Back on track
Day 20
Start - Pamuruyan Finish – Cisolok Distance Travelled – about 90km Words by - Johnny Bang |
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The day kicked off with a frantic mission to find an internet café to prepare documentation to convince the Myanmar consulate to give us visas. Fortunately there was one right across the road, unfortunately the computers were older than my TTR and slower than Shaun’s Sherpa.
It was a weird hotel but they let us keep the bikes inside which was cool. I think theft may have been a problem in the area – I had asked to use a computer but the hotelier said the modem has been stolen from it.
I got the emails out and left the rest to Shaun. I was worried, but it was out of my hands now so I got onto the task at hand – find the ocean, and the day quickly improved as our bikes gorged themselves on the best mountain passes of the trip. These were some of the gnarliest roads I have ever ridden - think the cutting at Bathurst, only steeper, and lasting 15km.
Indonesian roads are difficult at the best of times, but 250’s have proven the right bike - enough power to get you out of trouble, not enough to get you into it. There are a handful of times that I wanted more power but none when I needed it. We are usually the fastest thing on the road, but still small enough to squeeze through that always-shrinking gap between the truck you are overtaking and that bus screaming towards you.
Everything fell into place in the afternoon – in the space of about 30 minutes we found the ocean, some surfboards to borrow, some surf, and a room for $30 (in that order). The surf in front of our hotel was a left that ran along some rocks for about 80m. It was about 4ft, not spectacular, but we were stoked to be out of Jakarta and back in the ocean.
It was a weird hotel but they let us keep the bikes inside which was cool. I think theft may have been a problem in the area – I had asked to use a computer but the hotelier said the modem has been stolen from it.
I got the emails out and left the rest to Shaun. I was worried, but it was out of my hands now so I got onto the task at hand – find the ocean, and the day quickly improved as our bikes gorged themselves on the best mountain passes of the trip. These were some of the gnarliest roads I have ever ridden - think the cutting at Bathurst, only steeper, and lasting 15km.
Indonesian roads are difficult at the best of times, but 250’s have proven the right bike - enough power to get you out of trouble, not enough to get you into it. There are a handful of times that I wanted more power but none when I needed it. We are usually the fastest thing on the road, but still small enough to squeeze through that always-shrinking gap between the truck you are overtaking and that bus screaming towards you.
Everything fell into place in the afternoon – in the space of about 30 minutes we found the ocean, some surfboards to borrow, some surf, and a room for $30 (in that order). The surf in front of our hotel was a left that ran along some rocks for about 80m. It was about 4ft, not spectacular, but we were stoked to be out of Jakarta and back in the ocean.
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