Feed on

It’s not raining in the morning but it should be. It’s cold windy and very wet. The temperature is just about 32°F and it would be snowing if we weren’t next to the ocean. It’s oing to be a long day, 900 kilometers, but the road is good and we have a goal.

All of us have been up the Dempster in the Northwest Territories and at the end of the MacKenzie river in the tiny town of Tuktoyaktuk is one end of the Trans Canada Trail. The other end of the Trans Canada Trail is in St Johns. That’s where we are headed.

The road is long but fast and open. We stop for a chinese lunch in Bishop Falls. Take some pictures en route. Marc G can’t resist stopping in Dildo, NL for a typical MG photo op atop Rabbit 2.0.

We arrive in St. Johns by following the Trans Canada Highway (TCH) to the end at km zero. The kilometers have been climbimg down for the last few hundred kms and we’re looking for a monument or at least a sign signifying the end of the TCH. Continue Reading »

The weather since we left Maine has been beautiful. Real Chamber of Commerce post card days with bright sun and blue skies. That changed dramatically overnight. There had been a large low pressure system south of Nova Scotia and its high winds had caused the cancellation of the overnight crossing. Now its rain shield finally caught up with us. I’s going to be a miserable day, probably best to be stuck in the ferry.

It’s only about 10 miles to the ferry and we arrive early to make sure we get on the ship. It turns out that there is no problem getting on the ship. There is a problem getting into the port staging area, however. Continue Reading »

Today we run for the ferry. We’re scheduled on an 11:30 PM overnight crossing to Port aux Basques, NL that takes 6 1/2 hours. We have cabins scheduled so that we can sleep and head for St. Johns as soon as we get off the boat. En route, we’re planning on doing some sight-seeing.

Mark F has wanted to do the Cabot trail which is a road that drives the perimeter of a peninsula on the north coast of Nova Scotia. It’s about 6 hours but that’s exactly why we added a slack day to Sydney. Keep the grinding mileage to a minimum and actually see something.

Along the way, Mark F has a recommendation for a restaurant. The restaurant is suppoesed to have the best fried clams anywhere. We stop. We order a sampling of the menu for the four of us which ends up being way more food than we can possibly eat. But the clams are really good, maybe the best anywhere. Continue Reading »

Breakfast and on the road. We’re on our way to somewhere in Nova Scotia and Marc and Mark want to stop by at Hopewell Rocks which is a provincial park on the Bay of Fundy. Our route today is going to bring us up one side of the Bay of Fundy and down the other side.

If the tide schedule had worked out we would have waited for the arrival of the tidal bore. The tidal bore is the sudden arrival of high tide as a good sized wave. The bore wave is the result of geographic orientation of the Bay of Fundy and is quite a sight but it only happens twice a day and we don’t have time to wait.

The Hopewell Rocks are along the way. We can’t figure out if the park is actually open this early in the year but we’ll give it a try. We pull off the main road and drive up to a closed gate that bars the entry into the parking area for the visitor center. Strategy session ensues. “We cark here and walk around the gate.” Getty has already scoped out the gate and found that the gate chain is not locked. Continue Reading »

We’re up and gone by 8:00’ish. But it’s cold and there are snow flurries. Fortunately, we only get a small amount of accumulation in mounts northeast of Scranton. By the time get back to lower altitudes there snow flurries become intermittent and the road is clear.

Up I-84 through New York, Connecticut to the Mass Pike in Massachusetts. It’s a Sunday and there’s not much traffic. Leave the Mass Pike at Worcester and join I-290 to I-495 eventually meeting I-95 north of Boston.

We’re meeting Marc and Mark in Saint John, NB so we follow I-95 almost up to the Canadian border before getting off and heading southeast to cross at St. Stephen, NB. Saint John is another 70 miles past St. Stephen. Continue Reading »

It’s the day before we’re scheduled to leave for a drive over the top of Labrador in Canada via the Trans-Labrador Highway. There aren’t many winter trips to do on the eastern side of North America so options are limited. The Trans-Labrador Trek will go up through New England, New Brunswick and Nova Scotia ending in a ferry crossing from Cape Breton to Port aux Basques on Newfoundland Island. One more ferry crossing from Newfoundland Island to Blanc Sablon on the mainland and we’ll start the Trans-Labrador.

Barbara and I did it in the summer of 2017 to recon fuel and lodging availability. That was really an un-needed trip. I wanted toi make sure that the road would be open during the winter. Of course, when I asked people if fuel and lodging we’re available during the winter, they looked at me somewhat quizzically, “We live here all year, eh.” It was a fun trip anyway, even if the recon was unnecessary. Continue Reading »

The morning comes and everyone is raring to go. Literally. This town is such a dump (and we should know a dump when we sleep in one) that everyone is ready to go early. Bikes loaded, started (well most of them) and we’re off. At least some of us.

There are 4 ways out of this primitive crossroad hamlet: southeast (the way I came in), northeast (the way Clemo and the rest, minus Guv, came in, the northwest to Thailand and the southwest to Sihanoukville via some little hamlet that isn’t in any of the guides. Perfect. We’ll take the little hamlet that doesn’t register in any of the guides, is over 120 miles down a rutted, muddy jungle track and doesn’t appear to have any guesthouses. What could possibly go wrong? Continue Reading »

Last night we stopped in Battarbang at the north end of the largest lake in Asia, the Tonle Sap. We’ve been riding up the northeast side of the lake to Siem Reap and Angkor. In order to round the upper end of the lake, we continue northwest to the end of the lake and a bit farther to Battarbang.

Battarbang is not on anyone’s bucket list. Unless, of course, the bucket list includes “leaving Battarbang.” The road is hot, dusty and heavy with traffic. There are no dramas, hard as that is to believe. Battarbang is more or less a frontier town, crowded with buses, lorries and motorbikes. It is the last large city before leaving Cambodia for Thailand.

The next morning we leave for Veal Veng, the last redoubt of the Khmer Rouge as they were chased down by the Vietnamese army. There are two routes to Veal Veng. The one that I’m taking is down the main road toward Phnom Penh and the a right up toward the mountains.  Continue Reading »

We’ve booked a van, driver and guide for a visit to Angkor Wat. We hope to see the Angkor Wat temple itself, Ta Prouhn and Bayon. Out and in the van by 8 and on the road for the short ride to Angkor.

Along the way we pass an enormous Chinese hotel complex just a few kilometers from the entrance complex foe Angkor. The guide tells us that the hotel is partially owner by the Prime Minister of Cambodia. Apparently, he’s doing quite well. Trump would be jealous. Continue Reading »

Another day with the usual problems with assorted bikes

Our second group made it to Kampong Cham at just about sunset. They’d managed to see the Bamboo Bridge and make it to Kampong Thom with only one deluge slowing them. Quite an accomplishment.

Today, it’s more of the same. Up early with intentions of starting early. Then the day’s bike problems emerge and we’re off to find a repair shop. We finally get everyone going in assorted splinter groups on the road to Siem Reap, about 150 kms up the road. Continue Reading »

« Newer Posts - Older Posts »

This blog is protected by Dave\\\'s Spam Karma 2: 14043 Spams eaten and counting...