OK, I'm going to try to make a start on this while my enfeebled brain can remember where we've been...
As you may know, me and Mrs Three Dawg have taken a few trips abroad with the long suffering 1997 1100GS, fllying or shipping the bike to some interesting destinations south of the equator. This is because we are very busy during our summer, and because we both hate the Scottish winter. This time we decided to try South America as neither of us had been there and we could be sure of some spectacular scenery and a decent amount of gravel roads, which I really enjoy riding. Much planning took place over the preceeding year to make the most of our six weeks, along with some prep, detailed elsewhere, for the bike.
We work on the basis that we can do about 300km a day even on gravel without having to push too hard, and it seemed like a route from Santiago in Chile north to the Atacama Desert, then into Bolivia to the Uyuni Salt Flats then down Argentina's famous Ruta 40 to Patagonia and back up to Santiago would be do-able. We were joined on the ride by my mate from the world of Laverda, Rob, and his missus Nicky. They're noobs at this adventure riding lark, but were fully kitted out with a nice 1200 Triple Black. All good to go then at the beginning of November, 15 hours on a 787 to Chile's capital, Santiago. Where the sun is warm and the people are mellow.
Mrs 3D seems happy enough ready for the longest non-stop flight BA operate.
You'd think Rob would look more cheerful with this many glasses of wine lined up...
Did I say mellow? Er, well, no. A price hike on public transport sparked some pretty serious rioting in Santiago and elsewhere. In an idle moment I decided to mock up what we might be in for.
Well it amused me anyway. Quick change of hotel away from the city centre and a slight reshuffling of the route meant we should avoid any aggro - not that foreigners often get caught up in stuff like this unless they're stupid, and in fact it worked out quite well as we didn't have much time to get the bikes out of customs as we arrived on a Friday so being near the airport was quite handy.
Rob and Nicky arrived a day or two earlier than we did and had already got the 1200 out of the airport so I just followed him around to various offices immidately after getting through the airport, and the bike was mine in about four hours or so. Easy, especially if you ask for a Black and Decker to undo all the screws holding the crate together. Thanks to The Bike Bus http://thebikebus.weebly.com/ and Motofreight http://www.motofreight.com/ for getting the bike safely there!
Ask for a drill Rob.
Screen, mirrors and rack extension plate back on and we are good to go. Clean as!
Back to the hotel for refreshments. We made a good start with this one, which wasn't half bad.