Man we really did not give ourselves enough time in Canada, we just did not realise how big the place is. After the Dalton Highway and collapasing into bed after one of the toughest days I have ever had on a bike we arrived back in fairbanks at close to midnight. One thing about getting to Deadhorse, you then have to go all the way back again. The road was much easier as it was dry. I think the road could be rated the same as a river. Grade 3 if dry and a solid 5+ if it is wet. We stayed at the university on the way back and got out of the flee bitten motel we were in before hand. Dan our new found legendary mechanic in adventure cycles washed down our bikes and they looked somewhat normal after being caked in concrete like muck from the Dalton. The bikes started to overheat from the radiators being caked in muck. We even tried pissing on them to free them up, smells really bad when it heats up. Would not recomed it. You do what you can at the time. We took it easy the next day heading down to whitehorse and making our way to Vancover. We were shattered after the dalton and had 4 days to ride 2000 miles from fairbanks to Vancover. We stopped at Watson and the signpost forest which was really cool. Sign from all over the world, even New Zealand. Have some pics below. We had some very cold days on the way down. Coming into Whitehorse it pissed and was about 2 degress. Propper winter riding and just god awfull stuff. We craved a good Indian curry only to fine the resturant shut due to Canada day. Not cool, it was mickey d's instead and crash in the room.
We stopped in tatogga on the way down and had the biggest omlette I have ever seem. One big ass omlette. Paddy hurt his back showing off to some bikers, trying to do a power side in the car park. Being the trip doctor he was supplied with solpadine and dose of htfu (harden the fuck up) cream and back on the bike. He is fine now, I think the pride was dented more than the body. Orla from Newfoundland put us in touch with a lovely couple Catherine and Barry. They put us up for the night and cooked a lovely breckfast the next morning. Arriving in Prince George late about 11.30pm, we used a big eighteen wheeler truck as a blocker for the last 50 miles. It was dark and we were afraid that a moose or deer was going to run out and they would be scraping bits of us off the tarmac. They are freckin huge animals and just not what you want to see in the middle of the road. People always say to watch for moose as they cause a lot of accidents. We need to just stop driving at night. From Prince George we had one last day of big miles to Vancover. The weather cleared and we rode down the fraser river and through a big gorge and lovely twisty mountain roads. My fork seals had gone and would need to get them replaced. The good people at BMW Ducati in vancover had me sorted in know time and looked after us very well. Cheers Adrain much appriciated.
Orla again had given us the name of her aunties place in Vancover, Mary. Her daughter Christine has very kindly accomodated us for the last few days as Mary is in Ireland on holidays. Brillant people and they have just opened up there home to us complete stangers. Orla is one crazy lady and just put us in touch with all her family and places to stay. Bloody brillant. Downstairs we found Seamus and his wife Eileen, a Galway couple from Oranmare and he is carpenter by trade. He offered very kindly to help us build the crates. Another man by the man of Paul Stack met me at Ronan, a huge hardware chain in Canada and we picked up a load of OSB board and 4x2 to build the crates. We hired the tools and we were ready to roll for Saturday morning. I was absolutly blown away how everything just magically comes together.So many people have helped us out and been extremly generious with there time. By 3pm the two bike were crated and done. Seamus was bloddy brillant and had the two crates built in no time. We went on the serious piss last night in Johnny Foxes to celebrate the crating. We plied Seamus with stout after his huge effort earlier seemed like a very fair deal. The heads were sore this morning, so it was breackfast and off to U-Haul to hire a truck and get the crates into the back. Now we have no forklift but by the grace of god the truck had a ramp, we had a little sq dollys with wheels that went under the crates and we got as many bodies as we could find and with a little brut force and ignorance up the ramp and into the truck they went. Amazing. Driving down here we had no clue how we were going to manage this task. The bikes had to be drined of oil and fuel before they are airfreighted to South Korea. It will take a few days to clear customs and then we catch the ferry on the 15th to Russia. Holy shit it will be a serious adventure over there. Canada has been amazing, I simply wish that we could of had more time over here. I will most definatly be back to visit in the future.
Bye for now and see ya in Russia......................
Just loading my Watson Lake photos on Flickr, remembering my encounter with you, checked on James Cargo thanks again for the tip. Good to hear your heading up to Russia.
what you did about rollers and the sixth grade, gosh what a memroy that is for me, and you are right, I have bought so many rollers trying to fit one of them so it is easy to use, I simply go back to my mom’s way of using a long glass!I love how you show us the ‘Puff’ of the bread, I was in a Mediterranean place the other day and they served it like that right out of their lava stone oven, gorgeous! Great job, love your site! I am over here often, just no time to speak, so making up for it today, lol!Chef E
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