OOH is it Broke ?Posted by henry Thu, July 11, 2013 22:19:43
So with Martin having arrived from the West and him being on a tighter schedule we decide to ride back the way we had come- at 90 kph.
Dum de dum. Barren post volcanic eruption plain- done that.
Dum de dum. Spectacular mountains and sea vistas- done that.
Dum de dum. Jokulsarlon- wow, hypnotising- and cake! Woohoo!
Post "bergs" we put our heads down and ploughed the klicks in, In all fairness the veiws were spectacular and for the most part the weather loads better.
Arriving once again in Hofn, we got the tents up while Martin booked in.
Peter the receptionist (a past resident of chester as it turned out) looked a mite bemused until we explained about our 3rd intrepid explorer. Pleased to see us, he extended the gift of paid internet access which was really good of him. So with wine in hand it was onto the net and FB.
OOH is it Broke ?Posted by henry Thu, July 11, 2013 21:37:28
We were due to meet Martin- member number 3 of our intrepid duo- in Vik at the campsite sometime in the evening, so andiamo!
The ride sent us across the flood plain of an under glacieal (is that a real word, lol) volcanic eruption in '96 which resulted in millions of gallons of water being released to the sea. Unfortunately my piccies of the resultant devastation i wiped acidentally so you can go look in Zebbs gallery.
Not a bad ride all in all and we halted our bikes at the entrance to the campsite. The two elements started travelling a week apart, coming to Vik from opposite ends of the island and pull up within a minute of each other. How is that for (pure luck) organisation :-) We are being asked to launch a rover to Mars in the near future.
Martin being the executive branch of Motoloco pursuaded us to hang up our Bear Grills adventure trousers for the night so we all book in the hotel. It was great crack, catching up with a lifelong friend and (not that i had any doubts at all) the 3 of us just gelling.
OOH is it Broke ?Posted by henry Sun, June 30, 2013 19:39:33
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We got to pack up the tents in the dry- just- so I was
speaking to Zebb again. Todays’ target
was Jokulsarlon, a mere hop, skip and jump away.
I’m not being mean when I don’t go into detail of the ride
and scenery, but in the end superlatives lose their impact. Every bend in the road presented another
magnificent, unbelievable vista. With the Gopros running flat out, hopefully
one day you will all be let into the secret that is ours at present.
I was hypnotised. The
majesty, the beauty, the poetry of competing forces of nature vying for dominance. With the iceberg nursery one side of the road
and the North Atlantic on the other, welcome to Motolocos’ first wild camp. WE camped on the Atlantic side of the road,
and as is our modus operandi we leave no impact on the local environment upon
The place is magical and most probably the most beautiful
place I have visited. The glacial melt trying
to exit the lagoon and the incoming tide, capture the escaping icebergs and
herd them into the shore of the lagoon where they spin languorously until one
or the other gains dominance- the turning tide deciding the winner. The “bergs” bob down the channel to the
waiting North Atlantic, where they are mercilessly beaten to death.
Stay tuned to Motoloco Celebrities on Ice (bergs) in the
OOH is it Broke ?Posted by henry Sun, June 30, 2013 19:38:12
Iceland, Iceland, so good they named it twice (well no, they
So here we were Iceland- Land of Fire and Ice. Looking at our docking point it was certainly
living up to the Ice bit. There was none
of this 6 years ago when I was here last, and I was wondering if I had brought
enough cold weather gear. The snow was
still hanging around right to the coast and not too far above sea level
either. Too late now- up and attem.
We were meeting Martin in Vik in a couple of days’ time and
with me not having done the south coast off we went- andiamo! We had juiced up in Denmark in preparation to
being reamed here, but in actual fact the petrol price is not that ridiculous
245isk a ltr. From Seyjisfjordur through
to Egilsstadir we were off the ground and riding through some rather chilly
mountains- it was that chilly I nearly
had to put something other than my vest on under my bike jacket- thankfully I’m
English and try to refrain from that “Jonny Foreigner” behaviour- matron would
of slapped my legs and no mistake. We got our bearing in town and forged south
without a moments delay. Out on the 92
and onto the 96 we reached the coast quicker than if we had just stuck with the
1, “ THE” main road in Iceland.
With stunning scenery to our right, and the sea to our left
we sat there in almost nice weather putting in the miles to our first stop at
Hofn- pronounce Hoof (Why? I have not
the faintest feckin idea). As ever when
you are enjoying yourself motorcycling (adventure- optional) the weather moved
in and pee’d on our parade. I feckin
hate erecting my tent in the rain, but at 80 euro for a cabin, tent it
was. In time the weather cleared and we
told ourselves off for being to hasty.
Well actually I told Zebb off cos I was up for a cabin J.
OOH is it Broke ?Posted by henry Sun, June 30, 2013 19:36:08
The ferry: Hirtshalls- Denmark to Thingy- Iceland (Okay
okay) Seydisfjordur- Iceland.
My idea of the ferry was 60 excruciating hours I could have
been riding. Oh how wrong you were Paul Henry (Mawson L [me dad] usually
employed the title Paul Henry when I was in trouble. Normally having been blown
up by my sister for something she had done).
Directed into the “bikers” lane at the ferry- oh now, should
that be the” adventure bikers” lane as we were bound for Iceland- the
introductions began. Pascal and Sabine
from Switzerland on their BMW F650 GS Dakar, Harald on his 950 KTM Adventure
riding with Gebbart on his fully specced GS1200Adv from Austria, Yuri from
Russia on his 700 Transalp. All with one mission in mind- to get off Iceland in
one piece, lol.
The crossing was as smooth as silk and far better than we
could have hoped for. Would the Cruel Sea with the masterful Jack Hawkins at the
wheel, been the film it was if the sea was silky smooth- The Calm Sea? I think not!
Harald and Gebbart were expressing the desire to ride
Morocco, but could not get the necessary time off. I said if they paid my expenses, I would fly
to Vienna, pick up a van with their bikes and drive it to a location in
Morocco, where they could then blat around to their hearts content. On
completion I would collect their bikes, drive the van back to Liverpool where I
would strip the bikes and van and sell them for parts. They were all smiles listening to this, so the
look on their chops when the penny dropped- PRICELESS!
Beer on board an eye watering 5.50 a half litre, but we were
here so down it went. The grub was expensive in places but the steak house on
board was superb and got our patronage both evenings. All in all a very pleasant experience, thanks
boys and girl for your company.
The disembarkation was a dream and (with 20/20 hindsight) a missed opportunity
to get some much needed alkyhol onto the Island. Hey ho, you win some, you lose some.
OOH is it Broke ?Posted by henry Sun, June 30, 2013 19:31:27
On to Denmark,
What can you say about a boring, damp, slow ride that will
put a smile on someones face? Denmark
is, erm, well, Denmark I suppose.
Beautiful in places, but damp and overcast all day, the best we can say
is Fjord campsite is in a beautiful location and the weather had at least
perked up slightly for us to pitch our tents in the dry- the standout moment of
a long boring day. Being the longest day
there were mini festivals everywhere, where people built bonfires to symbolise
the burning of witches on this holy day.
Always sponges for a bit of local culture, me and Zebb were in the
(empty) pub, having a few beers. Back to
the camp and sleep.
Next morning saw the weather holding back till we had packed
the tents after a mixed night of squalls and high winds. I really will have to
find some Milk of Magnesia. On we went though and easily hit our target of
Hirtshals, our departure point for Iceland.
For a ferry town it was very nice. Quite quaint and with a
bit of personality. We booked into a room, sorted out a bike shop and ordered a
set of road tyres for my return from Iceland as well as a few emergency nuts
and bolts, fuses, washers, etc. Off to a
bar for happy hour (16.00 to 19.00) and tuborg at 1.20quid a bottle-
result!! I left there speaking quite
fluent Danish- to my ear any way- straight to the pizza shop (good pizza, just
beer goggles size ordered).
OOH is it Broke ?Posted by henry Sun, June 30, 2013 19:29:07
So then, there I was in the Shetlands with a poorly bike and
a battery on charge for god knows how long.
Best have a beer as I cannot get out with the boys and sightsee. Turned out to be a great rally and Hippy Dave
managed to escape with only two suspected broken ribs (I was playing, lol. Hope to God I never dislike you Hippy J
). People will have already reported on
the carnage that was the Simmer Dim so I’ll stay with with my errant Tenere. Susie brought my battery back the morning of
departure so I decided to strike for home and not seek help in Aberdeen- thanks
anyway Bubbles- and it nearly paid off, I got to Bootle before requesting the
RAC to finish my journey. The plan was for me to start stripping the two XT’s
and and swopping alternaters, but the journey had me nearly hallucinating with
tiredness so it was wine, bath, bed.
Early next morning Zebb arrived and we hit both bikes with
Gusto- I suggested allen keys but Zebb is an electrician and wouldn’t hear of
it. A combined effort employing my surgeon like mechanical fitting skills
rescuing the gasket off the bikes and Zebbs electrical skills saw the XT live
The morning of departure…….
Bike packed an uber calm affair unlike me normally running
around like a headless chicken and off to Zebbs for an escorted departure care
of Tommo. Whilst there I remembered my
towel hanging on the line so went back for it when the XT threw another wobbler
leaking petrol everywhere. Feck everything
we just went, the trip through Liverpool being a complete pain in the
arse, but eventually it cleared and has kept away since.
OOH is it Broke ?Posted by henry Mon, June 24, 2013 20:02:42
With an arse resembling a blood orange (hey come on it is a few years since i've done miles on this bike). It was an uneventful ride up to Aberdeen were we all got the bikes on the boat before a few beers at the Quarter Deck.
Ferry, yeah yeah, boring, beer, crap sleep, great smoooooth crossing though.
Woo hoo, Shetland! Planning to visit the coop for brekkie, everyone was invited to Steve Henrys (and the lovely Mrs H of course). Apparently it happens every year and is a great start to a great weekend. Thank you both very much .
With lots planned for the weekend a group ventured out on the first trip- to Twatt. The fun begins when my bike stalls and will not turn over. Bumpstarting it i go back to the campsite and hit the ale.
When Rod has a chance he gives the bike the once over- FUBAR. Battery very dead two circuits of my alty dead. Thats my travelling over- with my Iceland trip only days away.