From Kazakhstan to Paris, with Mexico, DC, Sacramento and Los Angeles in between.
We’ve been on lots of trips, but this has been like no other. We flew the equivalent of 1 ½ times around the world, from the warmth of the Coral Sea to the howling winds of Mongolia. From the sweet sophistication and beauty of Sydney, to the stark grandeur of Kazakhstan’s new capital city, Nur-Sultan. We’ve walked the streets of the almost tiny Ulaan Baatar’s 1 ½ million people to Beijings’s 20+ million people and everything in between. We dived on the Great Barrier Reef, 75kms off the Australian Coast, and ridden camels in the Gobi desert eight plus hours from “civilization.” We’ve conducted an “intimate” workshop among 50 people and spoke at global events with thousands of attendees in Central Asia and China. We’ve talked Big Data, big vision, the impact of the One Road, One Belt initiative on Central Asia and the nuts and bolts of how to build companies.
We’ve had to buy extra shorts because it was too hot and parkas because it was too cold. We’ve sipped lattes watching the sun rise over Australia and gulped hot coffee shivering on a stool outside a ger on the Mongolian Steppes. We’ve slept in cozy boutique hotels, in gigantic conference palaces, on a cot in a ger and in a flea-bag hotel down an alley next to Beijing’s airport. Along the way Karen fell in love with all-things-Koala (as in the little furry animals); I saw my first giraffe up close and personal; we were just feet away from the most feared animal in the Daintree Rain Forest – the guerilla-sized Cassowary bird; and in China Karen was warned not to make eye contact with the monkeys because they can become vicious.
If you have a bit of time, grab a glass of wine, settle in, and come along on this trip. It’s five in the morning, I have plenty of time, we’re in Row 59 of 60 conveniently located next door to the head, and just about to cross over the most eastern tip of Russia to Alaska.
Where to begin?
We didn’t know where we were going when we started. It just kind of unfolded as we went along. I know this sounds crazy for a 13 flight, 35-day, two business conference trip, but it’s the truth. When we got on our first flight to Sydney, we didn’t realize we would have twelve more flights to catch, none of which were booked yet. Things changed and morphed so often that we almost never knew where we would be staying more than two days out. I took care of the flights and business stuff, Karen took care of lodgings, eateries and entertainment.
Our “Itinerary” eventually unfolded to this:
- Fly to San Francisco, then catch a flight To Sydney
- Spend a couple of days in Sydney, then
- Fly to Brisbane for a week of business workshops
- Fly north to Cairns, gateway to the coast along the Great Barrier Reef
- Rent a car, drive further north to Port Arthur for a couple of days. Swim on the reef, trek through a rain forest
- Drive to Palm Cove and just hang in one of the most beautiful beach towns we’ve ever come by
- Drive back to Cairns, fly back to Brisbane, catch a flight to Abu Dahbi, and another to Nur-Sultan, Kazakhstan (all in one day)
- Speak at the Astana Economic Forum and see a bit of Nur-Sultan.
- Jump a plane to Beijing, miss our flight, spend a night in Beijing, then fly to Ulaan Baatar, Mongolia the next day
- Hop in a Russian knock-off of a VW van and drive 8 hours west into the Mongolian steppes.
- Spend two nights staying with two different families in Mongolian yurts (called gers)
- Drive back another 8 hours, spend the night in Mongolia’s capital, Ulaan Baatar.
- Next day, catch a flight back to Beijing, then meet up with the “Silicon Valley Talks to Big Data Valley” business delegation I’m joining, and all of us fly to Guiyang, China. After 2/12 hours on one of the worst flights we’ve been on, we get to our Guiyang hotel at 2AM.
- Next morning we’re off to the Big Data Expo and do a panel discussion, some interviews and various other events.
- Have one free night to explore Guiyang and to my utter disbelief, I actually loved this Tier 4 City of 5M people.
- At 4:30 this morning we begin the 24+hour sojourn home
- 35 days, 37,000 miles, 13 flights, 10 airports, four countries, and nine cities.
- Modes of transportation: plane, subway, catamaran, bus, car, camper van, ferry, camel and a horse
No matter what type of government or place, the rich and powerful live differently than you and me. There can be a pretty stark difference when traveling. One gets a flavor of what it’s like when you’re treated like a VIP in Kazakhstan or China. In China, we went to an entire “VIP Wing” of the airport where we lounged in a comfortable room (there were about a dozen of these rooms) while visas, boarding passes, luggage, etc. were handled. In Kazakhstan, we had similar treatment, never having to worry about transportation or travel arrangements of any kind.
This pampering contrasted sharply with the more normal brutal experience of long distance travel. In Beijing’s airport it took us THREE HOURS just to check in and get through all the various immigration, security check(s), customs, etc. We were lucky to have five hours between connecting flights as we needed most of it. In a previous flight to Beijing, we missed our connection out of Beijing to Ulaan Baatar. We had to stay in a dirty, stained-carpet, brown-water-out-of the-tap kind of hotel down a back alley close to the airport. I think we had three 24hr+ travel days that were so long we couldn’t remember where we had started that morning. We also broke a record of more than a dozen “fasten your seat belt” notifications on a single flight that was constantly rocking and rolling from Beijing to Los Angeles.
But, as they say, if you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen. Good, bad, ugly and horrible coincide with the great, breathtakingly beautiful, and the wondrous that is long distance travel. We had no major mishaps, we lost nothing important, we made all of our meetings, and walked away from every flight.
We’ll be ready to go again, soon.
The Cliff Notes Version: Go. Beautiful, clean, friendly, the most “like us” place we went, high standard of living and quality of life. It’s all about the outdoors, whether “the bush,” the beaches or the Great Barrier Reef. Sydney is one of the most beautiful cities I’ve been to (physically reminds me of SF). Write this down: Palm Cove, north of Cairns. It’s just a great little beach town.
What We Did: Sydney Zoo, traipse around Sydney, toured the Sydney Opera House, watched a Memorial Day parade, went to the Great Barrier Reef, took a tour in the Daintree Rainforest, went to a immaculately preserved mining town from the 1800s, various animal sanctuaries, swam in the ocean, a rain forest river and a pool. Goes without saying we hit lots of bars and restaurants
The Great Barrier Reef (GBR). The GBR is north of Brisbane along hundreds of miles of coast and is THE place to go. We took a catamaran from Port Douglas 75 kilometers to a part of the reef where this company had a giant pontoon boat anchored. Think beautiful ocean, snorkeling, bars and food. Spent an entire day along with 300 of our closest friends snorkeling and “ocean walking.” No question though, the GBR is in trouble. Rather than a cascade of underwater colors we all see in pictures, it is gradually turning brown, then bleached white as it slowly dies. Yes, its all about the water temperature and climate change. Yet, snorkeling over the GBR for a couple of hours is my most vivid memory of the trip. It was an out of body experience that I will never forget.
Animals: Seeing lots of animals has never been on my list of great things to do; seeing lots of animals is one of Karen’s favorite things to do. Guess what happened? Within 24 hours of landing in Sydney, we had hit its world-renowned zoo. Karen fell head over heals for the fuzzy little Koala bears. It was my first time seeing a giraffe up close and personal. The tigers just kind of looked at you wondering which one of us was for dinner. Kangaroos. Wallabies. Tasmanian Devils, and on and on and on. A couple of days later we were gliding down a river in the Daintree Rain Forest looking for crocodiles, which we found plenty of (KR even went to a Croc ranch). I’ve never been to so many animal sanctuaries in my life: butterflies, said Koalas, rain forest animals, etc., etc. By the time we left Australia, I was thinking of starting an Animal Picture Book.
Cairns, Port Douglas and Palm Cove. These are all beach towns along the north Queensland coast. All can get you to the GBR. I hated our one day and two nights in Cairns. Couldn’t find a decent bar or restaurant. Tourist Trap. Port Douglas is a wonderful little village that is probably the main jumping off point for the GBR. Very charming. Maybe a dozen or so of restaurants. Served as our headquarters while seeing everything. Palm Cove. Literally, the minute I stepped out of our car I knew I loved this place. Tiny. Right on the beach. Palms blowing in the wind. Swimming. IF we ever get back to Australia, I’m going back to Palm Cove. I wanted to stay two weeks, not two days.
Why/Where/What is it. It’s in the part of the world called Central Asia. Think all of the countries between Russia and China and you’ll get the general idea. Kazakhstan was a Soviet controlled country until the collapse of the USSR in ’90. Now it’s an independent country with strong cultural and business ties to Russia. Nur-Sultan is the capital created just 20 years ago in the northern part of Kazakhstan. Recently changed its name from Astana to Nur-Sultan, after the “First President” who is still the only President. I was invited to speak on a panel at the Astana Economic Forum about “Building Innovation Ecosystems. The AEF takes place at the 2017 Expo park built in 2017 to house a world expo that attracted more than 100 countries. It’s a truly spectacular place, built on a grand scale with some of the most stunning architecture I’ve ever seen. Unfortunately, it’s on the outskirts of Nur-Sultan with nothing in walking distance but a US-style mall. Nur-Sultan is one of the two coldest capital cities on earth. Temperatures get down to -30F with 50 mph winds in the winter. BTW, the other coldest capital city is Ulaan Baatar, our next stop: )
The People/Culture: Aside from looking different from Karen and I, most everything else was relatable. People in every city (towns are another story) dress pretty much the same, they buy the same (American) branded merchandise, and do the same things. Babies cry. Girls giggle. Boys run around. Boyfriend and girlfriend hold hands. Families take selfies. While many of the restaurants looked the same, the food was something other-worldly as I had my first piece of Horse Meat and sipped some Camel’s milk. It’s reassuring to know that one can get a Corona almost everywhere: )
The Physical Place: We only saw parts of the 20-year new capital in the northern part of Kazakhstan, which is in the middle of the Kazakhstan steppes. Weather changed pretty rapidly from 35ish to 65ish in 24 hours. It’s the wind however that makes the biggest impression. Even in the summer, the plane was rocking and rolling on our approach to Nur-Sultan.
There is a “grand vision” nature to all the architecture we saw. Buildings are built for scale, huge in size and shape. Style is hard to describe, something between over-the-top Vegas and Eurasian. Even in early summer, there isn’t much green yet around. The one exception to all of this is… a shopping mall which looks and feels like a shopping mall anywhere.
Since we had three days between the end of Kazakhstan and the beginning of the Chinese leg, we thought we’d see what Mongolia’s like. After all, it was half way…
The Cliff Notes Version: We flew into Mongolia’s capital, Ulaan Baatar in the upper eastern part of the country, hired a guide and driver, and then proceeded to spend the next two and a half days going west into the Mongolian steppes and Gobi desert. We spent two nights with two different families sleeping in Mongolian gers. We rode camels, horses, and had a cocktail sitting next to a goat. We watched a real Mongolian BBQ get cooked and huddled around a cup of coffee sitting out side in the “brisk” Mongolian morning. We learned about Genghis Khan and how Mongolia dominated the world around 1200 BC. We spent our last night in Ulaan Baatar doing what tourists do — shopping.
The Nomads and Herders of Mongolia: By far and away the most amazing thing was to experience/see how most Mongolians outside the city live. They are called nomads for a reason. The easiest way to describe them is to understand that they aren’t farmers or ranchers in our sense of the word, but rather “herders.” Most have up to five different herds of animals — goats, cows, horses, sheep, camels for example — and no fenced in land to graze. Instead, they “herd” each type of animal throughout each day, moving from one pasture to another. They do this on horseback and (the younger generation) on motorcycles with the help of a dog. It starts at sunrise and goes on past sunset.
They’re nomadic because they literally move their gers each season. They plan these moves very carefully, relocating to particular pastures for specific reasons. They usually have a winter place that has a more permanent structure for the family and animals, still primitive.
A typical family (BTW, that means the extended family of mom, dad, grandparents, brothers, grandkids) might have 2-3 gers, a small Russian truck, a motorcycle, and all the things that might go in them. They can put up a ger and fully furnish it in one hour, which seems impossible when you see how they’re constructed and what’s inside one. Each ger has a couple of hard cots, a stove in the center, a couple of wooden dressers to store stuff, plastic table and chairs to eat and sit at, and…. a flat screen TV which is powered by a couple of solar panels stuck in the ground with a couple of wires running to a car battery inside.
There is no running water, no indoor plumbing, no “trash collection,” etc. Everything is carried in, grown, harvested or carried out. Usually in the truck, motorcycle or horse.
As you would expect, mom takes care of the food and house, dad, grand dad and son take care of the animals. If they have breakfast, its very very early in the morning before starting to move the herds. Dinner takes place around 6 or 7, after which they prepare the animals for night. During the night one can hear lots of conversation and laughing. Vodka is the preferred drink.
While the herder life wouldn’t be characterized as civilized by those of us living in cities, especially cities in the West, I’m not so sure it is not civilized in the usual meaning. These folks have a close relationship with each other, the land and their animals. They eat what they grow or can find. There isn’t a lot of time for things that aren’t work related, but once again, they seem to be a happy bunch. No one punches a clock, no one take orders, no one has the stress of a deadline.
The Cliff Notes Version. I was asked to speak on a panel at China’s largest Big Data conference on the future of work and cities, all of which I know little or nothing about. Who was it that said, “Often wrong, but never in doubt”? That’s my motto in these situations: ) Anyway, I was a part of the “Silicon Valley in Dialog with Data Valley” delegation to this conference in Guiyang, China, which is a rather small (5M) 3rd or 4th Tier City in Southwest China. It was a hit and run kind of event since we literally flew in at 2AM on Saturday and flew out at 7AM on Monday.
The group included entrepreneurs, futurists and forward-thinking folks from government and business. It turned out to be a really good group, we did a couple of really interesting panel discussions and had a fun time exploring Guiyang on the last night. Even though they were from Germany, SF and LA, we all kind of clicked.
Guiyang and China:. I have very conflicted feelings about China and the Chinese folks I’ve met. I’ve been to China 2-3 times previously, but only to the Tier 1 cities of Beijing, Shanghai and Hong Kong. While Hong Kong is pretty and interesting, I’m not too enamored with Beijing and Shanghai, mostly because of the depressing pollution and the always-present oversight of the Chinese government. Everything about China’s government is pretty antithetical to us Americans. But, that’s probably MY problem as most of the Chinese people I see and interact with seem pretty happy. This is a much longer discussion for a different time, so let’s just say that much of China’s way of governing isn’t for me.
So it was pretty surprising when I fell in love with the city of Guiyang! It’s mountainous, green, has at least one river running through it, and is pretty interesting architecture wise. Its the first night out that I’ve had in China that I wasn’t totally aware that we were in China. It seemed like just another city in some part of the world where the language and visual sightings were different, but the rest felt comfortable. I tried more “real” Chinese food this trip than in all my previous trips combined and liked most of it. I even saw KR try a piece or two:)
Congratulations if you’ve made it this far! You’re probably as tired as we were.
Until the next time.
This holiday season we were both south of the border and south of freezing temperatures in Mexico and New Mexico. It was fun in both environs.
Warning: this post covers almost six months, so its a bit long. Skip to the pics if you want a scan.
This is how we spent the second half of 2018: We took four RV trips, I gave four speeches at a m/c rally, attended a climate summit in SF, took two train trips, flew to PV a couple of times, went to Pakistan for the first time, I worked with the Trump Administration and to top it all off – I go under the knife for a 4 1/2 hour surgery.
One of our pleasant surprises of the second half is we use Thor (25 ft Class B RV) much more often than we expected and in a totally different way. We bought it for long, meandering trips as well as a second bedroom in PV. But most of our trips have turned out to be short stints to beaches and lakes in which Bogart and Squirt can run free. We’ve made a “Thor Weekend” really Plug & Play as we can be packed and ready to go in under an hour. There’s an RV park on a beach 45 minutes from downtown LA.. We go there most often despite being directly beneath LAX’s runways and across the street from a huge sewage treatment plan and oil refinery:)
Going to Pakistan wasn’t on my bucket list. The Taliban. Radical Islam. Osama bin Laden and the land of the Burka sums up what I knew of Pakistan before getting the invitation to speak at the 021Disrupt conference in Karachi, Pakistan’s largest city. I could only stay 3 1/2 days, so KR didn’t come along.
Let me cut to the chase. Here’s what I encountered in Karachi.
- I continue to be surprised that there are young, enthusiastic entrepreneurs in most emerging countries and Pakistan is no different. The 021Disrupt conference drew 500+ entrepreneurs, students, and investors. I met with a great many very fine young people who were all earnestly trying to build a company. But, like most every other developing nation, Pakistan’s entrepreneurs have little support from government, businesses, investors, universities and other stakeholders. It’s this “ecosystem” that accelerates innovation in developed nations.
- Pakistan is country of paradoxes for an American entrepreneur. First, the country was created specifically so that Muslims could live the life that their religion specifies. This is not just a country that has a Muslim population, its a country that was created for them. It’s a country which is tightly controlled by its federal government and military. Yet, I didn’t see a country that looked 100% traditional Muslim. At least at the events I went to — diplomatic, entrepreneurial, academic, social — there was a mix of traditional and Western dress by both the women and men. The women I spoke with were smart, articulate and independent. Net net, it felt comfortable. I discovered to my surprise that no alcohol is served anywhere except private clubs and only available for sale in black market stores.
- I was more aware of security in Pakistan than any country I’ve been to. It wasn’t blatant, no armed soldiers on street corners and in hotel lobbies as in Ethiopia. No, it was a serious consideration whenever outside the hotel. For the first time, I learned what US Green Zones, Yellow Zones or Red Zones meant. Green = an American government employee on station can go there anytime without permission. Yellow = an American can go with the permission of their immediate boss. Red= an American only can go with the permission of the Ambassador. This was the first time I’d been to a Red Zone. Yet, it was pretty heartening to listen to Pakistani government officials at a lunch meeting discuss the causes — and potential solutions — of radicalism in a realistic, long-term way. There was no white-washing.
- Physically, Karachi is a lot like Mumbai or Delhi. At 20+ million people, all three cities are of similar size. Karachi looks a lot like India, except possibly less depressing, slightly less garbage, with more cars vs Tuk Tuks. Karachi is located in a desert — it gets 2 days of rain each year! There doesn’t appear to be a lot of infrastructure (sidewalks and things like that) and like Delhi, it doesn’t feel like a walking city compared to Mumbai.
- Finally, Pakistan provides a real-life prism into the immigration issue. Pakistan is one of the biggest supporters of radical Islam and supports terrorism against the US in Afghanistan. Its one of the last countries I’d want someone immigrating from. Yet, the young entrepreneurs I met would be welcome additions to our country. All you have to do is look into the eyes of a young Pakistani who visited US once, thinks its a magical place, and desperately wants live here to know what “I want to escape a bad place for the opportunity of America” looks like. Go figure.
On a lighter note, KR and I went to the annual Horizons Unlimited meeting of motorcycle adventurers in Mariposa, California this September. Its a three day event filled with training sessions, war stories, how-to sessions sprinkled around meals with fellow motorcyclists. We all camped in tents at the county fair grounds. We spent five days to and from the meeting, riding around California’s gold country. I was asked to make four — count’m four — presentations: “How to go to the Isle of Man TT races”, a travelogue of our two trips through Europe, unusual places to ride in California, and how to “rewire” your life for travel. While I was sure the last one would be the least popular, it was actually the most popular and generated the most interaction. Apparently getting one’s life under control in order to pursue your passion is a pretty important subject no matter the passion..
I finally got the chance to take the Amtrak train down the coast to San Diego and then north to San Luis Obispo. It was unique mode of transportation from our norm and I highly recommend it. The view is great, not worrying about the drive was terrific, the food was acceptable, and it made for great scenery — inside and outside the coach. If any of you are contemplating this trip, email me and I’ll give you some pointers.
I’m writing this post from bed two weeks after going through a 4 1/2 surgery to resection my colon. Basically, they cut a six inch section out and re-attached the ends. It’s been quite an experience that I’m glad to have come through fine. I have one peace of advice for everyone reading this over the age of 50 – get a colonoscopy now if you haven’t had one for a year. It saved my life.
OK, enough with the words, here’s what all of this looked like in pictures.
That’s it for now. I’ll try to write more often.
PS: One fun fact for 2018: We took 18 trips this year, which is the fewest number in the last four years. We’re at 42 countries and counting. We need to pick up the pace : )
Trying to start a company isn’t for the weak-kneed. I’ve tried eleven times so far, with NGIN being No. 12. Measured by money, and most would argue there’s no other measurement worth calculating, only one of them has made a lot of it. Two of them have been truly special places to work, having a lasting effect on all of us. Just one of them has might make a lasting impact on something greater than those who have worked there.
Building companies is a young man’s (and woman’s) game as only they have the energy and are blind to the risks. Being resilient is essential if you’re going to push through the daily set-backs. “Peaks and valleys” is too kind of a phrase to describe what its like. There is nothing remotely valley-ish about the life-changing, gut-wrenching consequences of the failures that inevitably happen. Nor does peaks describe the pure, unadulterated joy of succeeding, even for a moment.
Which brings us back to No. 12 — NGIN. I’m old enough to know the chances of success are low and the risks of failure (it will be expensive). I get exhausted quicker and it takes longer to recover. I’ve already had too many “What the f__k am I doing?” sessions while nursing a screwdriver and ruminating over some lost opportunity. Geez, who needs this?
Well, that’s the rub because I think the whole world needs what NGIN is trying to accomplish. I keep thinking that if we can build a global innovation ecosystem, we can slow climate change, help the poor, and spread the entrepreneurial spirit. The other part of the answer to “who needs this?” is apparently, reluctantly, sheepishly — me, I need to be doing something that’s challenging. So, we’re going to run at this pretty hard and see where it goes.
Which brings us to the last 26 days as KR and I have been traipsing through Europe looking for funding for NGIN. This is not an academic exercise as NGIN has at best a couple of thousand dollars in the bank and isn’t paying its team of three much of anything but the satisfaction of knowing we’re doing something “good.” NGIN runs out of money in September.
When we got on the plane to DC, I only had a vague notion of a plan. I was going to go to as many conferences, speak on every panel I could find, talk to as many potential sources of funding that I could corner, and come up with as many fundable ideas as I could. Basically, the plan was to hustle, just like FMIG or LACI or whatever else I’ve done.
Twenty-six days, seven cities, seven countries, six plane rides, two train rides, dozens of Ubers, a bus ride or two, miles and miles of walking, five conferences, three speeches, and 26+ meetings later… I still don’t know if I found us some money. That’s just the way these things roll, you never know until you know.
Yet, I’m f___king proud that I found three real, serious (as in $100M serious) chances to get NGIN funded. I did what I set out and now its time to drag one of these over the finish line. The biggest thing we accomplished was giving us some hope that we have a chance.
We moved around like we were on the run from the law, never staying in one place very long and changing our mode of transportation constantly. We packed light (considering those 26 meetings), got conversant in the language of trains, subways, trams, taxis et al – all of which were in something other than English, and learned to not unpack if not needed. We ate well, drank at will, crammed in as much prowling around as we could, and met tons of nice people. Note to self: scrambling around Europe is a lot nicer than scrambling around India or China.
There were lots of firsts on this trip. Of the seven cities/countries we went to, four countries (Austria, Hungary, Denmark and Finland) and five cities (Vienna, Budapest, Malmö, Copenhagen, and Helsinki) were new. I’d never packed for a twenty-six day BUSINESS trip, with suits, ties, shirts, et. al in sufficient quantity to look fresh at every meeting. I’ve never made a pitch for a $100M program in a train station before and I’ll remember Malmö’s train station for a while.
We went to our first Mozart concert in a marvelous Vienna theater. We went to our first bar in a converted canal control tower in Copenhagen (and it was a non profit too!). Speaking about bars, we went to our first “Ruins Bar” in Budapest and the “First American Bar” in Vienna. The most unexpected great meal, of many great meals, was a Swedish restaurant tucked in a shopping mall in the party district of old Budapest.
Being an AirBnB guest rather than as our normal role as a host was new as well. It’s not an accident that KR gets lots of great reviews for Corona Adobe as our guests get treated to a whole other level than we generally experienced. Finally, we did not lose one item, although we might have come close a couple of times. KR and I have a workable “have we got everything” and “always look back” routine.
Here’s the speed dating version of our trip
- DC, Vienna, Budapest, Malmö, Copenhagen, Helsinki, and London (in that order)
- Vienna was regal, pretty, clean, well-organized, a bit formal, the locals were kind of cold and there were a ton of tourists even in May. Probably not our favorite place.
- Budapest was gorgeous, both physically and architecturally, it looked lived in, has a great vibe, faster paced, and the Danube is, well the Danube. Definitely on the return list.
- Malmö was, well, Swedish. The land of IKEA architecture, clean lines, homogeneous people, lots and lots of runners and bikers, and is worth a half day to see (we were there two). Everyone was outside as it was warm and sunny in May, a phenomena not usually experienced, if at all, until July.
- Copenhagen rivaled Budapest for beauty and KR would argue it was prettier. Canals, charming neighborhoods, the first rush hour traffic jam of bicyclists I’ve seen, people were edgier (there were five tattoo parlors on our little street). Ditto for the sunshine impact – the canals and cafes were lined with sunbathers.
- Budapest was the easiest on the pocketbook, bordering on inexpensive. Copenhagen was by far the worst, followed closely by Helsinki. Copenhagen is so expensive that I wouldn’t go back for that reason alone.
- All the Nordic countries are clean, modern, pleasant and white. I’m not talking about snow. Only “service” people were a different shade, and the number of African Americans we saw on this whole trip could be counted on both hands.
- If you want to see what a city looks like whose primary mode of transportation are bicycles, go to Copenhagen. Everyone rides, in all manner of dress, in all directions, all the time. Maybe its because there’s a 150% tax on new cars. I wonder what it looks like in mid-March when it gets dark at 3:00PM and its snowing?
- All of Europe, and especially the Nordic countries, were celebrating truly spectacular weather for May. We only had a day or two of rain, the rest was great. We love traveling in May as it’s a “shoulder” month in which prices are still not the high season and you can get lucky with the weather.
Here’s what our twenty six days looked like in pictures:
Two factors drive FW’s Trip-O-Meter’s index: Are we going to someplace interesting, different and far away? And are we getting there on something with wheels (e.g. motorcycle, then RV, then car, etc.). Our current trip scored about a going-in “6” as it included twelve days on the motorcycle (a very good thing) but we were going north in California on a route that I’ve been on before. What’s far away about another California trip?
For the answer, go to a place called Sawyer’s Bar Bar (it’s a town, not a bar). Located deep in the Klamath Forest, packed along side the Salmon river, its one of the remotest places we’ve been to regardless of continent. Easily three plus hours to the nearest store of any kind (in a town called Forks on Salmon — no kidding), down a gravel road that requires 100% concentration to avoid pot holes, cliffs and said river, it reminded one of the West Coast version of Deliverance. What makes it all the more other-worldly is that Sawyer’s Bar Bar residents are still in the 21st century: trucks, indoor plumbing, off-the-grid electricity, etc. Why would anyone want to live so far-out, yet still enjoy the perks of the civilized world? My only conclusion is that they love animals more than people:)
Another rather remote place is the “Lost Coast” area just south of Eureka. While it doesn’t have the Deliverance feel, its remote and foreboding. Walk along the beach, with the slightly-below gale force wind and gray skies, and you shiver thinking about being in any kind of boat out there. We camped along the beach at a campground that had more warning signs about various dangers (from bears to tsunami) than most army bases. It’s also about two hours away from any civilization, in this instance Garberville.
Garberville is in another world, namely the Hippies of the 60’s. Located in Humboldt county, Weed Capital of the US, Garberville is all tie-died shirts and dresses. Just like the ’60s, there are a lot of street kids looking for their next high, either pharmaceutically-induced or other wise. Garberville and other Humboldt towns are undergoing a major economic change as California moves toward legalized pot. Among other things, this is causing a severe housing shortage as most homes are being used as grow-houses. I’m not making this stuff up:) Try buying a shack in Humboldt and it will cost as much as our house in Hollywood.
We tend to meet the nicest people in local bars, which probably says too much about us and how we travel:) Maybe its because we look like we need some help after a long days ride? A bartender in Chester clued us in on which roads to take to Mt. Shasta. It was fascinating to listen to him explain why on earth he made the move from LA to Chester. After listening to him describe the wonders of Chester (population is in the hundreds) I was thinking of making the move myself:) We had a great chat with some fellow bikers in Garberville and learned about a guy who’s criss-crossed the U.S. numerous times on a quad pulling a trailer, mostly on dirt roads! He almost convinced me that pulling a trailer with NVII isn’t a big deal.
After 2100+ miles and 12 nights, we’re ready to get home and do the complete opposite – get back on the road again:) We miss the Dos Diablos (Squirt and Bogart) and I can tell that KR is getting tired of moving every day. Factory Place here we come. We also talked about going to Central America/Columbia/Ecuador/Peru after the first of the year. Admittedly we had this conversation after a couple of drinks.
Here’s what this trip looked like.
I’m leaving for China tomorrow with Gov. Brown (well, we’ll be in the same conference:). Somebody has to pick up the leadership mantel for saving our environment now that Washington DC has abdicated. California is stepping forward as its the perfect case study for countering alternative facts: we have the most regulations regarding pollution and carbon emission yet our economy is growing much faster than the national average. The single largest factory in California — employing more people than any other — is the one I stopped on the way home:)
I’ll let you know how it goes.
I don’t know where to start after being away for seven months. There are so many high and low-lights that its tough to figure out how to put a theme around them. Maybe its just that we continue to live an interesting life? One of contrasts, unpredictability, playing hard, working harder, and traveling by almost every means imaginable which now includes a few yards on the back of a camel:)
Here’s a speed dating summary of the last half of 2016
- Lots of travel — twelve trips in the past six months to India, Africa, the East Coast and Mexico. You know something is weird when you know which terminals to avoid at Heathrow and where the best lounges are at most of the airports we hit.
- Two huge events for LACI — the Grand Opening of the new 60,000 sq. foot La Kretz Innovation Campus and the less than grand election on November 8th. Both will shape LACI for years to come. I won’t be going back to DC any time soon.
- 2016 will be LACI’s best year as measured by almost any metric: we’ve grown the number of companies we serve by 40%, the number of jobs created by 70%, the long term economic value we’ve generate by 40%, and the size of the NGIN network to 20 members in nine countries. Our 2016 budget is 8X the budget we started with five years ago.
- “El Diablo” — aka Bogart — has driven KR to the edge of sanity, forcing us to put him through a two week intensive training session. The result; the family has a leadership problem. No s__t!
- Our Mexico places –the Corona Adobe and Little Big Sur — continue to draw guests from near and far. KR has turned into the Innkeeper with the Most-est and our 2016 rental revenue is 2X that of 2015. Onward and upward!
- Life in the Arts District continues to get more and more interesting. The addition of a scooter, a 2006 Aprila Scarabeo, has made getting around really interesting. New establishments are popping up almost daily. The retail complex around the corner under construction has applied for 17 liquor licenses. Yaahhh boy! Our 800 sq. ft. loft continues to work as USA central the Walti clan.
- We’re finally starting to use Thor, our 2016 Leisure Travel Van “Libero RV, after about a year of sitting in the parking lot. As with any of our travel vehicles, we’re in the process of figuring out how to configure it to our liking. Not surprising, we need more electrical power!
Well, those are the headlines. Feel free to close this up or to skip down to the pictures now. For those of you who want more color commentary, I’m here to serve, so read on:)
In the seven months since we last wrote after coming back from Spain, Morocco and Ethiopia, we’ve traveled to India, Egypt, Mexico, the East Coast, and Northern California.
This was our third trip to India and the second speaking tour for the State Department I’ve done. We covered four cities in about ten days. I did 25+ speeches/meetings in Delhi, Chandigarh, Indore and Hyderabad.
It was the first trip that KR and I didn’t venture out of the hotel often except for business! Part of this was because two of the hotels we stayed in were absolutely fabulous. Part of it was getting in sync with a time zone 15 hours ahead of Los Angeles. But the real reason was laying around in bed all day, half way around the world, is the only way I can get away and relax. When was the last time you just hung around in bed for an entire day? Exactly my point:)
I’m still conflicted about India. We got out of just the mega cities of Delhi and Mumbai this trip to the North and the Central parts of India. Hyderabad, in the south central region, is a tech boom town in which all the major multinational companies have huge presences. It’s a go-go entrepreneurial hub, strewn across rocky hills and spread out for mile and miles. I was never in a car less than 90 minutes to any meeting as the traffic was so bad.
Yet, unless you’re rich, India just isn’t that attractive of a place. 800 million people or so mean there’s just a mass of humanity, their trash, their houses, their vehicles, their animals, and their shops every which way. The rivers are polluted. The country can’t really feed all its population and still has 300 million people (the size of the US) without access to electricity. The idea of sidewalks and parks aren’t really on the agenda anytime soon.
I hold hope that we’ve not seen the “good stuff” yet:) KR has pretty much given up and doesn’t care to go back. Maybe that’s why we didn’t get out of the hotel much:)
Cairo was a whole different deal. I liked the vibe immediately. The city is much more interesting visually, it’s much older and has the advantage of being split down the center by the Nile, which we got to sail on by the way. The architecture is interesting, at least in the upper scale part of town that most foreigners hang. The streets are full of cars with the occasional motorcycle, which is pretty much the opposite of India’s cities.
No surprise, most of the perceptions that we Westerners have about Egypt, Muslims and the MENA region aren’t true. The US government is mightily mistrusted by most Egyptians that would speak about it. Even those people who were living in or working for US companies, felt that our history in the Middle East was horrible. We were/are only looking out for our own self interests. I’m not sure this can be fixed…
KR and I spoke with the young woman who served as our guide and for the first time I got an explanation of the Muslim religion that wasn’t scary or angry or intimidating. And while I’m not a religious guy, I could understand how she felt and had empathy. We could live next door to each other without thinking twice.
We’ve gone to a number of far-flung countries in search of business. I’ve met with probably a hundred groups in the last 12 moths and no matter if its Ethiopia (which makes Mexico feel like a 21st century country) or India or Egypt or Morocco or Spain or… there is one surprising commonality: entrepreneurship is alive and well, even in the most desperate lands. Young people are excited about starting companies, about creating new products, about using innovation to solve their countries problems. It can’t help but give folks like me hope for the future and a bounce in my step.
A big part of travel is having the right mode of transportation:) To date, our stable includes (by length of ownership):
- The Iron Duke (’96 Jeep Grand Cherokee): This is the Mexican equivalent of the New Yorker’s “station car.” 162,000 miles strong, its role is to carry Karen, the dogs, our guests, friends and assorted neighbors around Puerto Vallarta and environs carrying as much stuff as can be crammed in. Usually twice a year it makes the 1,500 mile trip to/from PV to Los Angeles. Karen hates the Iron Duke because she has to drive it. I love the Duke because he can’t be hurt. Who cares if someone puts a new crease in his side door?
- The Bullet (’01 Jaguar XKR Silverstone). The Bullet is now the LA version of the Duke. He wasn’t always that way as he started out as a mint-condition-not-a-scratch-to-be-seen exotic sports car, before he encountered the streets of downtown Los Angeles… After fifteen years, he only has 72,000 miles since the distance from front door to front office door is 2-3 blocks.
- Now Voyager II (2014 BMW 1200 GS motorcycle): The vehicular love of my life, NV II is KR and my Adventure Vehicle to far away places. NV II has an unusual combination of space-age technology with tractor-like reliability. It’s simply the best motorcycle I’ve ever owned. This is beyond surprising given that NV I (another BMW) was the worst, most unreliable motorcycle I’ve ever owned. NV II meets our thirst for adventure the freedom of motorcycling. NVII has already been to the UK, IOM, France, Germany, Spain, Italy, Switzerland, Morocco, Luxembourg, Belgium and Monaco. He’s barely broken in:)
- Thor (’16 Leisure Travel Vans Libero): Thor is a mini RV that KR calls our little jewel box. Prime function of Thor is to take ALL FOUR OF US to far away places, but mainly places in North America. Thor is a small, but fully functional, Class C+ RV that has excellent interior finishes. Fully functional means: bed, toilet, shower, kitchen, refrigerator on-board power, satellite TV, dining room table and enough storage that includes a small closet. Thor is still a work in progress relative to outfitting, but has a big future.
- Rover (’06 Aprilla Scarabeo motor scooter): Newest member of the family, Rover’s job is to be the local get-about when we’re roaming in Thor. Rover sits on a rack in the back of Thor, ready to to go to the store, bar, or just down the street from wherever Thor is parked. Rover continues an interesting trend in the Walti vehicle ownership history: two Yahama RZ 250’s, two Honda Pacific Coasts, two Fieros, two Jaguar XK8s, and two Scarabeos… Go figure.
- Potential New Additions to the Stable: Highest on the list of new members is a Ural motorcycle/sidecar ensemble. This would be a creative and practical solution to my wanting to go everywhere on a motorcycle with KR’s desire to take Bogart and Squirt everywhere with us. KR, Bogart and Squirt could sit in the sidecar. Also on the list of potential additions are a Moto Guzzi m/c, a Morgan 3-Wheeler (if the Ural doesn’t make the cut), a replacement for the Iron Duke (shush, don’t tell KR), a Corvette, a Jag F-Type, a Jag Station Wagon, a Ferrari, and a …..:)
- Planes, trains, etc. Well, there haven’t been any trains in the last year, but we have taken ferries, taxis, Ubers, big big planes, small planes, pongas, buses, vans, the aforementioned camel, a sail boat, and a Tuk-tuk or two. I recommend the Airbus 380 and the Brittany Ferry, but not in the cattle car areas. British Air’s food quality has gone down hill, which is a great disappointment. Flight to avoid at all costs is the American out of Reagan to LAX at 5PM. ALWAYS two hours late, no inflight entertainment, no wi-fi, and the center seat is usually the only one available. Who says that airline consolidations are a good thing?
Life in the Loft
It’s hard to believe, but KR and I have been living in our 800 square foot loft in downtown Los Angeles for more than five years! Factory Place is located in the “Arts District,” which is LA’s industrial area that’s rapidly becoming the West Coast version of NY’s Meat Packing District. This place just reeks of coolness and weirdness and diversity and creativity and … money. Someone told me that the Arts District has the highest HH income of any area in LA other than Beverly Hills. I don’t believe that, but like all major metro downtown areas, it costs lots of money to live here so those who do are well off. Research shows that downtown LA has equal parts Hispanics, African Americans, Asians and White Folks and it shows on the streets and sidewalks. Diversity is a very interesting thing if one is open to it.
The family sedan for most people on this planet is not a sedan, but a motor scooter or motorcycle. The work horse of Asia, much of Africa, and even big swaths of Europe has two wheels, not four, and accommodates between one and five people, depending. Traffic, parking, gas mileage, and cost are all made the easier on a scooter.
This summer we shifted to a two-wheel family sedan as well, the aforementioned “Rover.” I now drive Rover the five blocks to work, we use him to go to dinner at night in downtown, or to see friends in Hollywood. He’s the easiest, most convenient vehicle I’ve owned in quite a while. I recommend one to all:)
Life South of the Border
Let me state this up front: Mexico is becoming the safest place in North America to live and visit. There aren’t any terrorists in Mexico. Narco’s? For sure, but it feels a lot safer to me than going to France, or Belgium, or San Bernardino, or Germany or… Shake your head in disbelief, think I’m crazy all you like, but it’s the truth.
The Peso continues to take it in the shorts via the dollar. When we bought/built Corona, the ratio was $1.00 = $11 pesos. As I write this, the dollar equals 20.5 pesos! For those of us who live/visit Mexico, this has made a huge difference. It’s generally a good time to be an American tourist in much of the world in terms of currency.
Here’s one practical example of the impact of the dollar/peso devaluation on our life. We have a wonderful maid who comes to Corona five days a week from 10AM to 3PM and we pay her $7000 pesos/month. That equals about $340 dollars a month in today’s valuation!
Here’s another. I recently had to get the Iron Duke fixed. He needed a new coil, plugs, distributor, oil change, radiator repair, tune-up and an ECM unit fix. Total cost was $3700 pesos = $180.00. PICKED UP AND DELIVERED:)
The dollar is at all time high via the British Pound, Euro, Egyptian Pound, Mexican Peso, etc. Lesson to be learned: never, never keep your money in a foreign currency even if you live abroad.
Our palapa in the jungle, “Little Big Sur,” continues to be a challenge to upkeep and rent remotely, but remains a joy to actually use. LBS is best understood as a land-locked version of owning a boat; just keep putting money in and every sailing is actually a repair/maintenance outing:) Our annual Jungle Storm event turns into an all out “invite your friends to the jungle to repair and fix-up LBS.” Every visit to LBS is preceded by a visit to Home Depot:)
Two Seismic Events
The Grand Opening event for our new campus on October 7th was the result of more than five plus years of labor and $47M in capital investment. 2300 VIPs, stakeholders, sponsors, and friends RSVP’d to our event. Two Mayors and assorted other VIPs gave speeches, cut the ribbon, took part in tours and gave press interviews. The new 60,000 square foot purpose built campus is the Taj Mahal of cleantech with desks for over 250 entrepreneurs, a chemistry lab, electronics lab, an advanced prototyping center, micro grid, and a model ‘smart home of the future’. The La Kretz Innovation Campus elevates LACI to a new level of prominence in the world of clean technology innovation.
Thirty one days later and the Trump Trampling washed over LACI like a tsunami. We literally had to send out “keep calm and carry on ” notices and hold numerous counseling sessions as everyone is this building believed that the sustainable world as we know it was coming to an end. And frankly, nothing that has happened since the election gives us hope he was “just kidding.”
My view is that LACI will survive and prosper no matter what. Market forces and mega trends are at our back. But, I’m worried shitless that the New Administration will step away from its commitment to sustainable sources of energy and the steps necessary to reduce/slow climate change. This won’t really impact us here in the US as we’re all comparatively rich. If it gets hotter, we’ll just turn the air conditioning on. Drought and crop reduction? We’ll just pay more for food. No, its the poor who feel the brunt of the effects of climate change. The World Bank estimates that climate change will push another 100 million people into poverty by 2030. This is serious stuff that the Leader of the Free World doesn’t seem to understand or give a shit.
And please, don’t talk to me about “clean coal.” Coal is as likely to be clean as the Lock Ness Monster is likely to jump out of the lagoon tomorrow.
To the Future, we go!
I’m looking forward to what 2017 will bring, none the less. KR and I have plans and ideas of what it will entail, but who knows? We wish all of you a wonderful holiday season and a great and prosperous New Year!
Here’s what all of this looked like in pictures.
CAIRO (DEC 2016)
INDIA (OCT 2016)
LOS ANGELES (OCT 2016)
MEXICO (DEC 2016)
ON THE ROAD HOME (DEC 2016/JAN 2017)
I promise to write more often.
I’m writing this from a hotel room in Southampton, UK, awaiting a taxi to Heathrow and the flight(s) home after 46 days on the road. How do I wrap this trip up? As with most of our trips, this has been a trip of extremes, but in some ways it feels extremely extreme:) We’ve been in the lap of luxury and in the very definition of poverty. We’ve laid around and did almost nothing and dragged our bags/bike/whatever across more airports, ferry stations, bus stations, and city-scapes than I can remember. We’ve been in mountains, desert, seaside, countryside, modern and ancient cities. On planes, ferries, buses, cars, taxis, and a motorcycle — more than once each time. We’ve gotten drunk on a beach and had a lunch hosted in our honor at the U.S. Ambassador’s residence in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia (the capital of Ethiopia). We’ve been hot, cold, dry and wet, often in the same day. We never knew the language of the country we were in, but somehow found ways to connect with the people there.
Maybe the best way is to go to the stats:
Trip Stats & Awards
- Countries: UK, Spain, Morocco, Ethiopia
- Cities visited: best guess is 21
- Miles on a motorcycle: 2975
- Overall miles: My guess is 20,000
- Plane legs: 11 including prop planes landing on unpaved runways
- Ferries: 4
- Speeches made in Ethiopia: 24
- Press interviews: 4
- Ethiopian Officials met with: Mayor of Addis, Minister of Water, Irrigation & Electricity, State Ministers of Industry, Science & Technology, Small & Medium Business, Investment and Urban Development
- Least Friendly Awardee: Any airport employee at Charles DeGualle airport with a special shout out to Air France employees
- Most Accommodating New Friends: Maureen and Miguel in Madrid who single-highhandedly made our trip to/from Madrid and Ethiopia painless and quite enjoyable
- Best Beach Town and Beach: Tarifa and Bolonia, both on the tip of Spain
- Number of Motorcycle Problems: 0:))
The Beaches of Southern Spain
After five days in Morocco, getting back to the “civilization” of Southern Spain was needed. A couple of weeks earlier a bartender in Granada had told us to go to a little-known beach named Bolonia on the southern coast. He assured us it was worth it, but it wasn’t on any map or in the GPS. As luck would have it, we found Bolonia and it IS one of the best beaches we’ve ever been on. It was so great, we spent three nights there just hang’n at the beach and prepping for Ethiopia. We met some folks there from the UK and had a great time partying Spanish style. It’s one of those places I could of hung for much longer, but we needed to get to Madrid.
Getting to Madrid
After Morocco, we needed to weave our way towards Madrid to catch the plane to Addis Ababa (Ethiopia). We skipped Seville and spent some terrific nights in Cordoba and Toledo. Both towns were in the midst of festivals and such, so in the space of a couple of nights we went to a rock & roll concert, an equestrian show, a flamingo dance show, and a couple of tours of old churches thrown in. Each night was filled with something old and new.
Before our trip, someone told us to skip Madrid as it was “just another big city”. Well, our time in Madrid was terrific, mainly because we met Maureen and Miguel there. Long story short, Maureen is a friend of Sam H.’s and she agreed to be our Logistics Command Center. We left the bike and all our m/c clothes and gear with her, which made the entire Ethiopia leg possible. More importantly, we had a couple of great nights out with them and thoroughly enjoyed the city. I was even getting use to eating dinner at 10PM! Madrid has a vibrant night life, which was a nice contrast to Morocco before and after Ethiopia. Both KR and I could live there.
There is no way on earth that I can describe Ethiopia to you. This was our first trip to Africa (Morocco doesn’t count) and we didn’t know what to expect. My purpose in going was to give a lot of speeches and take a lot of meetings extolling the business opportunity that clean technologies represent for Ethiopia and Sub-Sahara Africa.
Development wise, Ethiopia makes India look like a fully developed paradise. There is little infrastructure, even in its capital City, Addis Ababa. Side walks? rare. Electricity? 10 million people have been on a waiting list to get electricity for ten years. Water? They’re in a much worse drought than California. Traffic? Yes and its made up of cars, buses, cows, people, m/c’s, bicycles and tuk tuks. With few traffic signals, no street signs and no addresses. Modern buildings? Well, yes and no. There are dozens and dozens of new building part way finished (in Ethiopia, you build the basic structure, put a bank on the first floor, and hope you generate enough profits from the bank to finish the building.) Yet none of them look new.
Aside from all of that, Ethiopia is a lovely country. The people, despite their relative poverty, are generally a happy/smiling lot. They are as honest as the day is long. They’re colorful and energetic. Addis is a dirty hub bub of a city, but there’s a lot of action. The young people that I spoke to, were bright, energetic, hopeful and determined to make things better. The government officials seemed genuinely interested in making things better for their citizens.
I was only able to experience a tiny bit of Addis as most of my days consisted of getting driven around to various meetings in an Embassy car. That’s literally how I saw Addis – through the windows of lots of Toyota Land Cruisers.
Over the weekend, Karen and I took a plane to northern Ethiopia to see the “real” Ethiopia, which is the cradle of civilization. The remains of the oldest human being was discovered in Ethiopia and dates back millions of years. We went to Lalibela, a village in northern Ethiopia that has 12 churches carved into granite mountains, each church from a single piece of stone. Took 14,000 people about 100+ years BC to build.
Ninety percent of the people outside the cities are subsistence farmers. They farm the way their ancestors did — by hand and with donkeys. Their key assets are goats and cows, live in grass/mud huts, with no running water. With a few exceptions, of course: cell phones and satellite dishes:)
It does beg the question: how did one of the oldest civilizations on earth not develop further and faster? What happened?
Damn if I know.
Both Karen and I would go back, and probably will because of business. Now that we’ve had our first taste of Africa, we’re curious about the rest. That’s for another day and time.
A Couple of Final Thoughts
- If you’re going to Spain, go in May before everyone gets there. It only rained about a week out of five and was otherwise beautiful.
- Maybe as a result of the above, Spain was incredibly cheap compared to the US, UK, France, Swiss, etc. It was easy to find a decent hotel for less than 100 Euros.
- Stay off the main Autopista’s and take the back roads. Once we did that, we saw a wonderful countryside of small villages, rolling hills, and a few mountains. The m/c riding is better that way, too.
- If you take the ferry from the UK to Spain or France, spend the extra bucks for a room or mini suite. It was lovely and a nice way of spending 24 hours.
- BMW 1200 GS’s rule! Long live Now Voyager II.
Here’s what everything looked like.
Take care, fred
ETHIOPIA – ADDIS ABABA
THE “SUBURBS” OF ADDIS ABABA
THE FAR NORTH OF ETHIOPIA
THE FINAL LEG HOME
Until the next time.
We expected to get robbed at knife point, harassed endlessly, lost continuously, battered by the Kafkaesque traffic and shunned because we were Westerners based on all the “advice” we’d been given on what to expect in Morocco. Karen was genuinely worried, which is rare for her given where we’ve traipsed, and was only willing to step off the ferry and see if we should go further.
Well, none of that happened of course, with the possible exception of being lost (but not continuously). We spent 4 1/2 days in Morocco, keeping to its northern most area, wandering south from Tanger to Fes, then south and west touching the Atlas Mountains to Meknes, then north to the Atlantic coast in Asilah, then back to Tanger and the ferry to Spain. My guess is that went about 500 miles total.
We saw a lot, but I know we barely touched the surface. Yet, if I were to be honest, this was enough for me. Why in a minute.
First, the really good stuff. Life inside a Medina, which is the name for the oldest part of a city surrounded by an ancient fort’s wall, is Other Worldly. I’m not able to describe it, but everything is different: smell, sights, colors, noises, space, style, etc. Medinas are shops/stalls/housing contained in a labyrinth of walkways and alleys. All set in what feels like another century. Well, another century that still sells cellphones and every kind of sneaker you can think of:)
On the hills on top of Tanger’s medina, is the remains of the old forts that protected the inner city – the Kasbah. As is often the case, we end up where we shouldn’t, but had a terrific time trying to find our way through the kasbah around midnight. All the shops are gone, replaced by windows and doors that give a peek into how people live. Fascinating in a voyeuristic way:)
We ended up in the Kasbah late at night as KR had read a review of a restaurant, the El Morocco Club, that sounded really neat. How hard could it be to find? You know the answer to that with few street signs, most not in English, and a restaurant facade that looked rather… run down.
But, once inside, ohhh man now this was a restaurant! Downstairs there was a piano bar that you’d swear was high-line London bar, with the most wonderful music and walls covered with photos of the rich and famous that had been there. Upstairs was a high style, sophisticated intimate dining room.
The El Morocco Club was great, which is how we found ourselves at the top of the Kasbah needing to find our way to our hotel, the well-worn but still dignified, Hotel Continental (NOT part of the Intercontinental chain:) around midnight. This was a walk to remember.
The next morning we went south along the Atlantic coast, then cut inland southeast toward the ancient town of Fez, about 200 miles away in the low mountains of north central Morocco.
About 30 miles into the trip, I can only assume I made a wrong turn as we started down a single+ lane road. Mrs Garmin was telling me that we were going the right way, so onward we plowed. Long story short, we spent 8 hours pretty much lost in the Moroccan countryside.
This was both scary and fascinating. The scary part was we found ourselves way out there, where the predominant mode of transportation has four legs, and there was nothing around. If we had a problem; say we fell over in one of the dirt sections, or we had a flat tire, or NVII suddenly turned into NVI and stopped running, we were really shit out of luck. No cell phone. No Internet. No electricity. No English. No gas stations. But, none of that happened fortunately.
As a result, we got to see a part of Morocco (and indeed the world) where there was one communal water well for a village, where the only mode of transportation was a mule, donkey, pony, beat up horse or the power of your own feet. This was farm land farmed the old fashioned way- by hand and beast of burden.
We would go for miles and miles and not come across a single village. And when we came upon one, it was too small to be on the map or in Mrs. Garmin’s database. Whenever we came across a junction, my hopes surged: is this the road to the highway? Answer: no.
We wound our way toward Fez, on these back roads and trails, for almost eight hours. When we got to Fez, a pretty big city as Moroccan cities go, we didn’t know where our hotel was as it too wasn’t in Mrs. Garmin’s GPS database. The only reason we eventually found it inside Fez’s Medina was because a local scooter rider called his brother, while riding his scooter of course, and then led us to it. There is no way in the world we would have ever found this place without Annan’s help. Which he expected to be paid for, of course.
Another night, another Medina, but this night was pretty short and we found ourselves in an upstairs restaurant, “Cafe Smiles” (I’m not kidding), listening to a band of young men play what we assume was traditional Moroccan music. You’re invited to come over sometime and listen to the CD.
The next day we went a total of 50 miles into the Atlas Mountains to a beautiful old town called Meknes. We spent most of the day in…. its Medina… but with some success as Karen a couple of rugs she liked. Dinner on the hotel’s terrace was lovely way to spend the evening, having a glass of wine and overlooking the walls surrounding the… Medina:)
The next day we went northwest to the Atlantic coast, stayed a night at the Moroccan seaside resort of Asilah, and caught the ferry back to Spain the next morning.
Seeing life in the Moroccan countryside and deep inside Tanger’s Kasbah were the highlights for both of us. Just for these experiences, we’re thrilled we made it to Morocco (admittedly, a very tiny bit of Morocco).
But, both Karen and I found the Muslim life that we encountered to be colorless, humorless, and pretty desperate. Whether in the cities or countryside, few people were smiling or outwardly having fun. Each city street’s were lined with cafes in which the men of the town sat, sipping coffee and chatting with no women in sight. I found it hypocritical that many of the men dressed in Western clothing, but none of the women were allowed — 99% of the women we saw were dressed in the traditional style.
There’s no doubt that my view is fully colored by being a Westerner, a liberal Westerner at that, and one who lives life pretty much to the “live and let live ” philosophy of my neighbors.
In the last hotel in Morocco we stayed in, there was a sign on the wall warning that if either member of the couple was Muslim, they’d have to show their marriage certificate in order to check in.
We checked out next morning.
We woke up on the last day in Barcelona to find that NVII had been burglarized the night before. This time the thieves pried open the locked pannier cases and stole my battery charger (again!). This pissed me off even more than the ship burglary. We immediately went to a m/c store and got the panniers fixed, then went down the street and bought 5 pad locks. I’ve just begun the implementation of the FW Bullet Proof Security System:)
We left Barcelona late that afternoon and rode south along the coast to Valencia. Valencia is probably prettier than Barcelona, certainly the street that our hotel was on was stunning. After unpacking and cleaning up, we spent the night wandering around the jazz/bohemian section taking pictures of old churches (what else?) finding interesting bars to have a pop in. Next morning, we thought: who needs more cities? We were off with a different plan in mind.
No longer willing to ride on super highways along the coast of Spain, we made a sharp right turn and went into the hills and mountains, about 100 miles inland. Now we were on narrow two lane roads meandering through the hills, which became mountains. Sun was out, but very ominous looking dark blue rain clouds were always just over there, so we never knew when the fun was up.
One night we stayed in a spa/hotel in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere. It was kinda weird as everyone walking around in white robes, but I liked it as its not often are we the youngest in any group.
Perhaps its a sign of “maturing,” but we’ve changed the way we wander pretty significantly. When we were in South America for three months, we rarely had a hotel booked anywhere as we weren’t willing/able to predict where we’d end up at day’s close. This resulted in some truly horrible scrambles for a hotel room late in the day after a long ride. Not good for one’s mood at night:)
We now book a hotel online the night before in the town we think we’re going to make. This constitutes a major improvement in our long-term planning routine and greatly reduces the tension (but not all tension as we may have it booked, but we need to find it to use it, a sometimes baffling problem). But it also eliminates the “pure” wandering that I love most. We always have a place in mind to head towards and we can’t really change half way through because we’ve paid for the hotel. Truth be told, the pluses far outweigh the negatives as the line between end of day and first night’s cocktail is a lot shorter.
Technology that helps one travel has revolutionized the experience. Or, perhaps more accurately, technology can empower one to go over there because its easier. The GPS on NVII is a life saver. I can’t imagine what it was like not having a good GPS for the majority of my motorcycling life. “Mrs. Garmin” as we call her, takes 80% of the worry of finding something off the table. Need a BMW dealer?, just hit the m/c dealer button. Gas? Same thing. The Starbucks location App has been a bit disappointing since there never seems to be one close by:)
Booking.com, TripAdvisor, Airbnb and the lot allow one to find really interesting places that would have been impossible to find before. Reviews give a lot of information about what to expect. And its easy to check prices. We’ve had just really really special times in all the bars, restaurants, and hotels that KR first found online.
We rolled through the mountains and entered Granada late one day, a city renowned for beauty and a huge Moorish palace, the Alhambra. Finding our hotel became a challenge as Granada is mostly made up of tiny streets/walk ways that are occupied by people, dogs, bicycles, motos, cars, and trucks all at the same time. Have you ever tried backing up a 500 lbs m/c with a passenger and another 100 lbs of stuff? On your tippy toes as yours truly remains vertically challenged despite nightly prayers.
We spent two hours touring Alhambra’s palaces, gardens, a grounds, which I’ll admit was great and worth the stop, but I couldn’t wait to get the hell out of dodge. We were on our way to Tarifa on the tip of Spain to catch a ferry to Morocco, so we decided to take the back roads southwest.
This turned out to be a spectacular choice as we rode into the mountains on back roads with small villages tucked away. This was the best motorcycle riding we’ve had so far (#1 was this day, #2 was the stretch out of Valencia, and #3 was the Pyrenees stretch along N260) with equal parts twisty roads, spectacular mountain views, and tiny picture-book villages.
Fifteen days after starting, we rolled into the tiny seaside village of Tarifa on the southernmost tip of Spain. Now this place is beautiful, helped by bright sunlight, the mineral-colored waters of the Straight of Gibraltar, the totally white walls of every building in town, and a miles-long sandy beach that seems to be Sail Board Central. All of this is wrapped in a hundreds-year old fort wall with turrets and everything. This place could be good. So good, that we immediately decide to stay for two days to prep for crossing the Straight to Morocco.
We were shocked to be greeted by a smile and an offer to carry our luggage by Carlos, the proprietor of the tiny “Tarifa Room” hotel. In 14 days, not one hotel service member had offered to help with our bags. And, frankly, we haven’t received very many smiles from restaurant/bar/hotel/shop folks along the way either. We’re not that unlikable, making me believe there is some inherent reason that many of the Spaniards we encountered are not happy campers. I have my theories, but will leave those for another time.
It’s time to go. It’s almost 10PM as I write this in my hotel room in the Moroccan town of Fes. But Morocco is a whole ‘nother story, for another day.
It seems like ages since KR and I were on a “serious” trip. Mexico, DC, Dallas and the beach don’t really count. That’s all changing as we’re flying to Europe for a month of riding NVII and then going to Ethiopia for two weeks on business. Here’s the headlines of the “plan:”
- Fly to London, take the bus to Southampton
- Pick up NV II, ride to Portsmouth and catch the ferry to Santander, Spain
- Ride east to through the Pyrenees, then to the Coast of Spain and Barcelona
- Go south east along the Spanish coast
- Catch a ferry from Gibraltar to Morocco.
- Ride to Casablanca, make a u-turn and go back up the coast and catch the return ferry
- Ride from Gibraltar to Madrid
- Leave all of our stuff with Maureen in Madrid, pick up our (business) luggage
- Fly to Addis Ababa (Ethiopia) for business
- Take a 4 hour bus ride to Awassa and then back to Addis Ababa
- Fly back to Madrid, drop our clothes off, pick up NVII and ride to Santander
- Take the ferry back from Santander to Portsmouth
- Drive NVII to Southampton, drop him off for shipping back to LA
- Take a bus to Heathrow and catch the plane to Seattle and eventually LAX
Just your basic 42 day plane, bus, ferry m/c, ferry, m/c, plane, bus, plane, m/c, ferry, bus and plane trip.
Of, course who knows what we’ll actually do as this itinerary is a lot like a battle plan- it won’t survive the first contact with the wifey:)
Our first planning session occurred the night before we left as we drove to meet friends for dinner. Karen began reading from a used book she’d picked up that day, “Vagabonding”, by Rolf Potts. Here’s the section that caught my attention:
…” Travel can be a kind of monasticism on the move: On the road, we often live more simply, with no more possessions than we can carry, and surrendering ourselves to chance. This is what Camus meant when he said that “what gives value to travel is fear–disruption, in other words (or emancipation), from circumstance, and all the habits behind which we hide” – Pico Iyer, “Why We Travel”
Pico, of course, never saw Karen’s suitcase, so we all know the bit about “with no possessions” doesn’t apply to us. But the thought that travel is about fear and disruption rings true for me. Fear and its companion, adventure, are the most important parts of travel for me. Going over there and not knowing what’s over there is an adrenaline rush.
As I get older, taking fear-inspiring trips is harder and harder as my urge is to seek comfort and (relative) safety. Hence, we’re taking a m/c trip to Spain, not through the Bolivian jungle. Let’s face it, this trip is for wimps:)
On the other hand, going to Ethiopia has a lot of unknowns. We’ve never been to Africa, let alone Ethiopia, so it is both intriguing and fearful:) You might be wondering why we’re going to Ethiopia in the first place, and the answer is the U.S. State Department.
The State Dept. is sponsoring a 9 day speaking tour for me since someone in our Embassy in Addis Ababa (Ethiopia’s capital city) thinks I’m a “world cleantech expert.” I’m not telling her differently so we’re going:)
What’s the connection between LACI and Ethiopia, you’re probably wondering? Simple, LACI has been hired by the World Bank to help make their Climate Innovation Center in Addis Ababa work better. And perhaps help Ethiopia and other Sub-Saharan Africa countries go green.
As I write this, I’m not sure what the series of “speaking events” will be nor what I will be talking about, but we have 30 days to figure that out and a bunch of miles and plenty of vasos de vino to figure it out.
I’ll keep in touch.
I don’t have much of a life in Los Angeles if one defines life as something other than
work. This is not a complaint, just a fact. LA is primarily for LACI and anything else needs to be fitted into the creases. Mexico is the reverse for me, it’s about living, not making a living, and I spend most of each December and part of January in Puerto Vallarta with The Boss of Corona and her best friend, Squirt. This post is what its like to go back home to Mexico and hang for a month.
It’s surprising how quickly comfortable being home in PV is, even after 11 months of being away. Well, its not quite immediate as it usually takes KR a couple of days to get use to me being around and for me to put away my CEO ways. After this initial roughness though, it starts being as smooth as a cold Corona (the beer, not the house) on a hot day.
First thing is the house. I would never have believed that 6200 feet of house would be comfy, but it is. Corona just flows right. We spend most of the time in the master with forays to the pool and top deck. The kitchen and dining room are usually for breakfast and entertaining. Most other meals are taken in bed or eaten out.
Our bedroom is really Operations Central. It’s on the third floor, with a balcony that I often wonder onto to check out the neighborhood or look at the skies or take in all the various water craft zooming along the beach. Size matters when it comes to TV’s and we have a large “smart” TV in the room. (let’s not go into how useful a Smart TV is with a dumb owner). KR usually has the TV on 24/7.
I’ve also slid a small desk into the corner next to the window overlooking the Bay of Banderas and do all my work here. There are very few better views around, especially for an “office.” I spend 80% of my day there, hitting the keyboards, gazing on the street below, taking a Skype call, or swiveling the chair around to catch Wolf Blitzer giving yet another perspective on the 14th Republican debate. Squirt provides the other source of constant entertainment.
KR does most of her B&B administrative work in bed as well, so
having the three of us in the bedroom as headquarters works well. Very well. Beyond our bedroom door looms two irresistible lures. At least twice a day I walk out the door, take five steps, and jump into the pool. Swim around, take in the view, listen to the cacophony of neighborhood sounds, and then hit the rays. KR can’t resist the 3rd floor garden that surrounds the Pool Deck. She’s always been a gardener and having three gardens (1st, 3rd, and 4th floors) and more planters than I can count means multiple chances to get covered in mud. This is a good thing.
Here’s a question for you: When was the last time you walked down your street, talked to your neighbors, watched kids play, and then stopped in the local grocery store to buy some food for lunch? In LA, my answer is never, and I’m not just speaking about the Factory Lofts in downtown LA. My answer would be the same for the Hollywood house.
In Puerto Vallarta, it happens every day, usually more than once. This isn’t by accident as we purposely moved into a “mixed” (read Gringos and Canadians along side Mexicans) neighborhood in the hills of PV. Our neighborhood consists of the small street in front of our house (Corona) and the two cross streets (Miramar and Metamoris) which happen to be the only ways up/down the El Centro Hills. This accounts for lots of street activity most days and most times of each day. And since most Mexicans around us live in something less than 6000 sq ft., they spend their free time sitting outside their houses on the porches or curbs.
Last night was typical. We went out the front door and started walking downhill toward the Malecon (boardwalk) to get something to eat. Karen dropped off some discarded clothes to the very extended family next door. Eduardo, the father and someone who I’ve taken tequila shots with at 2 in the morning, commented that I was looking a little gordo (fat) and I should keep eating so they could get more of my non-fitting clothes. We all laughed out loud.
We found a new place to eat on the Malecon, the Jazz Foundation, which had so-so food, great music, cold beer and really nice waiters who helped us map out our next trip. Walking up the hill on the way home, we bumped into a neighbor we’d met a year or so ago and invited him back for a cocktail.
These encounters happen every day here.
Noise is a controversial subject in our house and among our neighbors. Up the street there are a group of kids, mostly in their late teens or early twenties, that think there’s nothing better to crank up the boom box at all times of day or night. A couple of neighbors have called the police to complain, which generated a visit from the local police only to find out the primary source of the noise was…. an off duty policeman! The music keeps on playing giving us a dose of Mexican justice on a local level.
The young children next door play soccer in the street below us. Most Mexican cars make the Iron Duke look like a limo and announce their passing through their non existent mufflers. Roosters crow too early even for farmers, of which there are none that I’ve seen. Three blocks away the church bells ring at intervals that I can’t figure.
Noise, of course, is a two edged sword. It’s annoying and interuptive and … well…life affirming as well. This is a vibrant neighborhood in which life is visible and audible to all.
No week would be complete without visits to Walmart, Costco, Home Depot, the bank, Office Max and the assorted stores needed to keep a Gringo’s Mexican households running and in order. I’m not ashamed to admit, I’ve become a Kirkland Man, wearing Costco underwear and “dinner” shorts & shirts, drinking Kirkland wine and vodka, BBQing Kirkland ribs, and eating Kirkland ice cream (the Vanilla is the best ice cream yet created on this earth:)
Of course, not all is fun and games when you’re a B&W innkeeper. We have a staff to supervise, which KR keeps me away from, that includes a property manager, a maid, a pool guy, a carpenter, a handyman, an electrician and plumber. And this is just for Corona, as there’s a whole ‘nother crew for Little Big Sur. There are walls to paint, solar systems to repair, pool pumps to maintain, windows to fix, and…. on and on and on. Is there no rest for the weary? Don’t answer that:) Yet, I had it easy compared to this young man who went out to LBS to rebuild our solar system. It’s worth it to read his report:)
Finally, let’s talk money. Living in Mexico, even a tourist town like PV, is relatively inexpensive and getting more so every month. When KR and I started coming to PV, the dollar was worth 10 pesos. Last year around this time it was worth about 13 pesos. Today, the dollar is worth 17+ pesos, which is a very good thing if you’re a Gringo, less so if you’re a Mexican. Certain things remain expensive: gasoline is $3.20/gallon, electricity ranges from $200/2 months to $900/2 months depending on the use of A/C, and anything imported will have a duty of between 14-140% tacked on. Labor, food, rent, property taxes and such remain incredibly low, which is why this place continues to grow as a gringo/Canadian hang out during good and bad times. Please don’t tell anyone how good this is, we have enough folks here already:)
Well, that’s my report on life as a pseudo Mexican.
Mas Margaritas por favor!
This news just in! Karen has become so successful as an innkeeper that we don’t have a place to stay during the next six days. True to form, KR threw some things in the Iron Duke, made sure Squirt was comfy, and said, “Let’s head south!” Uh, what about a reservation or some place to head to? Over rated, I guess.
Here’s what everything looks like in pictures.
And…we party on a bridge that’s about to fall down, we finally open the La Kretz Innovation Campus, we successfully hold our third annual Global Showcase (GloSho’15), Karen goes south for the Winter, and I’m stuck at 29 countries. Where to start?
Well, let’s start four months ago when KR and I were driving the Iron Duke and Squirt back up to Los Angeles. We had a long time on the road and found my new mobile hot spot to be a very useful time waster. To pass the time, we started looking for RV’s. We’d search the web, find something interesting, do some research and then call the dealer. We did this through much of northern Mexico, Arizona and California. Long story somewhat short, we decided to actually buy a Travel Leisire Libero. Here’s its key features:
- Big enough to have a bed that doesn’t need to be made every night and a full bathroom (admittedly for small people) was a major step up from Casa Loca
- Small enough that it can be taken just about anywhere
- Inside finishes are great looking
- There’s a kitchen that’s “workable”
- It’s got a gas engine so we can take it to Mexico and other developing countries
- Has solar and generator power
- Satellite TV
- Three-way refrigerator works on shore, battery and propane
Only problem is there aren’t any dealers in Los Angeles (go figure?) and we were also about to go to Asia for ten days, making it was logistically challenging to complete a transaction.
But, where there’s a will (wife’s) there’s a way (husband’s) and we completed the transaction while standing in a Buddha temple in Kuala Lumpur communicating via text message with a dealer in Vegas. I’m not making this up:)
As soon as we got back we flew to Vegas to pick The Vehicle up (unnamed as of this writing) and drive him/her back to LA. Nothing is simple in our world, so we couldn’t even make it to Vegas without KR getting sick and having to go to the ER in a local hospital. That’s a way longer story to sort through, but she’s OK now.
Let’s stay on the subject of vehicles for a moment. You might remember that we had a tough time getting the Iron Duke to LA the last trip north. Five-hours-stuck-in-the-Mexican-desert tough would be accurate description. The only way we got him us home was to disconnect the muffler and go full blast down the highway.
Once in LA, I found the “Medico de Jeep” in South Central Los Angeles. After replacing the catalytic converter, the engine management system, something called a “crank sensor” (KR would like one of those for use around the house), the turn signal thing-a-ma-gig, and all bodily fluids, the Iron Duke has been reborn! Well, we had to also take all the light bulbs out of the interior lights as we couldn’t find the short, which kept draining the battery.
As I write this from my bedroom in PV, I can report that The Duke ran like a top for the 1500 miles from Los Angeles. Welcome back into the fold Duke!
It’s been pretty busy on the LACI front as well. In the same week, we moved into our five-years-in-the-making-new 60,000-square-foot-state-of-the-art cleantech-innovation-facility AND put on our third Global Showcase (GloSho’15) which attracted close to 600 people from 15 countries. Both came off pretty damn well and we’re now settling into our new digs, though I think we’re all a little shell shocked by how nice a facility we now have after years in a converted bus repair shop.
The downtown Los Angeles neighborhood that both LACI and we reside in, called the Arts & Innovation District, is undergoing rapid change too. For those of you who’ve been to New York’s Meat Packing District, the Arts District is a west coast version. Lots of new apartments, restaurants, bars (thank god), and retail stores are pushing up against the area’s historical industrial base of warehouses, cold food storage, transportation, and garment manufacturing encampments. Not all are happy about this change, of course. My street is an example of what’s happening: there are two world class Italian restaurants, a gun club, the largest indoor climbing wall west of the Mississippi, a coffee and bicycle bar, a cross fit gym, a vegi restaurant and my apartment complex called “Factory Place.”
We’re about a block away from the LA River, which runs north and south splitting the Arts District from Boyle Heights. Boyle Heights started as a Jewish neighborhood decades ago, but now is a great Hispanic community that borders the western edge of East LA. Boyle Heights is feeling the crush of yuppified development as well as we Hipsters try and find more affordable, cool digs close to the action of the Arts District. So on one side of the river we have a burgeoning Hispanic neighborhood with kids, cars and grass yards and two blocks away we have the artists, photographers, ad guys, and cleantech folks.
The 6h Street Bridge both literally and figuratively spans these two communities. Built in the 30’s, its an architectural treasure that you’ve seen in dozens and dozens of movies (To Live and Die in LA is my favorite). It seems that not all’s well with this bridge as there is a 70% chance it will fall down in the next 50 years, which is apparently a very risky situation for a bridge, as its being eaten from within by cement munching critters. I’m not making this up.
So, the wonderful, iconic, historic 6th Street Bridge is being torn down this January and is being replaced not by a bridge, no that would be too simple for us Los Angeleos. No, we’re going to build a neighborhood experience surrounding a new bridge. God only knows how much and how long that will take.
The one thing we do know is its a good time to have a “Farewell to the 6th Street Bridge Festival” one recent Saturday night. It was a great event where literally the Chicano’s and Hiptster’s met halfway across the bridge and partied pretty hard. The entire bridge was full of people when KR and I slipped out early (10PM).
Finally, this has been another year of continuously traveling. Between KR and myself, we’ve taken 28 trips to 32 different places the first 10 months of 2015 as I’ve reported in past blog posts. It seems that I will fail to meet one of my personal goals which is to visit 30 countries by the end of this year. Sadly, I’m stuck on 29. Here’s the current list:
Lots of holes in this list and we intend to continue filling them:)
We’ve taken a lot of trips, but this one’s had the most contrasts. We’ve partied on the French Riviera with the One Percenters (OK, we were in the same town:) and drank beer with hard-core motorcyclists on the roads of the Isle of Man. We’ve stayed in tiny towns in France, Switzerland and England and visited one of the world’s great (big) cities — Paris. We’ve seen the rolling countrysides of England and France; the mountains of Switzerland/Italy/France/Germany; and the ocean cliffs and pastures of the IOM. We’ve been on autobahns at 90+mph and tiny tiny mountain roads at 9 mph. All in all, a jammed-packed 30 odd days.
Here are the basic facts & stats:
- NY II shipped to & from: Zeebrugge via RORO on Wallenius lines
- 36 days, 19 travel days on the bike
- 3500 miles (<100 miles per day total and > 180 miles per travel day)
- Methods of transportation: plane, train, bus, ferry, taxi, subway, m/c
- Countries (9): Belgium, France, Monaco, Italy, Switzerland, Lichtenstein, Germany, England, Isle of Man
- Problems with the bike: 0
- Tip-overs: 1 (while packing him up one night)
- Electronics: two computers, two iPads, two cameras, one GPS, one video camera, two phones, two helmet intercoms, and one mobile Wi-Fi hot spot
- Longest # of nights in any one city: 4 – Nice
- No. of pubs/bars slept above: 2
- No. of rain storms encountered while riding: 3
- No. of Westies sighted: 12+
- No. of “old” churches visited: too many to count:)
- Best hotel: La Mirande, Avignon France
- Worst experience: Iberia airlines — 12+ hours in one of the last analog planes + lost bags
We spent the last week of the trip meandering from the IOM through England, staying a couple of nights in Canterbury. We then crossed the Channel and spent two nights in Normandy on the French coast, wandered through the French countryside and spent another day/night in Brugge. I rode NVII back to Zeebrugge and put him on the boat. KR and I then took a train to Brussels airport and caught a flight to LA via Madrid. Simple:)
Net Take Aways:
- The Little Woman no longer likes 500 mile long days on the m/c. Go figure.
- Too much space allocated for tools, not enough for personal electronics. NV II is rock solid, so I don’t need to carry a mini tool chest. You can never have enough electronic toys, however.
- There are no hotels in Europe for less than $100 that the Little Woman wants to stay in.
- BMW rain suits suck
- We need a bigger “junk drawer” (top box:)
- RORO (roll on, roll off) is still the best way of shipping a motorcycle. But, one needs to make sure not to put any small value items where freight handlers/shippers can steal them as they will.
- God bless Garmin and GPS. How did we ever travel before them?
- Ditto for Schuberth helmets with intercom/radio/phone. They’re expensive, but flawless.
- Wolfman water proof bags are the best. When you combine them with separate, shaped mesh containers for clothes it creates an easy to pack/unpack clothing system.
- BMW’s electronic suspension pretty much solved the short guy problem of putting two feet on the ground. System can be used as an instantaneous lowering system when in traffic by putting system in “Soft” mode, “Hard” mode when on the highway. Technology can be your friend:)
- Contrary to going-in perceptions, motorcycle parts/accessories in Europe (not England) are cheaper than here. The devaluation of the Euro is probably the main driver of this short term bonus.
Thanks for keeping in touch with us.
On the surface, the Monaco GP and the Isle of Man TT races have much in common; both races are held on public roads, both are nearly 100 years old, both are the crown jewels of their respective worlds, and both are as much experiences as they are sporting events. That folks, is where the similarities end.
The Isle of Man Tourist Trophy is at the other end of the motorsports world from Monaco. No yachts, no Ferrari’s, no playground for the One Percenters, no high style patrons, no $100 million factory race budgets, and no champagne for breakfast.
For a week each year, tens of thousands of bike enthusiasts cram on the ferry and cross the Irish Sea to the Island of Man, a tiny island that is a separate country within the UK. Surprisingly, the IOM is being gentrified (is there no stone left unturned?) as its a tax haven whose major industry is banking. But, there’s still a way to go as most of the island looks to be dedicated to sheep herds, which is logical given how many wool sweaters one needs even in June to come close to being warm.
The IOM is filled stonewall to stonewall with bikes, bikers, bike paraphernalia, bike clothing shops, biker pubs and bike museums. In other words, this is Mecca for bikers and I’m immediately comfortable.
Imagine you’re a baseball fan and you’re in a city in which baseball fans– many in uniforms — are on every street, in every restaurant, and in every bar. Moreover, every room you walk, whether it be a bar or a bakery shop, has at least one picture of a favorite player, both contemporary and those hero’s of another era. Now switch out bike racers and their biker fans and you have a picture of what the IOM is like.
There is nothing in the world that compares to sitting on a picnic table on the front lawn of the Mitre Pub, having a beer, and watching, listening, and feeling the racers scream by just feet away. We’re staying at a private home in Kirk Michael, a country village about half way round the 37 mile course, and its a perfect place to capture the feel of the TT.
The race itself is legendary for many reasons, most of which revolve the fact that its races are held over 37 miles of narrow country roads. People get killed here every year. Most often its a racer, but its also fans who are let out on the racing circuit every day (how else are the locals to get to/from work?) and play racer to disastrous results.
This is not a race for young men. In fact, all the leading contenders would be old men in other sports. Usually in their mid-30s or early 40s, the leaders have won many races each with one leading contender having 21 victories over the years. Age is key because it takes a lot of experience to know where the road goes, where each turn goes, how fast you can take it — and more importantly how fast you can’t take it. The roads are most often lined with stone walls or hedges, meaning most corners are blind from the racer’s POV (you can’t see where the corner is going) and the consequences of a mistake can literally be deadly.
The big winner of this year’s event, Ian Hutchinson, is a hero because he spent five years recovering from a leg injury in which he almost lost his leg. He then came back to win three races this year, averaging over 130mph in each. He’s obviously grown some huge appendages while recovering:) This week’s favorite Michael Dunlop has had his father and uncle both killed on the Island. His brother crashed on the first day and is out for the rest of the week. Michael crashed as well, but he’s limping along. He needs help to get on his bike, though.
The IOM TT is a race for real, crazy-brave men.
Here’s what the week looked like.