy the dunes, but sensibly, and it was good enough for me. I’m never going to ride over these things in 5th gear, pinned… At most, I got to 3rd gear with the XRR roaring and groaning, trying to find traction with a dual-sport tire that was already half bald from our adventure thus far. These ain’t your trailer-up-and-ride dunes and we ain’t no Red Bull Riders. This is Suguta Valley, KN and we’re riding Big Red Pigs!

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Above: We didn’t pin it, but we certainly did enjoy it!

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Above: Panic thoughtfully made Wry a postcard. Sorry you are a doofus, mate! Next time amigo!

Hitting the dunes, we decided to aim for what we’ve been calling the “tan cone” or “Aruba Rock” as it is listed on some maps. It’s a Martian artifact stuck smack into Suguta Valley, and last time we didn’t get up close to it, choosing instead to go melt ourselves down trying to reach Lake Logipi through the Neck. This time, I’d plotted a track, and we also had the benefit of one other group who coincidently been there the same week, our friend Vincent at IntuAfrica with a trio of 4x4s had left a track which we found as we got nearer. Apart from that, the dunes were completely virgin. Every run was fresh pow-pow.

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Above: Another reason I won’t be blasting over these dunes… that is a very, very long drop and you can’t see it until you’re on it. You’d have to play around a lot before you knew where and how to cross this dune field. Unsupported, it ain’t happening.

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Above: Elated, loving it

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Above: Panic found out the dunes are… tricky in spots

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Above: Such a beast of a thing

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Above: Still quite a ways til Aruba Rock, and just dune riding all the way

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Above: I love this pic… shows you the size and beauty of the dunes compared to the rider

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Above: Panic giving it a bit of roost

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Above: Me giving it a lot of roost… but only cause I got stuck

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Above: High-lining

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Above: Higher-lining

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Above: Getting closer to Aruba… the closer you get, the more orange it becomes

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Above: 200m away, we could have scrambled up that rocky/sandy incline to ride to the base, but by now we’d already been riding for 5 hours and had designs on visiting the Black Cone and riding more of those crazy dunes

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Above: Honestly, doesn’t “Martian” come to mind?

We took in the oddness of Aruba and hopped back on the bikes. I had a vague plan to ride over to the Cone and set up a lean-to with a fly-sheet for lunch, but I spotted a palm with decent shade and we parked up there for a bit of lunch instead. Lunch which consisted entirely of chili-chive-cheddar cheese in honour of our brain-addled friend Neb who always brings a hunk of the sweaty, fatty stuff on rides! Cheers Neb! And to wash it down, a half-litre of electrolyte drink from an expired-in-2017 UK military ration pack. Apple if I recall. Mmmmm…

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Above: Lunch spot with Aruba Rock

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Above: Spotty sandy palmy dunes

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Above: The chili-chive-cheddar cheesiness of it all was amazing

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Above: Though only 38C/100F in the shade, apparently the sun was pretty intense, burning a permanent reminder of the valley on Panic’s GPS (always cover your GPS with your helmet when you park in Africa, folks. This has been a Public Service Announcement).

After lunch, it was off to Black Cone. As the crow flies, it is less than 4km from Aruba Rock to the Black Cone, but the desert is like a hall of mirrors. Distances mean nothing. Time doesn’t exist. A dune looks infinite and then you’re over it in an instant. You can’t judge anything correctly. Sand is soft, then it’s hard and you’re wheelieing… It’s a real trip.

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Above: Getting underway can be a dramatic event

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Above: There were some decent drops in places… my kingdom for a drone and some other nguy to fly the thing and video us so I don’t have to spend a single minute doing it!

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Above: Our destination in sight

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Above: 100m away? 100km away? Impossible to tell. Maybe he’s on another planet altogether?

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Above: Panic cuts a bad-ass figure on the horizon

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Above: My favourite pic of the trip… thanks Panic!

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Above: Aruba Rock shrinks into the distance…

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Above: And the Black Cone stands just ahead!
Last year, we got off our bikes and climbed that bastard. I’m glad we did, the views were amazing, but I won’t be doing it again. This trip, it was past noon, the sun was high, we had dropped the bikes a few times and pushed the buggars through the river and ridden for six hours already. What energy I had left I wanted to spend on the bike on the sand. I had no intention of dying down there this trip. So, we set out to loop the cone, turn back toward the river and head out. At this point, small mistakes add up really fast, and we were making them.

As we approached the backside of the Cone, Panic mis-judged a line and bogged down in deep sand. This meant he had to flog that bastard down into a gigantic antlion trap and get himself back up again. Thankfully, he didn’t flood the bike, so he didn’t have to kick her alive again, but still it was a project and he was winded afterwards. Once he was out, I was ready to lead us back to the river ASAP and get us on to Baragoi for some beers and bragging.

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Above: Panic getting himself unstuck

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Above: Extricated, he got up on the cone’s shoulder

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Above: My bike in her most extreme habitat

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Above: Panic makes a loop on the last of the sand at the Black Cone
I was in escape mode, aiming for the river, but there was a big ass dune in my way. I gave it stick, roaring for all my might toward the zenith and gaining on it. At the top, I could see the other side dropped away into another antlion trap, so I made a quick call to try to arc back down again and pick a new line. Being a total dune gumby, however, I lost momentum, the bike went past vertical on the downhill side and began to pitch over. Still quick witted enough to know I didn’t want to fall 10m down a dune, I bailed off into the sand above me letting the bike pitch over downhill. Now the bike is wheels up, pissing fuel and flooding herself royally. I grabbed the front wheel and kicked the shit out of the rear wheel until she corkscrewed right-side up again, then, after several deep breaths, I righted her and skied with her back to the bottom of the dune where I had to de-flood and ride her back out. Now it was time for plan B: Retreat! We aimed for the closest exit which was furthest from the river and enjoyed the ease of riding the fringe dunes back to the grasslands, through the palms and to the river.

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Above: My big oof… could have been worse…

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Above: Retracing our tracks was at least half as tough as before, thank heavens!

To be continued...


Title: Day 6 continued...
Post by: Osadabwa on August 11, 2020, 07:27:53 pm
At the river, we wised up and rode the bastards across. I went first, but bogged down half way and Panic had to push me across again, but with much less drenching. By the time he walked back to his bike, he was seeing double and it took a long pause and a sweet or two to muster the energy to take his chances. Being the big gorilla that he is, he gave the bike a fist-full and positively crushed the crossing until the last bloody meter when she finally stalled. So close! We drug the bike out, let the airbox breathe a bit and clattered back across the grass to the main road. We were home free!

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Above: Dunes, river and grassland hell behind us, we were positively thrilled to be held up by a pack of dozens of camels jerkily descending the track blocking the last of our lugga on-ramp

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Above: Panic leaves the valley floor behind! Good-bye Suguta Valley! We’ll be back!

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Above: Not free yet! Having ripped a hole in his bag, which came loose and got munched by his tire (muppet), Panic was distraught to see the Black Label had also suffered damage and was leaking. Fortunately, I was carrying a litre of sacred Suguta Water to douse my head with, which I did, and decanted the Black into said Suguta bottle. Seemed like a good time for a toast, so we poured a bit out for fallen muppets (you, mostly, Wry) and had a couple of sips in celebration of another epic day! But there was a lot of good riding to come… the road in and out of Suguta Valley would be a top 10 if the Valley itself didn’t make it seem like child’s play!

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Above: Panic gains altitude over the rocky track

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Above: And aims for the clouds

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Above: Rock and roll! Sayonara Suguta Valley!

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Above: Traffic is hell these days…

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Above: Cactus green and Honda Red… complimentary colours if you ask me

An hour and a million stones later, we emerged onto the Baragoi plains with tall acacias standing guard and Nyiro mountain lording it over the horizon. We shot through herds of animals and lots of beaded Turkana with a single goal in mind: Get me to the Bonsella for a cold beer and a meat feast! We shot straight to Baragoi, got petrol surrounded by grabby, begging pricks, and vanished into the colourful halls of the Bonsella for a great evening of beers, bullshit, bragging and beef.

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Above: The high plains and some very African looking trees

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Above: Get me to Baragoi! Said nobody, ever, except for Suguta bikers

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Above: His face says it all! Suguta, you rock! I demand beers and meat!

And we got it.

And we slept.

Like.

The.

Dead.

We’d been riding for 10 hours, of which over 6 were off-piste on the valley floor and in the dunes. It felt like a blink at the time and an eon by the morning. Dakar racers do that shit all day, every day, with 100s of kms of transport in between for 2 weeks. Respect where it’s due!

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Title: Day 7 - Milgis Lugga, Mathews Range and Sarara Treetops
Post by: Osadabwa on August 12, 2020, 07:46:58 am
I was still shaking sand out of my trousers (not just a little either, a kg of the stuff), boots and hair by morning, but the feeling of tackling the Suguta was lingering. We were in no rush to leave. Baragoi had been fantastic. Cool weather (Panic even pulled out his puffy jacket while we were sipping whisky), good beds and a silent night thanks to Kenya’s continuing curfew, it was a great stop-over. Today we had plans for yet another wonderful ride, down to Barsaloi to the Milgis Lugga, over to the Mathews Range, up to Wamba and around the shoulder to Sarara Treetops, a posh lodge Wry had organized. It's always nice to have an awesome place to end up after a big ride. We should be drinking G&Ts by the pool by mid-afternoon. Lets go!

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Above: By night and by morning

The ride to Barsaloi is a lovely track. I’ve never seen a car on it. We veered off the main Maralal road just where some GSU military dudes were posted up. I was glad they didn’t want to chat or pretend to escort us anywhere. Their presence always reminds me that the place has its fair share of banditry and war. But all we saw were long views of acacia scrub… and locusts. At one point I was riding along thinking, where are all these little birds coming from, and why are they hitting my boots! We stopped and chased them for a bit, taking some video (that and 20 minutes of riding will be appended to this RR). It’s astonishing how many of the buggars there are.

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Above: Locust stop

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Above: A nice weaver bird Christmas Tree

We were at the Barsaloi tributary of the Milgis in no time. We’ve ridden it up and down now several times, but this was the first time it was actively flowing with water beyond the first corner. That puts Panic and I on alert. We’ve both sunk bikes in quicksand, and you can never tell where it’ll be. But after a while it became clear the sand was solid all the way to the Seiya River’s inlet, so we could open it up. Nothing like the races we’ve had before, but still quick. We were at the Seiya before we knew it.

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Above: At the top of the Barsaloi Lugga

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Above: Wet river riding

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Above: I stopped to chat with a boda guy who assured me the sand was firm

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Above: Panic takes a pic of his bike next to this fallen palm every year!

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Above: We stopped to check out this funky stone wave

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Above: And to pose for photos… my Captain Morgan pose

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Above: My mermaid in repose pose…

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Above: And our grungy bikers in the bush pose… me and Panic, we've been at this for 5 years now. Ain't no better riding buddy.

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Above: The place is spectacular. Funny how small the XRR makes it feel now.

Before we knew it, we were at the inlet of the Seiya River which was flowing quite a lot. Our road out was just on the other side, so we once again found ourselves crossing an unknown river. Fortunately, the murky water wasn't deep and the sand beneath was equally firm, so we had no issues. More challenging, though was getting to the road. The bush came down all the way to the waterline, and though we’d crossed without issue, we didn’t fancy dropping right into the river’s course like kayaks to reach where we were going, so we bushwhacked on elephant paths off-piste until we connected.

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Above: The Seiya… Panic’s eyes say: More water? Really? You're turn to go first, wanker!

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Above: After seeing me cross sans issue, Panic could rip it for the picture

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Above: Off-piste in search of the road. All that time in the bush, and not a single thorn puncture. Amazing.

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Above: Looking down toward the Ndotos and Ngurunit. With more time, we would have liked to visit again. Next ride.

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Above: Track acquired! Time to ride up the Mathews Range to Wamba

We had options. We could return through the Mathews the way we’d come two Xmasses ago, which left one of us with a broken leg at Kitich Camp, or we could explore another road that paralleled the Seiya and might get us to Sarara a bit sooner. We chose the latter. I always like to ride different paths. This one was lovely, with occasional views of the river, and plenty of rough stuff. The Mathews Range is beautiful, and it was great to see it from another angle.

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Above: Taking the low-Mathews road

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Above: An abandoned house looks like something out of Cormac McCarthy novel... maybe the Judge is holed up in there waiting to put a bullet in you

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Above: A quick lunch in the “shade” of a scrawny acacia

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Above: Somebody pushed me down. I'm telling mom!

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Above: Panic rides the rocky road

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Above: High view of the Seiya in the distance. I suspect for most of the year, it’s dry as a bone… maybe a lugga worth exploring next time

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Above: It is beautiful. And it’s nice to ride stones that aren’t volcanic. The quartz here clicks and clanks as you go.

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Above: Seiya views

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Above: Rode a short lugga over to the Seiya to see what we could see. People were washing clothes and watering animals. I splashed a bit of fresh water on my neck and moved on.

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Above: Any of these luggas could lead to wonderful rough campsites

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Above: A couple more river crossings for good measure. All clean, all firm.

At one point, we pulled into a village in the midst of a huge market day. I have never seen such a sight. Samburu warriors everywhere, bedecked in their most dazzling finery. Bright skirts, beaded heads and chests, feathers and ocre, bangles and bells… It was spectacular. The Samburu are really the show-offs of the Northern tribes. I stopped to buy a sarong and to soak it in. Only snuck one photo, and it does no justice. The lady that sold me the sarong asked if I was afraid of Covid. I said not really. She said she was, but what to do? Indeed… Before we knew it, we were in Wamba and I was sure we were 20 minutes away from Sarara.

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Above: Market day. Honestly, there was so much more to see! It was like a circus. This photo sucks, but it's what I have.

Roaring into Wamba, we got fuel at the pump and shouted at the dickheads. They love to hover at the pumps, poking your GPS, generally annoying you and then asking for a soda. Panic turns blue every time: “Why the fuckshouldIgiveyouanything? All you’ve doneisannoymesinceIgothere!” You can almost see recognition behind their glazed over eyes as they mumble and stumble away. Because we only stop briefly, and only where others who are moving stop, we are treated to the most useless people in a village every time. When we've taken the time to pull in for breakfast in Wamba, we've been treated to wonderful folks. Alas... we were moving.

My track to Sarara took us directly behind Wamba, and had been vouched for by a guy who had driven it several years ago in 4x4s. Immediately it became clear that times have not been kind to that road. Still in Wamba town, we had trouble staying on the track. It was bisected in dozens of places by deep clefts in the soil, leaving us to squeeze by, hoping the sides didn’t collapse. Eventually, it led us out of town to a pass looking down on a lovely sight. The road had been murdered, but the boda guys kept a thin single track line scratched in it for their own use which we followed to the bottom.

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Above: Looking down the pass

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Above: The road was no longer passable by 4x4 and with effort by bike and foot

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Above: Bodas have kept a little section clear. Good bodas.

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Above: A nice long view down.

At the bottom, we panyapanyad around a bit. Eventually we got on the right track, heading toward a spectacular mountain. Finding Wry’s friends at their house (they manage the lodge) we were given an escort to our place by a worker on a Kibo who was super chuffed to be showing us the way but was so slow it was difficult to keep the Pigs upright! When we got to our destination, drenched in sweat from moving so slowly, our minds were blown!

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Above: Heading toward the lodge

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Above: Found a small group of Reticulated Giraffe… the handsomest giraffe with their geometric patterns

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Above: The view that greeted us at Treetops when we got there. What a sight for a pair of worn out bikers!

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Above: The dining area/lounge

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Above: After a clean up and some lunch, a cool beer in the shade

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Above: We shared the place with only one other family who took off for a walk in the afternoon, leaving us to occupy the pool until dusk.

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Above: I didn’t want to leave the pool. Floated around in circles until it got dark

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Above: Our tents on stilts above the forest floor, connected by long walkways

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Above: Somehow I got the most amazing view. It was probably meant for Wry! Pick tent 5 if you can!

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Above: The interior. Pretty smart. And the shower hangs off the side in the open. I love that.

How great to have a short transport day that was 200km long over 6 hours, involved riding a wet riverbed, climbing a rocky mountain range and descending a bombed out road to arrive at a place like Sarara! No place beats Kenya. No place!

It was such a great surprise to crash in a place like that, but we were gutted Wry couldn’t join us, especially since he organized it and got us a deal! My family saw the pics and declared an immediate plan to return with them as soon as possible. I won’t argue!

The sounds of hyenas in the distance and night jars in the forest. All night long.


Title: Day 8 - Nanyuki up the Doldol Rd
Post by: Osadabwa on August 12, 2020, 08:08:07 am
Up early to enjoy the morning light. We needed to vacate sharpish as the lodge had guests arriving early and there are now special Covid cleaning procedures to perform. The breakfast was amazing, the views delicious. We reluctantly kitted up, bid the place farewell and descended into the bush worrying about elephants. Apparently, there are a lot of them. Heaps of poo everywhere keeps your head on a swivel. Don’t fancy surprising one around a tight bend. The riding was funky, and we made our way out of the bush tracks to Wamba in good time. It was just an easy day up to Nanyuki, and our last day on dirt.

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Above: Breakfast by the pool

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Above: Saying bye to Sarara

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Above: Funky bush tracks out. I’m pretty sure this isn’t the track they suggested we take

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Above: Connecting with a better road

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Above: Camels with hand-carved wooden bells on the Right, a bell end on the left

Zipping to Wamba for more fuel (overly cautious we are, since the Borderlands ride), we ripped up to the track known to us as Ngai Susu road. It’s a lovely little ripper that takes you past a memorable natural feature on the way to the Barsalinga bridge over the Ewaso Nyiro.

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Above: The feature erroneously known to us as Ngai Susu (a kid confirmed it’s called Nongupuli)

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Above: My piggie enjoying the view

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Above: For Wry… the juvenile delinquent in our group who loves this track

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Above: Panic making time around the tit, er, Nongupuli

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Above: Crossing the Barsalinga bridge

A quick ride over to Kipsing town and we took off on the only track I hadn’t planned myself. It was one Wry gave me from a trip he did on a quad safari which would take us up the Borana escarpment past Tasssia lodge. We roared down the road searching for the track… and it was a river! Not only a river, but a flowing river! Not only a flowing river, but one that was at the bottom of a mountain that was actively being rained on above. Cursing our useless friend’s name, we backtracked to take the easy road to Doldol. I’m glad we did!

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Above: Which of you damn hipsters keep blessing the rains down in Africa? Not while I’m riding okay!

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Above: Returning to Kipsing for our alternate track

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Above: Panic making dust

I’d been on the track to Doldol with Bwana several years ago. I knew it involved an interesting climb out of the lowlands, but I knew it was there. After hunting for the track, we connected to it and I paused to wait for Panic. He got to me and says: I don’t think we’ll get up there! It did look intimidating… overgrown and very little sign of activity. But if you looked closely, there was a boda track, and that’s all you need.

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Above: Coming out of the overgrown section, beginning the climb

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Above: Planning his next move

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Above: It was actually a nice climb with a couple of tricky bits…

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Above: And great views

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Above: And plenty of grip since it was all stone

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Above: Those are the fekking eyes of death again… they burn holes in your soul

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Emerging at the top, we were close to Doldol and the place is lovely. Cool air, a shower on the horizon, green grass and livestock nibbling around. It’s nice, but we didn’t want to get rained on, so we twisted grips.

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Above: The uplands

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Above: Good roads

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Above: Not going to out-run the rain, I’m afraid…

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Above: This Covid stop ensured we’d get wet… again, I had a 35.4 degree head

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Above: Putting on our raincoats. Made the mistake before of toughing it out… froze our ass. Panic was furious about the rain. Howling at the weather. Cursing the gods. Throwing shit around. It did lots of good.

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Above: Here’s a man with a more relaxed view of things. Just put up your umbrella and carry on.

We got soaked but didn’t freeze. The road kicked us out in Nanyuki and we bee-lined it for the Shephard’s Huts opposite Barney’s. They were awesome. We had to share one, but no matter. The shower was hot, the place was dry, the beers were cold and the garden lovely. Nice way to wind up another excellent adventure!

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Above: At the Shephard’s hut

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Above: Tucked in with hot water bottles and Black Label to keep us warm

In the morning, a Full English Breakfast in our bellies, we hit the tar for home. It was the most stressful 2.5 hours of the whole trip. We were nearly written off by a truck, we saw a bike accident, dozens of times I had to ride on the shoulder to avoid oncoming assholes. But we made it home and it’s already a forgotten footnote to an otherwise epic adventure.

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Above: Parting shot… heading home

And all’s well that ends well for Wry. While we were at Sarara, he was having surgery on his shoulder. A day later, his bike arrived on a flamboyant bakkie. Now he’s just got to heal up and we can head back out again!

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Above: Wry reunited… with collar bone and bike (his tear was somewhere between type III and V)

That’s all folks!

Before I go, here's the route:
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And for those interested to see the countryside in moving pictures (and if my YouTube view numbers are correct, damn few are) here's the video:


Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: ClimbingTurtle on August 12, 2020, 08:55:08 am
Awesome as always!!

Many thanks for the effort, really appreciated!!

 :thumleft:  :thumleft:  :thumleft:  :thumleft:

Steve
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: sidetrack on August 12, 2020, 09:13:14 am
Unreal riding, Kenya has it all !
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: RobLH on August 12, 2020, 09:14:03 am
Fantastic, thanks.
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: BullFrog on August 12, 2020, 10:15:36 am
Thanks O!!!

Always a thrill to read your ride reports!

And if looks could kill, Panic you would have been dead on this trip!! He looks like he is about to get off and and bliksem you!!!!
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: Berden on August 14, 2020, 12:08:42 pm
Super, thanks for sharing,

Greetings,

Toine
Title: Re: 2020 - Big Red Pigs in Kenya
Post by: XT JOE on August 14, 2020, 01:37:44 pm
One of my favorite reads with  stunning pics, was watching video late last night -serious smiles at the oddball comments