Wednesday 13 October 2010
It couldn't always be easy.
We like the 'action' of the guy on the boat.
Near Djenne, Mali.
Sometimes, we didn't manage it.
On road to Douentza, Mali.
It took us 40 minutes if we were on our own
Sometimes it didn't fall over; it just sank.
Lots of digging, lifting and heaving was needed to get moving again.
On piste to Timbuktu.
Overturned truck blocking the road near Banfora, Burkina Faso
Sometimes it didn't fall over; it just sank.
Lots of digging, lifting and heaving was needed to get moving again.
On piste to Timbuktu.
The third time the bike had fallen in 2 km.
The smile is very forced!
Still on way to Timbuktu.
Still on way to Timbuktu.
Niger river, Mali.
The Pinasse carrying An Capall hit a sandbank and started to take on water. The men started to nail patches inside and outside the hull while water was baled out. It was strange to be standing in the middle of a mile-wide river.
People
Twas tough on the machine.
The big job. Replacing the rear bevel bearing.
Mending the wiring for the rear lights in the hostel foyer.
A road-side welding repair to the left pannier rack.
The right one needed to be welded in Burkina Faso.
My colouring was starting to blend in with the locals too.........
A temporary fix to the damaged bash-plate after I nearly dropped the bike off a ferry ramp.
The tent cover is blocking the sand and sun.
Our lucky escape. The oil sight glass had blown out.
The way ahead.
Our first section of piste (track) and a steep learning curve ahead.
Both thumbs are up but 5 minutes later, the bike would be on its side!
The beautiful but tough piste to Timbuktu.
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