I was laying up at the Viang after completing the hard rock summer tour with Jameson Raid. My curvaceous honey, Persephone the PRS, was looking sexy on the stand in the corner, taking a break from me.
Ork Pansa had passed and the mercury was dropping, it was time to hit the road. As the sun crossed the zenith, three pale riders booted their steeds into life. We roared out the Viang, dogs and cats scarpering for cover. We were headed for the mountains of Lanchang. We knew the trail would be tough, but our British (Indian) steel steeds were tougher.
The King’s men scanned our papers at the river, then the sen yai with the stripes added his moniker. Leaning back in his chair, he looked over his pince-nez and gave us a smile.
Truckers in line after the southwest run from China.
Morning prep over the river
In the land of the Beer Lao people
A smooth trail, the road to China
Not so smooth, the trail out east. A nail in rear boot delayed the game ten minutes. Easy fix on a QD rear classic steed.
Northern climes…. kooooooool.
Back of the guesthouse, this bird was hanging by a string round the neck, flapping away for 15 minutes before strangling to death. 10 minutes after this shot, it was plucked and ready for the pot.
Simple life
Concrete abodes haven’t arrived here yet
Strange brews…
Bee liquor anyone..?
The deer steak looked tough and boiled eel with fried salad wouldn’t fill our bellies, so we stuck with tried and trusted kuoay teaow
Old Luang Prabang was pretty as a postcard
Time to ride THE motorbike road of Asia; highway 13 south.
A bikers joy
Living the dream… incredible roads, wonderful scenery, perfect weather, great bikes….. what else do you really need….
Sobering weapons of destruction out east
Stone jars lying enigmatic on the plain
1000 years or so ago, the fruit of unknown peoples labours.
Brave and good people
Hydroelectric power…village style
Mother and daughter fashions - 21st century
The lovely lady clearly needed some help…. Mum and Dad weren’t sure we were doing it right….
The children of the chao kaow greet our arrival in town
Well off kiddies…. shoes, clothes and clean faces
A friendly roadhouse
Ohh…. those mountains
Landscapes of surrealism
Back on the plains, then back to the homeland.
Stats;
3 guys, 3 Enfield 500 Bullets, 3 x 1500 klms, 6 days, altitude 300–1500m, 1 flat tyre, 3 happy riders..........
:lol:
Ork Pansa had passed and the mercury was dropping, it was time to hit the road. As the sun crossed the zenith, three pale riders booted their steeds into life. We roared out the Viang, dogs and cats scarpering for cover. We were headed for the mountains of Lanchang. We knew the trail would be tough, but our British (Indian) steel steeds were tougher.
The King’s men scanned our papers at the river, then the sen yai with the stripes added his moniker. Leaning back in his chair, he looked over his pince-nez and gave us a smile.
Truckers in line after the southwest run from China.
Morning prep over the river
In the land of the Beer Lao people
A smooth trail, the road to China
Not so smooth, the trail out east. A nail in rear boot delayed the game ten minutes. Easy fix on a QD rear classic steed.
Northern climes…. kooooooool.
Back of the guesthouse, this bird was hanging by a string round the neck, flapping away for 15 minutes before strangling to death. 10 minutes after this shot, it was plucked and ready for the pot.
Simple life
Concrete abodes haven’t arrived here yet
Strange brews…
Bee liquor anyone..?
The deer steak looked tough and boiled eel with fried salad wouldn’t fill our bellies, so we stuck with tried and trusted kuoay teaow
Old Luang Prabang was pretty as a postcard
Time to ride THE motorbike road of Asia; highway 13 south.
A bikers joy
Living the dream… incredible roads, wonderful scenery, perfect weather, great bikes….. what else do you really need….
Sobering weapons of destruction out east
Stone jars lying enigmatic on the plain
1000 years or so ago, the fruit of unknown peoples labours.
Brave and good people
Hydroelectric power…village style
Mother and daughter fashions - 21st century
The lovely lady clearly needed some help…. Mum and Dad weren’t sure we were doing it right….
The children of the chao kaow greet our arrival in town
Well off kiddies…. shoes, clothes and clean faces
A friendly roadhouse
Ohh…. those mountains
Landscapes of surrealism
Back on the plains, then back to the homeland.
Stats;
3 guys, 3 Enfield 500 Bullets, 3 x 1500 klms, 6 days, altitude 300–1500m, 1 flat tyre, 3 happy riders..........
:lol:
