Motorbike Meditation in Siberia

I heard the last 4000 km would be boring: the stretch between Baikal Lake and the end of the continent would require some stoic perseverance until reaching Vladivostok. I can confirm: it does. The road is long and monotonous. Nothing to do, nothing to see. Nothing but bugs and birch trees. Nothing to keep your mind occupied other than your own thoughts. Until there’s nothing left to think of. Then there’s only the continuous sound of the motorbike. 

Bugger off!

Vast stretches of nothing; that’s what it’s all about. When I crossed Siberia it was hot, humid. The bugs were absolutely insane. As soon as I stopped for a pee-or-tea break, they attacked me as if there was no tomorrow. Unimpeded by the heavy duty fabrics of a motorbike suit, they were dedicated to get what they wanted: my blood! Only to breed on – to reproduce and have more of these aggressive creatures. Arms, legs, belly and back were not enough. They went for my face, as if finding the most uncomfortable places would be their ultimate challenge: ears, nose, lips, neck. Crazy!

First milestone: Irkutsk

Since I didn’t get a visa for Mongolia in Almaty, my radar was set to Irkutsk where I’d have a second chance. Leaving the Altai mountains for a later moment, I went straight for the big city. Harry was fitted with a new chain and sprockets: ending the increasingly disturbing sound of the last while.

Max, a local mechanic with great skills and a contagious smile, ensured that everything was back in order before heading back into the vast stretches of nothingness.


Coincidentally the Silk Way Rally participants were gathering in Irkutsk for the start of their 10-days rally raid contest crossing Russia, Mongolia and China, so I spontaneously decided to check out this world of big-boys-with-expensive-toys. The Yamaha Factory Team played their game well, but despite their attempt I’m staying loyal to my Honda. While I was pushing my 250 CC bike over the hills, some of the participants showed me their slightly advanced horse powers.


From flood to fire

A beautiful night at Lake Baikal and an unexpected delay in Tayshet due to the flooded areas around Tulun, before I’m speeding up eastwards. Heading deeper into Siberia, civilization becomes scarce. Villages are not much more than a couple of wooden huts rather than houses; gas stations become pragmatic fuel-up-and-move-on places … no more ice creams stops!

One evening, when I’m about to finish and call it a day, a strange cloud is covering the sky. The sunlight fades in a typical way; a thick smoke makes me cough. When I look back it becomes clear: there’s a huge wildfire going on. How fast will this spread? Will they get it under control? Better to move on another hour or so, just to be sure.


Lake Baikal

Heading east

Jumping the hour every few days makes me realize that I’m steadily heading east now. Vladivostok … it has been resonating in my mind for years and years. Somehow it was always there – more like the whispering of an exotic sound rather than a plan – since I saw that name in the title of a book somewhere during childhood. I can’t imagine how often my finger followed the coast-to-coast line on the world map: Vlissingen to Vladivostok. Now I’m just this one last stretch away from actually being there – with my motorbike – alone. I zoom out as far as possible on my GPS, showing me as a motorbike-figure on the map; trying to visualize me being here … it’s hard to grasp! 

My rear tire is pretty much worn down, so I ordered a new Heidenau K60 from Moscow to Ussuriysk, 100 kilometers before Vladivostok. Unfortunately the transportation didn’t go according to plan but I found a fitting Shinko at the Nika Moto shop, thanks to the great service of Japanscooter. A quick change of tires and I’m all set to roll into Vladivostok on fresh new rubber. 



Reaching Vladivostok is … unreal

I expected the ‘ok, now what?’ feeling, and was a bit surprised by the emotional impact of it. I have to tell myself a couple of times: ‘I am in Vladivostok!’ … ‘I drove my bike from Vlissingen all the way here – alone’. And I’m laughing by the thought of telling this story one day in the elderly home … perhaps admitting it was a crazy adventure.

In town I meet up with 5 Brazilians that I met a few days before. It’s great to see them back and to be welcomed in a authentically warm way. Samuel, an Israeli motorbike traveler whom I met in Kyrgyzstan joins the club and a day later I meet with Lien and Ab from Belgium and Holland, who will take the ferry to South Korea. Wow – a lot of travelers energy coming together! After everyone goes different paths again, Vladivostok disappears in thick mist: the perfect opportunity to take some time off, do some maintenance on the bike and plan the next stage.

4 thoughts on “Motorbike Meditation in Siberia

  • July 18, 2019 at 20:40
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    Hey Lobke, I made pretty much the same experience in Australia. Brain ran out of thoughts. I realized how often you repeat a thought per hour, per day, per week without any new conclusion. So I try to stopp this wasting of energy an start to look for new thought instead. Mostly I fall back in repeating, at least with some new thoughts. Sounds complicatet, but this is the things are going on in endless straight roads, right. Congrats to your trip. Strong, straight and wild. Hope to meet again.
    Dieter

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    • July 19, 2019 at 03:57
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      Hi Dieter!
      I can imagine and thought about you riding those long straight stretches in Australia. Probably just a few kmh faster than me and Harry 😉
      I keep following you and I’m pretty sure we’ll meet again!
      Lobke

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  • July 19, 2019 at 11:18
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    Awesome write up Lobke! Make sure to let me know which elderly home you are planning to be at! 😉

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    • July 19, 2019 at 11:27
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      I will – and I’ll reserve a seat for you 🙂 Plenty of stories to tell yourself!

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