Walter did carry on that night so as to meet his French friend Arnaud, who was staying in the next town called Khandyga, but needed to move on the next morning. I arrived in the rain about 9 AM, and called Walter to get instruction of where to go. Arnaud was just ready to leave and they would meet me instead. As upset as I was the night before, I was really glad...
After leaving the deserted town, it’s just a small hop to the turn off that officially begins the “Road of Bones” Walter pulls off for a quick photo and all he says is “Now the hard part..” After the hundreds of kilometres on dirt roads, which is not particularly easy, as well as that gruelling test to the Gulag… I thought that was hard! You mean it gets...
Yay! I survived the Gulag road! Now that it’s over, it was actually quite an experience that I am glad I didn’t miss. I certainly learned a lot! About motorcycle riding in all sorts of ways, as well as the interesting history of the Gulag. Not many people know about them at all and particularly where they are, because they are such a dark and...
After breakfast we head for the Gulag. As with most things Russia.. for me anyway, I have never heard of a Gulag. Ilya from Magadan told us about this place, but again they all speak in Russian and I only pick up bits and pieces. Since then I have looked up more on the internet.. and we have also had a chance to visit a Gulag museum. I will give more...
Doesn’t look like much, but I can not tell you what a welcome site this is! Didn’t sleep much the night before, anticipating getting the bike from the boat, starting the trip, etc… Then many many hours of dirt road riding took it’s toll.. Most of you would know that you have to keep a strong concentration while riding, especially on...