Total distance covered | 30,810 km or 19,145 miles |
Greatest distance covered in a day (best guess) | 660 km or 410 miles (Foz do Iguaçu – Curitiba, Brazil) |
Shortest distance covered in a day by choice | 158 km or 98 miles (Azul to General la Madrid, Argentina) |
(Actual) Longest day in the saddle for the shortest distance traveled: | 105 km or 65 miles (Mendoza to Uspallata, Argentina) over 10 hours, in the snow and sunshine. |
(Perceived) Longest day in the saddle for shortest distance traveled: | 137km (Huanuco – La Union, Peru) over 6 1/2 hours, in the rain and mud. |
Top speed (by me) | 140km/h (Route 26 between Villa Unión and Villa San Agustin de Vallé Fertil, Argentina – throttle fully open, level ground, straight road, no wind) |
Highest altitude ridden (by me – Rich went higher when his girlfriend came to visit in March) | 4748m Paso de San Francisco, between Argentina and Chile) |
Largest number of ‘offsies’ in a day | Impossible to count, but certainly over 30 (Mendoza to Uspallata, Argentina) |
Total number of ‘offsies’ for the trip | You’re kidding, right? How the hell can I remember that? Well over 100, and thankfully ever fewer towards the end of the trip. I think Rich came off about 5 times in total. Git. |
Most destructive ‘offsie” | The 60km/h cartwheel I did between Viedma and San Antonio Oeste (photo) |
Total number of days on the road | 278 |
Different places stayed at night en route | 116 |
Number of nights camped out | 27 (24 different locations) |
Most nights stayed in one place | Cusco, Peru (2 months - volunteering) |
Least nights stayed in one place | Rafael, Argentina (3 hours) |
Number of windscreens broken | 2 (3 if you count breaking the repaired one a second time) |
Number of times handle bars bent and replaced | 3 times bent, 1 time straightened and finally 1 replacement |
Number of panniers damaged | 2 – both the left and right were held on to the racks by straps by about the 5th week. They remained 100% waterproof throughout, however. I was impressed! |
Number of times of chain/sprockets replaced | 1 |
Number of times tyres replaced | 2 |
Number of punctures | 4 |
Number of breakdowns | 1 (in Punta Arenas, Chile) |
Number of Injuries | Not many. Coupla cuts and bruises, mostly my own fault! |
Number of times food poisoned | 2 (Fiambalá, Argentina; Lake Titikaka, Bolivia) |
Run ins with the cops/customs | 0 |
Number of tantrums | Too many, all ‘offsie’ or stress related |
Approximate cost of whole trip, including shipping and flights | NZ$30,000 |
Number of unforgettable memories | Countles |
There were times during the trip when all I wanted to do was go home. By the end, however, I was left with the certain knowledge that I want to do another motorbike trip some time. “So why not take a bike across Canada, instead of a car?” I hear you ask.
Well, during my time in Cusco and the Bolivian jungle, I was suffering some fairly severe back and sciatic leg pain. I got some treatment in Cusco and, by the time I got back to the UK in May, it seemed to have calmed down. About 3 months after returning to NZ, however, in October 2009 (and probably as a result of visiting chiropractors and massage therapists to ease the pain and tension I was again feeling) the locked muscles that had been doing their best to protect my lower back, were released sufficiently so that I burst a disc in my spine (the L5S1 in the lower back, for those with experience of these things) which inpinged on the sciatic nerve in my right leg. I have never felt pain like it, and suffered a week with only about 6 hours sleep before I was given a cortisone injection to kill the pain. I was off work for 5 ½ months, and have since been advised that long days of riding would be a bad idea at this stage in my recovery. The fact that my baby bro suffered a similar (but surely less severe ;-p) injury to mine several years ago, and is now planning a big bike trip of his own, suggests I just need to be patient and keep doing my exercises, and one day I will be up to another bike trip. That will be the time that I look at riding from Anchorage to Cusco, or some such. Until then, it will be 4 wheels on my wagon, and I’ll keep rolling along. And that's it for today. Thanks for tuning in, and see you next time &:-)
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