The final push. Due to a bout of possible food poisoning (from the £34 steak place!) the ride to the big V looked off. After a shower, cabbage doughnut (don't ask) and coffee we were off on the long road to the Pacific. This road was all in good condition, but the traffic! There were cars/lorries everywhere along with police speed traps in every village (stopped twice, let go after a 'don't even bother' attitude by us). Mercifully our estimate of 850km was 100km too much so we were almost on schedule despite a late start. Eleven hours and later we made it to our hotel and hooked up with another UK biker 'Al' who shared with us his experiences on the road. What's become apparent now is that travelling as part of a group with Kudu severely restricts the sort of adventure and unknown that I seek. This is down to the luxory of time. Time to change plans, time to stop and get involved with the locals and time to wait for help/parts if needed. Unfortunately though, with commitments at home and a work return date it's this extra time that I don't have. Shame.
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