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I have been so bad about blogging and or just writing about my travels thus far. I have seen nothing but yet seen so much. It much more difficult to catch up on things instead of keeping current with them. Even after 27 years of school I sometimes forget that. It is just so easy to move onto the next thing without actually reflecting on the recent doings. Good, bad, indifferent, it is important, for me personally, to do so. I have had zero big hang ups bike wise or travel wise. No flat tires in the middle of nowhere and no lost or stolen credit cards or passports. I am currently in Coyhaique, Chile and my camp is dialed in and everything just kind of fits and flows. I am finding my speeds and gears one could say. The last two months has blew by but at the same time also gone so slow. I find myself in a place of contentment and gratitude a majority of the time. I broke camp and was on the road before am for the second time in these two months just the other day. I wake up to no alarm, put the kettle on for a hot cup of coffee, usually smoke a cigarette, and ease into my day. Up until this point I have had no deadlines or timelines so its really brought an ease to the whole thing. It has made my last two months so peaceful as well as fulfilling. Of course I still get anxious, sad, confused angry, etc. Honestly they are usually all just me getting into a shit mindset or attitude and being an ungrateful jackass. So fucking true. Ready for what who knows, but I try to stay ready. There are these moments, lots to be exact, when I am ridding along on Lily, fishing, setting up camp, picking up trash, waiting in a huge line at the grocery store, and I start oozing with gratitude. I really just cant say how fucking blessed I am. I am of sound body and mind and all my faculties work. God damn I am off to a great start! This trip could end tomorrow for some wild reason and I would have zero resentment. I have gotten to ride, fish, camp, eat, etc. I wont say they are the best because you may want to be at the top of a high rise in New York eating caviar. Go fucking do it baby! I am doing what I do, how it best fits me, and its fucking amazing. I wish it on everybody! What an ass! From here on out I will be better about it. There is no reason why I cant update at lease once a week. I will be better about it for myself and hopefully by doing so you get something out of it. Where to start… First of all you need to find a company or broker that wants your business. After countless emails, phone calls, and online submissions I got only two responses. After I made my decision between the two I stated to put the wheels in motion. I was going to build my own crate and crate the bike myself. The company was going to pick it up in reno, truck it to Long Beach, and shove it in the container. Easy right? No idea why, after 6 months or organizing this, he decided to tell me 10 days till pick up. Holly fuck, then I still need to build the crate. That was the end of that arrangement after months of emails back and forth, emails between their company, documents, size, specs, the whole nine. Enter Air 7 Seas. They were the other company who gave me a quote originally. I chose not to go with them because every time I talked with somebody, either on the phone or email, I was always speaking with a person of a middle eastern descent. If you are a parent, find a random person on the street who speaks broken English, then hand your child over to them to babysit them for 45 days and also have them meet you thousands of miles away in a foreign country to pick up your kid. Yeah right! Same goes with my motorcycle. He happily tells me yes but the price has changed a bit. Done and here we are in Chile sitting on the bike. My broker gives me the details, prices, dates, etc. I had already bought my flight to Santiago when I finalized dates with my original shipper so it was go time. Now, in order to crate my bike I have to get it to San Jose, California to the warehouse. Not ideal but what other options do I have. I make a ride over to San Jose with all my gear minus a few things to drop the bike off for crating. I arrive and meet a different person than with whom I had been dealing with. He takes me into this shitty, dirty, make shift office to go over all the paperwork. I tell him that in the US motorcycles are considered hazardous materials and cannot be flown. We drain it and sign off that here is nothing flammable in the bike and it is cleared as a B5-C package and can be flown. Unfortunately this time you are already shipping sea freight so next time we can fly it. You have to be fucking kidding me. Dood tells me that as I am checking out! We finish up paperwork and its time to leave the bike. It does not cover the bike if is arrives smashed or damaged. I find that out after he sells me the one they do not actually have. Time to get the bike ready to leave and then go pay. Hahaha, very funny dood. This is all taking place cause the 3rd guy, guy who crates all the stuff, is out to lunch at am. So he opens the rolling door to a small warehouse staked to the roof with nothing but packing shit and objects all over. He has me roll the bike in, put it on its side stand, put the extra bag and water jug on it, and walk away. It was the hardest thing Iv had to do in a long time. He just kinda tells me what I want to hear but the more he talked he starts to contradict himself. Now its time to pay. I get walked in and passed off to the 4th guy in the rotation, finance. He prints out the invoice, sets it on the table, and then pulls out a calculator. What the FUCK! I pay, no other options really and say good by to my bike. I did tip the 2nd dood a 10er and left the crate guy a 20 to take good care of my baby. Doubt that made it to him. I hit the road to the train station so I can get to Davis on time to catch a ride with a friend back home to reno. I decide to call my broker and ask about the service charge he failed to mention. Mind you this guy is mid 30s and knows my age of 32 and its What the fuck makes you think that I am going to pay with a fucking check! And hey fucko, maybe tell me my payment options before hand so that I can make arrangements. I share all that cause its important to try and somewhat set the scene of shipping your motorcycle internationally. Obviously it takes time to sea freight something thousands of miles away so no big deals there. They informed me that the bike would not come to Santiago and instead I had to personally pick it up in the port of San Antonio. Surprise to me since it was confirmed throughout by my broker that it would be in Santiago. I fired back a few emails being polite but also jumping in his shit. This is kind of like the service charge you forgot to mention and now here I am the proper fucking idiot having to take care of yet another thing I already paid you for. I arrive in San Antonio and set out to check in with customs. I find the office the one the carrier in Santiago told me to go to and they inform me that this is the wrong one and I need to go to another. I get to the other office, dead center of the port and all the giant containers piled high. I am so out of place. To my surprise the two customs guys I meet with are delight. As well the older one is infatuated with what I am doing, my plans, where I am from, what its like, the whole deal. Even though we are done until the bike actually gets unloaded I sit in his office chatting with both as if we are all taking a break around the coffee pot. Fucking great. That all brings us to the present moment. I arrived Thursday October 17th at am. Ship gets in that day so no big deals. Takes about days to unload everything and sort through the containers. They tell me come back Monday 4pm and well finish everything up and get your ass in the saddle. Well… at this time Santiago, Chile starts to become a boiling pot of revolution. Hahaha, I know better. Santiago boils over like the LA riots back in the 90s. There are metro stations and busses being burned to the ground, looting going on in the supermarkets, and masses of people starting to congregate and protest. The Chilean government ends up having to call in the military to help control the people and bring order. They have not done this since the dictatorship days of Pinochet back between So, when the government calls in military force it means business, brings back the dark memories of that decade, which to me, seems similar to that of Germany in the 30s. There is now a curfew, and has been for 2 nights prior, in Santiago proper, as well as all the surrounding cities and regions to the north and south. What does all that mean for me you ask? Well it means the port works will go on strike and have! Of course, why not. Actually comical when you think about it. Why the fuck not. So now instead of Monday it is Tuesday night and I am supposed to be getting Ol Lily tomorrow morning. More will be revealed cause as Iv learned, a lot of this is like trying to turn a ball round door knob after you just put lotion on your hands. After countless attempts you finally wrap your shirt around it and get it open! I know this post sucked. It did for me. I started to change today. I wrote down a few Chilean dishes, wrote this, and kept up on my gratitude list. Practice not perfection. Which motorcycle to ride for a trip or even just daily use, that is the question? All one needs to do is google the question and you will have your answer. On top of that, simply read the comments section and you will have every Tom, Dick, and Harry telling you which bike they would use and why. Most want to insert their opinion by telling you what bike is best and for you. End of the day its YOUR trip, and whatever bike you choose to ride is your fucking choice. My thoughts since you asked… If it has two wheels, runs, gets you where you want, and you enjoy being on it is all that really fucking matters. One person likes Coke while the other prefers Pepsi. All I can say is buy one, ride it, and smile ear to ear baby! My Scooter of choice and why…. After all my countless hours of research I personally have chosen a BMW fgs. Her name is Lily after the best dog I have every know. Same color, same spunk, and same love for adventure and exploration. I narrowed it down to 3 motorcycles that fit what I was looking for. Kidding of course. However there is a reason that those two chose BMW, they are reliable. So far it has been my experience. The trip I took in the States with that bike was wonderful but when windy, which happened regularly, I would have to fight all day leaning just to keep it vertical. As well, I wanted something with a little more power to it. There is something to be said about powering past a a semi or RV up hill with just the bend of the wrist. The wont blow your hair back but it feels so stable when jamming at 80mph. On the road I had seen a million and one s and a handful of s. Once I discovered the I quickly fell in love with it. What I liked or like about it over the is simple really. One, it is simply smaller in size both engine but also just regular body mass. When I stood by the 12s my only thought was how big they were. The first thing I noticed was the giant gas tank that sat atop with two protruding piston heads sticking out the sides. Nothing wrong with that, I just simply wanted something a little more streamlined. The gas tank sits under the seat instead of on the top on the bike behind the handle bars. I loved the idea of the center of gravity being under my ass instead of in front at chest height. It also comes with engine guards, and pannier racks, and a bigger front fairing of plastic. I would like to be able to ride miles of tarmac, turn off at a fire road, and follow it till it ends. He told me to go with the standard It has less plastics to break and replace when dropped. He also suggested I could mount a Rotopax on the bike for an extra added gallon or two of gas. I am so happy I did! I love my bike. The feel of how it rides, the size of it, the way it handles and the look of it. Camel Tank: an added 1. Super simple and easy to install. No drilling in gas tank and siphons right out. Also the Camel Tank drains first and then your regular tank. This leave your hardwired gas gage reading true and untouched. Same key for the ignition and the panniers. I also like the hard style. When I drop the bike like an asshole in an empty parking lot they help protect it. More importantly for my travels, local or abroad, I wanted to be able to have everything completely lock up and secure. I bought a pair of Saddlemen lid organizers. Love them. I glued extra velcro to the organizers and the lids and they stay nice and snug. What is usually wasted space in the panniers is now full of my little needs like, head lamp, shit tickets, shaving kit, tent repair kit, paracord, etc. Rotopax: Originally this was bought and mounted for a 1gal gas can. I used it for a while and liked it but after discovering and using the Camel Tank I bought a Rotopax water can instead. Camping where I do and the way I do it is always nice to have a gallon of drinkable water the minute I hop off the bike at camp. Sargent World Sport Performance Seat: As most know when buying any bike the stock seat is usually so uncomfortable. I originally tried a comfort touring seat from Touratech but I did not like the feel of it nor the fit. I sat really far off the lines of the bike, looked weird and made me feel the guts under the seat were exposed to the elements. My Sargent seat fits perfectly and is very comfortable. Every ass is different so get one you like cause it will make your riding so much more enjoyable! One I mounted on the back right hand side of the back right pannier for my MSR stove fuel bottle. Fucking love it. I love not mixing the gas in with my sleeping stuff, food, electronics, etc.. I stopped using canister gas and stoves because outside of the states those onetime use canisters get pricey as opposed to a giant bottle of white gas. The combo works great. I mounted the other bottle older on the front left side of the left pannier. In this one, as of now, I put a water bottle. I use a 40 Hydroflask. Its nice to hop off the bike and have ice cold water on a degree day just a reach away. Either way I recommend the bottle holders. They free up space and help keep whatever it is separate from you equipment and clothes. They also pop off easily when not being used. The route after 2, miles, and 2 months. What I added… Camel Tank: an added 1. Newer Older.

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The view from our tiny wooden capsule room. Volcan Villarrica was beautiful to watch over the course of three days, changing as quickly as the sun and clouds would, and letting out steam whenever she cared to. She is one of the most active volcanos in Chile, and the day after we took this photo, we hiked to the top. Valdivia treated us to a Christmas dinner and German-Californian family. Madie and I prepare our dinner at the hostel, debating for too long whether we should climb the peak. Everyone there recommends it, and so does the Malbec, so after an early breakfast the next morning, we hop on a small shuttle to the base of a ski resort. We get dressed, put on heavy boots and start climbing, first in dirt, then snow. One slow step at a time. Plant the ice axe, lodge your left foot into the snow, lodge the right one, and repeat - for five long hours. Someone forgot to tell us a volcano only gets steeper the higher you climb. We start zig-zagging. The walk is long and arduous, and the air starts getting thin as we approach 2, meters. But looking over to the valley we see the literally breathtaking sight of the Andes. In a couple days, we will cross them again, amongst the many lakes of the Lagos Provincia region. But for now, we keep climbing, one step at a time. Slow and steady wins the race. After over 4 hours hiking uphill, our treat was to slide down almost 2. Madie was laughing the whole way down! The top is cold, windy, and gas masks are required for the occasional sulfur cloud blowing our way. I remember Kawah Ijen and my sore throat the following day. Madie peeks at the crater and sees lava spurting out. Madie will giggle for the next 45 minutes. Who can say they sled down a volcano? The dramatic scenery keeps us awake for the few hours of the ride. Another border crossing, this one ending on a dirt road of kilometers and long fields of bare trees. In the morning we make our way to Bariloche, finding a new hostel where Tonya awaits us. Grateful to have spent the holiday in such a warm place, and in the company of friends, old and new. New and old friends mingle, with the help of wine and BBQ lamb. Happy to celebrate the New Year with friends who will meet you on this side of the world, even on a whim. A view of Kawah Ijen's crater lake, known to be the largest acidic lake in the world. Our guide Anto said people still swim in the turquoise blue water. We wouldn't take that chance. A hot and humid 4-hour ride until we cross the narrow waters between Bali and Java on a slow ferry. Before we get there, though, we spend time roaming through the city. We walk through the small streets as the Muezzin sings the Adhan, 5-times daily call to worship. The locals are all nice and respectful, but the stares are long and now directed at Madie rather than me. At night, we eat our first Martabak, a most delicious dish, like a fried pancake filled with duck eggs, onions and your meat or vegetable of choice. The colors and late afternoon light were just right, making this place the perfect place to sit for a few minutes after our walk around town. Pepito helps us plan our hike up Kawah Ijen to see the blue flames and sunrise; we will charter with Catherine, another guest of the house for a cheaper group price. Kawah Ijen is an active volcano constantly spitting out sulfuric clouds - and sometimes, the wind is against you. At 1am we started our journey to see the Blue Fire, an ignited sulfuric blue gas visible at night at the site of a sulfur mine in the Ijen Crater. The journey starts with a foggy wake up at one in the morning and a bumpy hour jeep ride. It takes us a couple hours to reach the top; we walk carefully on a narrow rocky path down to the center of the crater, close to the source of the sulfur gas. The air stinks; the path is slippery and extremely steep. But the scenery is all the more breathtaking. The blue flashes we could see from the top become 3-meter tall fierce flames, created by immediate combustion of the sulfuric gasses meeting the oxygen-filled air; thankfully the wind is with us, pushing the menacing cloud away, so we get to come as close as the heat lets us. Some of the gases condense into liquid sulfur which continues to burn as it comes down the slope, creating a blue-like lava. A colorful mix of local guides, miners, and hikers at the ridge of the Kawah Ijen crater, with its sulfuric gas and acidic lake below. The wind brings a wave of acid cloud, immediately attacking violently my throats and lungs. For Rp per trip, they reduce their life by a decade or two to feed their family. Close to the gas cloud, ceramic pipes help speed up the cooling process, effectively harvesting sulfur. Unlike in Bali, volcanoes are not holy - they're a source of income. We climb back up and spend the sunrise looking over the crater and the green acid lake. The scenery is right out of an old star trek episode. My throat feels like the day after a rough night with friends at Shotwell. We're back from the hike at 8am, exhausted and amazed; we leave only an hour later on a six-hour train to Surabaya. We stocked up on snacks - meanwhile, Ramadan started. A little girl keeps smiling and playing with me on the train. We pass by the famous Mt. Comfort food is a contextual thing. Travel Blog. Who are we? What are we doing? Where are we going? View fullsize. Bariloche, Argentina In the morning we make our way to Bariloche, finding a new hostel where Tonya awaits us. Relieved to have a breath of fresh air at the ridge of Kawah Ijen. Read more about the blue flames on NatGeo. Should you be wary of the terrible gasses during the hike? Maybe so. We were quite lucky that the wind never really pushed the cloud our way. That said, a lot of the reading online is quite dramatic. After the fact, this was the best resource we found online. We took a bus from the Mengwi station, but the trip can also be started at the Ubung bus terminal. It cost us Rp Make sure never to buy bus tickets from the ticket station, which known to inflate prices. Hop on the bus and negotiate with the driver. The trip can also be arranged with an agency directly from Bali, but will take a full 24 hours if done in one shot see link above. Better to stop over in Banyuwangi at least for one night. If you do stop in Banyuwangi, make sure to check out our friend and owner of Pepito Guest House. Great rooms, free breakfast, good wifi, and cheap restaurants all around. Where to find the best Martabak in town? We just walk around and look for the deep frying pan.

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