Train. Not quite as cool as ancient breakdown-y motorbikes.
S’cool. Now it’s just like a Chinese version of Darjeeling Limited minus the Louis Vuitton luggage, charismatic leading men and indie appeal.
Leaving one behind to continue our journey.
See you soon old boy.
Six thousand, 2000-year old pottery men guarding a dead emperor and a Manbaby doing duckface for his ‘fans’.
China.
China!
Protein
Gutless Grey Balls gave up the ghost this morning. She’d been using as much oil as petrol and started making some unpleasant moaning noises in the hills yesterday.
Smoke from left cylinder and a team call once we reached Xi’an have decided we’re gonna ship the poor darlin’ back to Beijing for some proper tenderness while we continue our journey by hook or by crook.
We made roughly 2000 of the 3000km planned route to Yunnan on these temperamental old Chinese basketcases.
Bring on the next 1000km.
First, a fucking beer.
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214hrs of riding to do 380km.
Beer please.
And a few greens too I guess.
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1The closest we’ve come to accidents has been because of this. People overtaking to get photos. Can’t imagine what it would be like if you were a proper famous type.
Can’t for the life of me figure out why Tom likes living here.
Arty shit.
Don’t be fooled by that disk break. It doesn’t work. At all. In fact, the bike goes faster if you hold it in.
I reckon there’s a coal truck for every person in China. That’s a metric fuck-tonne of coal trucks. You do the math. Too late, it’s 1.4 billion (or summink). Look, there goes another one. Fuck your western lungs.
This is what happens after half a day of getting passed by them like you’re going in reverse. I wear my trendy farkin’ cowboy kerchief, so all I get is dry eyeballs and a little help with my monobrow.
The first two are maybe my favourite shots from the trip.
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2Chinese power steering. Ol’ Blacky pulled badly to the right.
Bit of elastic rope. There, I fixed it.
