Kenya |
I am in my prime environment. There is hard compacted mud beneath my wheels with overgrown green lush scrub licking the road edges. The wet season has taken its toll in sections and I am forced to ride on the high dry bits between the ruts of sloppy mud. Read more...
Kenya |
To my dearest motorcycle,
I have now bestowed upon you, at great expense a new crankshaft, gasket kit and clutch plates. You have a few new hose clamps and a sparkplug lead replaced. Read more...
Kenya |
It didn’t take long for the mechanics at Jungle Junction to strip my motorcycle down and confirm it was indeed my crankshaft. After costing out all the parts I would need and where in the world it would be the cheapest to purchase them from, I then still had to find a way to smuggle them into the country. Read more...
Kenya |
Several cut up pieces of inner tube holds my bike no more than two feet away from Mike’s rear wheel as we dance around goats, children and pot holes, through villages, across borders, down a long and dusty road and into the heart of 5pm rush hour traffic in Nairobi. Read more...
Kenya |
While Jungle Junction is an amazing place to hang out and re charge your batteries (I however lack a battery on my bike) get the low down on the places you want to be wondering through next. Read more...
Kenya |
Long before we hit the outer city ring of Nairobi we were already crammed between hundreds of cars travelling at five kilometres per hour. This was going to be a killer for the bike. Read more...
Kenya |
I froze as I climbed out of my tent in the morning. Staring at my bike I was completely shocked into silence. My bike looks like shit. Read more...
Kenya |
For days now, I’d been wondering where the four Australian cyclists were, hoping I would get to pass them once again and have my dose of Australian humour. Read more...