homme de fer
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Their website says they'll be without internet access for awhile. Hopefully, they'll get a chance to check in soon.
Quit our jobs, sold our home and everything in it, gone riding...
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They are good. Their internet access is still crappy/spotty.
http://advrider.com/forums/showpost.php?p=21353014&postcount=1022
http://advrider.com/forums/showpost.php?p=21353014&postcount=1022
killerkeith
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Figures they get to the most dangerous part of their trip and have no contact. Total cliffhanger.
They are in Columbia? I thought the were at the North of South America
that is the north of South America.
homme de fer
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If you guys read through the ADV website, you'll see that Columbia has changed quite a bit and is actually one of the more progressive South American countries.
Yessir. Like Sofia Vergara, only getting better with age.
Oh I'm sorry. I thought COLOMBIA was the north of South America lol
He said COLUMBIA so i made a joke that obviously went over peoples heads
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I see what you did now.
thanks for properly spelling my Country.. and while I am a bit worried with no update from them, I know Colombia has become much safer and better to travel. 20 years ago you couldn't even dare to think to ride a motorcycle across the country and now a days I see my highschool friends riding all over the country in BMW's and R6's.
I really want to hear news from them, but please do stop destroying the reputation of my country and miss spelling the name
Thanks
I really want to hear news from them, but please do stop destroying the reputation of my country and miss spelling the name
Thanks
I would agree, 20 years ago, Colombia was in a rough shape, taken over by drug lords, kidnaps and gerrillas, but now it is a lot safer and getting better every year, unfortunately Venezuela has become the new **** hole in the area, pains me to say it but it is true.thanks for properly spelling my Country.. and while I am a bit worried with no update from them, I know Colombia has become much safer and better to travel. 20 years ago you couldn't even dare to think to ride a motorcycle across the country and now a days I see my highschool friends riding all over the country in BMW's and R6's.
I really want to hear news from them, but please do stop destroying the reputation of my country and miss spelling the name
Thanks
Updated from: http://www.RideDOT.com/rtw/90.html
We didn't stay in South America for very long. After only 9 days in Cartagena, we loaded the bikes back on the Stahlratte and set sail into the heart of the Caribbean sea. First stop: Jamaica, mon!
[video=youtube_share;-oT-SRvtkDo]http://youtu.be/-oT-SRvtkDo[/video]
Flabbergasted by the Stahlratte loading technique
We have a new captain on-board. I asked for a confidence-inspiring look and this was all she could manage...
We're doing this leg of the trip by windpower only, which lends a very different flavour to our journey. Whereas the Panama to Colombia run was a regular commuter run; with the sails up and the engine off, it now felt much more romantic, harkening back to an older method of transportation.
The human effort in sailing a boat is mainly pulling on a bunch of ropes
This is my contribution to the sailing efforts, Alisa serenades the boat with Spanish songs
Coming out of Cartegna we hit some pretty rough waters and most of the passengers got sea-sick. In the middle of the night, I frantically scrambled over a sleeping Neda and barely made it to the deck of the ship where I donated my rented dinner to the Caribbean marine life.
I spent the early hours of the dark morning with Ludwig on the top deck, trying to focus on any kind of fixed horizon as the boat pitched violently side to side. Salt water spray cleaned the contents of my stomach off my face as huge waves monstered the bow of the Stahlratte, drenching our (thankfully) covered motorcycles. Ludwig seemed entirely at home striking a Captain Morgan pose looking out into the black waters of the moonless night. In contrast, I felt like I had 7 limbs wrapped around various railings and holds, desperate to stop myself from falling off this rollercoaster into a watery bed.
The fishing lines behind the boat snag a King Mackerel
Soon to be filets, ceviche and soup!
The second day of our 4-day voyage was a lot calmer, but it was still difficult to do anything but stare out at the horizon. Which meant that all of the hours of TV shows and movies and books that I downloaded went unviewed. Still, we found plenty to pass the time away, playing music, watching dolphins jump playfully in the waters beside us and racing in front of the ship. We caught some fish for dinner and at night, we watched from the balcony as the boat stirred up bio-luminescent plankton in its wake. It all felt very Life-Of-Pi, minus the tiger and the carnivorous island...
Sails unfurled and looking ahead to Jamaica
The nets at the bow of the ship were a great place to watch dolphins racing in front of us
Like church on Sunday, everyone on the ship congregates on the deck of the ship every evening to watch the sun set.
Four days is a long time to spend cooped up on a ship with 21 other people, especially for a bunch of landlubbers like us. As we arrived into Port Antonio, on the north shore of Jamaica, the passengers were itching to get off the boat, pacing the deck and climbing the ropes to get a better of view of where we'd be after we cleared customs.
Samantha climbing the crows nest. 10M above the deck of the boat
Crows nest view of the Errol Flynn marina (yes, *THAT* Errol Flynn)
This is how we treat immigration officers on the pirate ship Stahlratte...
At the marina, the immigration police came on board and upon seeing us swinging out on the ropes and diving into the harbour, one of them takes off his shoes, gun and cellphone and decides to swing out into the waters himself!
BEST IMMIGRATION EXPERIENCE EVER!!!
We didn't stay in South America for very long. After only 9 days in Cartagena, we loaded the bikes back on the Stahlratte and set sail into the heart of the Caribbean sea. First stop: Jamaica, mon!
[video=youtube_share;-oT-SRvtkDo]http://youtu.be/-oT-SRvtkDo[/video]
Flabbergasted by the Stahlratte loading technique
We have a new captain on-board. I asked for a confidence-inspiring look and this was all she could manage...
We're doing this leg of the trip by windpower only, which lends a very different flavour to our journey. Whereas the Panama to Colombia run was a regular commuter run; with the sails up and the engine off, it now felt much more romantic, harkening back to an older method of transportation.
The human effort in sailing a boat is mainly pulling on a bunch of ropes
This is my contribution to the sailing efforts, Alisa serenades the boat with Spanish songs
Coming out of Cartegna we hit some pretty rough waters and most of the passengers got sea-sick. In the middle of the night, I frantically scrambled over a sleeping Neda and barely made it to the deck of the ship where I donated my rented dinner to the Caribbean marine life.
I spent the early hours of the dark morning with Ludwig on the top deck, trying to focus on any kind of fixed horizon as the boat pitched violently side to side. Salt water spray cleaned the contents of my stomach off my face as huge waves monstered the bow of the Stahlratte, drenching our (thankfully) covered motorcycles. Ludwig seemed entirely at home striking a Captain Morgan pose looking out into the black waters of the moonless night. In contrast, I felt like I had 7 limbs wrapped around various railings and holds, desperate to stop myself from falling off this rollercoaster into a watery bed.
The fishing lines behind the boat snag a King Mackerel
Soon to be filets, ceviche and soup!
The second day of our 4-day voyage was a lot calmer, but it was still difficult to do anything but stare out at the horizon. Which meant that all of the hours of TV shows and movies and books that I downloaded went unviewed. Still, we found plenty to pass the time away, playing music, watching dolphins jump playfully in the waters beside us and racing in front of the ship. We caught some fish for dinner and at night, we watched from the balcony as the boat stirred up bio-luminescent plankton in its wake. It all felt very Life-Of-Pi, minus the tiger and the carnivorous island...
Sails unfurled and looking ahead to Jamaica
The nets at the bow of the ship were a great place to watch dolphins racing in front of us
Like church on Sunday, everyone on the ship congregates on the deck of the ship every evening to watch the sun set.
Four days is a long time to spend cooped up on a ship with 21 other people, especially for a bunch of landlubbers like us. As we arrived into Port Antonio, on the north shore of Jamaica, the passengers were itching to get off the boat, pacing the deck and climbing the ropes to get a better of view of where we'd be after we cleared customs.
Samantha climbing the crows nest. 10M above the deck of the boat
Crows nest view of the Errol Flynn marina (yes, *THAT* Errol Flynn)
This is how we treat immigration officers on the pirate ship Stahlratte...
At the marina, the immigration police came on board and upon seeing us swinging out on the ropes and diving into the harbour, one of them takes off his shoes, gun and cellphone and decides to swing out into the waters himself!
BEST IMMIGRATION EXPERIENCE EVER!!!
