The Postman

Yup, we made it. Crossed the border yesterday in the company of Andreas and Claudia, which I have to say was a real honour what with those two being responsible for Dot’s revival. Without them I’d be back in Bishkek throwing spanners. We camped together last night and now they’re off, riding at a reasonable [...]

Alright, what you’ve got there is the video of all the bits I needed to get Dot on the road arriving, topped by the pictures that my German biker buddies; Andreas and Claudia took to record the triumphant day that Dororhy lived again. But it wasn’t easy, oh no. For a start we couldn’t decide [...]

Here’s a clip from the day we left; And here’s another from today. The parcel’s arrived. Me and Dot are happy.

Morning glory. Really not much to report. Me and Dorothy are just kicking back in Kyrgyztan waiting for my Russian visa to come through and for her parcel to arrive so I can get her running right. Hopefully not many more days because we’re getting bored. Bishkek, the capital, is okay though. Full of pretty [...]

Hi guys, just a quick note in the middle of dashing around for Russian and Kazakhstan visas but I’ve just updated ‘Stage Reports’ with a summary of Nepal, India and Pakistan. It’s a bit long but if you’re bored….

Well, I’ve had all sorts of suggestions, ranging from string to tape to glue to these sump plugs. I’ve been in touch with One Ten Motorcycles, the guys who sold me the bike in Oz, and, along with a new sprocket gasket (and sprocket because the original’s about worn through) he’s also sending me a [...]

Old Dorothy’s in the right old wars. Not only is she bleeding oil from one of her seals, but yesterday, when I changed the oil, the sump plug bolt threaded and so won’t tighten. And that’s like having a path without the plug in properly. Eventually the water, or in this case the oil, drains [...]

Well kind of… China was actually alright. The people in fact rather lovely. Just the government bureuacracy that was shite. But more on that later because the last you heard I was in Pakistan disguised as a local Taliban leader so as not to be recognised. Which of course I was, the minute I rode [...]

Morning glory. Just up and about, packing, tea drinking, fixing and tinkling. Old Dorothy had a puncture as we crept up the KKH so having been refused a fix by a couple of the local spanner men I finally found one who had a new tube and a smile not a scowl. Strange place Pakistan. [...]