Diarrhea Ends Nov. 28
After spending 2 days in Hong Kong, we made our way back to California Friday morning. It turned out that we were almost in the wrong place at the wrong time….twice! Our preliminary plan was to fly to Mumbai on the 27th of Nov. and catch a plane directly to Bangkok, Thailand. We would have landed in Mumbai, India, just in time for the terrorist attack. Our flight to Bangkok would have been canceled due to the demonstrations that closed the Bangkok airport. We would have been stuck in Mumbai with no ticket out, like all the other people trying to escape the terrorism in the city. Fortunately, the airlines would not change our original tickets to Mumbai instead of Delhi, so the new plan was to fly from Goa to Delhi to Hong Kong to Bangkok to Chaing Mai. We had a hotel and motorcycles waiting for us in Chaing Mai, a city in northern Thailand. So sometime between Delhi and Hong Kong the shit hit the fan…. Bangkok airport closed, and then Mumbai was attacked. We called it quits a week early and came home.
From this trip we have a lot of good video and still images that will be made into some kind of DVD soon, but the lack of motorcycles prevents a full-on diarrhea movie. We have started talking about taking an emergency motorcycle trip and making a DVD so the thousands of “Motorcycle Diarrheas” fans across the globe who are nauseously waiting for our next movie would not be too frustrated.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Date: 11/24/08
Location: Goa
Destination: Thailand
Subject: The Motorcycle Constipations
Mileage / KM: 40
Expenses: 1500 Rupees = $30
Lodging: Roosevelt’s Jail
Fuel: Two Avion bottles and a 10 liters
Diarrhea Flow: Inactive …Steve
We hit a snag or in other words a log jam!!! To rent bikes and take them out of state has become a difficult task. Ofcourse we get a different story from each person we ask but it looks like we will not be able to rent motorcycles and take them out of state. This is a problem when you are locked in a state the size of the Bay Area. There are all sorts of schemes to get around this issue but we have grown tired trying to find the way and some body who is willing to facilitate. We are now planning to head to Thailand and carry on from there.
However, the session is not over until the paper work is done. We won’t be able to get a flight to Bangkok… Ha ha… I said Bangkok…. Until Thursday. That gives us 2 days to start a mini motor adventure here.
Riding British A Motorcycle in India ……Larry
So we rented one Royal Enfield (Indian made 500cc copy of a 1955 British motorcycle) and one Pulsar (a 200cc bike of unknown origin). We could not find 2 Royal Enfield to rent so Steve was lucky enough to get a modern bike with the brakes and shifter on the proper side. To bad it has a flat front tire and no mirrors and no gas. With some more haggling we got air in the tire and bought a liter of gas from a plastic water bottle. Riding the Enfield was quite an adventure in itself, not only is the shifter and brake reversed, the shift pattern is also backwards. I kept trying to get started in 4th gear (the bike is only a 4 speed). When I hit the wrong brake, I was up-shifting which had the opposite effect of braking. We were now ready to head out into some of the toughest traffic in the world, driving on the left side of the road, to find a beer….just kidding, we actually rode for 45 minutes before getting a beer. We passed a motorcycle and scooter accident where they just finished loading the people into an ambulance, quite a sobering experience. The guide book says that someone dies in a motorcycle or scooter accident everyday in Goa. Steve said that the quota looks like it has been filled and that we were safe. There are thousands and scooters in Goa, and most people to do not wear helmets. Locals stared us with our full face helmets and body armor (like a dirt biker racer would wear)….we did not care what they thought.
Location: Goa
Destination: Thailand
Subject: The Motorcycle Constipations
Mileage / KM: 40
Expenses: 1500 Rupees = $30
Lodging: Roosevelt’s Jail
Fuel: Two Avion bottles and a 10 liters
Diarrhea Flow: Inactive …Steve
We hit a snag or in other words a log jam!!! To rent bikes and take them out of state has become a difficult task. Ofcourse we get a different story from each person we ask but it looks like we will not be able to rent motorcycles and take them out of state. This is a problem when you are locked in a state the size of the Bay Area. There are all sorts of schemes to get around this issue but we have grown tired trying to find the way and some body who is willing to facilitate. We are now planning to head to Thailand and carry on from there.
However, the session is not over until the paper work is done. We won’t be able to get a flight to Bangkok… Ha ha… I said Bangkok…. Until Thursday. That gives us 2 days to start a mini motor adventure here.
Riding British A Motorcycle in India ……Larry
So we rented one Royal Enfield (Indian made 500cc copy of a 1955 British motorcycle) and one Pulsar (a 200cc bike of unknown origin). We could not find 2 Royal Enfield to rent so Steve was lucky enough to get a modern bike with the brakes and shifter on the proper side. To bad it has a flat front tire and no mirrors and no gas. With some more haggling we got air in the tire and bought a liter of gas from a plastic water bottle. Riding the Enfield was quite an adventure in itself, not only is the shifter and brake reversed, the shift pattern is also backwards. I kept trying to get started in 4th gear (the bike is only a 4 speed). When I hit the wrong brake, I was up-shifting which had the opposite effect of braking. We were now ready to head out into some of the toughest traffic in the world, driving on the left side of the road, to find a beer….just kidding, we actually rode for 45 minutes before getting a beer. We passed a motorcycle and scooter accident where they just finished loading the people into an ambulance, quite a sobering experience. The guide book says that someone dies in a motorcycle or scooter accident everyday in Goa. Steve said that the quota looks like it has been filled and that we were safe. There are thousands and scooters in Goa, and most people to do not wear helmets. Locals stared us with our full face helmets and body armor (like a dirt biker racer would wear)….we did not care what they thought.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Goa: Larry
We had a tough time getting started, the sandwiches, beer, and massage on the beach sort of wore us down after the 2.3 hour plane ride from Delhi. The Arabian Sea that washes the shores of Goa, a state in India, is quite nice. The warm water waves are very relaxing, even at sunset. The cows that we have seen in Delhi are also here on the beach, I guess cows need a vacation too. We saw a cow take off with a tourist’s bag of pineapples. The cab driver, Kero, is arranging our motorcycle rental for us. We pick up the two Royal Enfields after the cab driver takes us on a tour of the spice garden and cashew plantation.
Our original plan was to leave on motorcycle from New Delhi, but the plan was revised. Instead, we flew to Goa and will head south on rented motorcycles. Riding through the extremely populated cities of New Delhi and Bombay just did not seem to appealing compare to a ride down the coast of a tropical paradise.
We had a tough time getting started, the sandwiches, beer, and massage on the beach sort of wore us down after the 2.3 hour plane ride from Delhi. The Arabian Sea that washes the shores of Goa, a state in India, is quite nice. The warm water waves are very relaxing, even at sunset. The cows that we have seen in Delhi are also here on the beach, I guess cows need a vacation too. We saw a cow take off with a tourist’s bag of pineapples. The cab driver, Kero, is arranging our motorcycle rental for us. We pick up the two Royal Enfields after the cab driver takes us on a tour of the spice garden and cashew plantation.
Our original plan was to leave on motorcycle from New Delhi, but the plan was revised. Instead, we flew to Goa and will head south on rented motorcycles. Riding through the extremely populated cities of New Delhi and Bombay just did not seem to appealing compare to a ride down the coast of a tropical paradise.
Dad lands in India: Steve
The trip begins as Dad comes out to meet Kristina and I for a tour of Delhi and Agra. We pick him up from the airport and head straight for some Indian education. First lesson, “King Fisher”, India’s most popular beer... We took him to have a beer and food for a proper Indian welcome. Of course I get sick and end up puking for an hour. Not sure what it was but, Dad was fine.
The next day it’s a tour of Delhi, a city full of temples, museums and monuments, we managed to see one. We made it through the Red Fort and that was about it. We also visited a friend Nikil at his work to get a tour of one of the top radio stations which was very cool. I would have liked to see more temples but, it’s very difficult to get around in Delhi with the traffic and dense smog, it drains you fast and I was not feeling good from the night before. Next morning it’s up at 5am to catch the train to Agra and see the Taj Mahal.
Catching the train was an adventure. I did not anticipate a line at 6am but I was wrong. We arrived to a sea of hundreds of people fighting to get tickets. The line got ugly but I managed to wade my self to the front and purchase the wrong class of tickets. “I said first class” rang out my lips for the next hour or so. We went to get on the train and quickly learned I had purchased general seat tickets. This would mean hanging out the train door with the masses instead of sitting in our own air conditioned seats. We stole some empty AC seats and managed to purchase an upgrade. This did not come easy either as you can imagine we were not the only ones. When we arrived we easily found a guide, bought return tickets and set on our way. First stop, McDonalds, you should have seen the look on our guide’s face. The issue was my stomach was still having singing to me and McDonalds was the safest option. After that, the Taj. We walked around for 3+ hours and took all the standard Taj pictures. The place is amazing.
Once leaving the Taj, we were rather tiried and opted to take it easy the rest of the day. We saw how the craftsmen made the marble inlays in the Taj and how they make rugs and jewelry. Then we saw a coffee shop and dinner. Getting back to Dehli was another adventure involving an hour late train and the world’s slowest rickshaw ride….
Now it’s time to get started on the real Chutney adventure….. Goa.
The trip begins as Dad comes out to meet Kristina and I for a tour of Delhi and Agra. We pick him up from the airport and head straight for some Indian education. First lesson, “King Fisher”, India’s most popular beer... We took him to have a beer and food for a proper Indian welcome. Of course I get sick and end up puking for an hour. Not sure what it was but, Dad was fine.
The next day it’s a tour of Delhi, a city full of temples, museums and monuments, we managed to see one. We made it through the Red Fort and that was about it. We also visited a friend Nikil at his work to get a tour of one of the top radio stations which was very cool. I would have liked to see more temples but, it’s very difficult to get around in Delhi with the traffic and dense smog, it drains you fast and I was not feeling good from the night before. Next morning it’s up at 5am to catch the train to Agra and see the Taj Mahal.
Catching the train was an adventure. I did not anticipate a line at 6am but I was wrong. We arrived to a sea of hundreds of people fighting to get tickets. The line got ugly but I managed to wade my self to the front and purchase the wrong class of tickets. “I said first class” rang out my lips for the next hour or so. We went to get on the train and quickly learned I had purchased general seat tickets. This would mean hanging out the train door with the masses instead of sitting in our own air conditioned seats. We stole some empty AC seats and managed to purchase an upgrade. This did not come easy either as you can imagine we were not the only ones. When we arrived we easily found a guide, bought return tickets and set on our way. First stop, McDonalds, you should have seen the look on our guide’s face. The issue was my stomach was still having singing to me and McDonalds was the safest option. After that, the Taj. We walked around for 3+ hours and took all the standard Taj pictures. The place is amazing.
Once leaving the Taj, we were rather tiried and opted to take it easy the rest of the day. We saw how the craftsmen made the marble inlays in the Taj and how they make rugs and jewelry. Then we saw a coffee shop and dinner. Getting back to Dehli was another adventure involving an hour late train and the world’s slowest rickshaw ride….
Now it’s time to get started on the real Chutney adventure….. Goa.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
After the Mexico trip we became thirsty for another adventure. As luck would have it, I was invited to a friend's wedding in India. It was a sign from the Diarrhea Gods… I concuured with my father and it was official,,,, Lets do India!!!!! This time with better cameras and the same purpose.
Our goal is to see the west coast of India and pet an elephant. Other than that there are no stink’n plans except to drink beer, eat and film. Drinking beer taking precedence of course.
On this adventure we will be renting motorcycles instead of Frankensteining Honda CX-500s as it would cost too much to ship them to India. Our tool of choice will be the Royal Enfield. For those who are not familiar, this bike was introduced to India during the time of British domination. The bike design has not changed since the 1950’s except for rear view mirrors and turn signals.
This episode of The Motorcycle Diarrhea’s global brew exploration is called,“The Chutney Runs” ™ Kristina Alaniz. We were going to call it the Tandoori Turds but we thought it was a shitty name.
If you would like to be updated on our current location and blog entries or, if you would just like to send us some love or lawyers, please send us an email at themotorcyclediarrheas@gmail.com
The Motorcycle trip officially begins Nov 18th and ends… uhhh… well, stay tuned.
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The Motorcycle Diarrheas Mexico 2005 To view the trailer or purchase the movie please go to: http://www.filmbaby.com/films/3188
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Thursday, December 01, 2005
There & Back Again
Nov 25th
LB
We made it back home at 3:30 PM after a 10 hour, 475 mile, ride from Chula Vista (located 15 miles from the Mexican boarder). Being the day after Thanksgiving, traffic was not a problem. Even the rain that was falling all day in San Jose stopped for our return. The trip was a total success, with virtually no problems what so ever including the people of Mexico or our motorcycles (thanks Mr. Honda). November 25th was the last day that Steve is 29 years old. I could not think of a better way to celebrate the first 29 years of his life. Happy Birthday Steve!
Statistics
Total trip 6020 miles (9632 km)
Motorcycle maintenance for during the trip: 1981 CX500C; 3 liters of oil (oil leak that started at 1500 miles). Add air to front forks 2 times. 1980 CX500C add some air to tires, 1 time.
Total number of days for the trip: 27
Parting notes:
All of the pictures on the blog were reduced in size for speeder internet use. We will put all of the hundreds of pictures we took on a CD for anyone that is really interested in seeing them. Steve also took hours of video that will need editing before a DVD will be complete.
With some help (HELP??), we hope to publish a few magazine articles about the trip.
Thanksgiving
Nov 24th
After a very long 510 mile day we made it to Chris’s place in Chula Vista California. We started out from Santa Anna 2 hours before dawn on a well used 2 lane highway (Mexico 2). We followed a bus which made it much easier to navigate the sometimes unmarked road pavement in the dark. Somewhere in the Sonora Desert, Steve lost the battery out of this video camera while shooting videos at 65 mph. We went back and walked along the road, but never found the expensive battery.
We crossed into the USA through San Luis, a small Mexican town on the California – Arizona border. The border crossing went very smooth. As required, we checked out with the Mexican government where they took our vehicle stickers. Steve somehow talked a Mexican border guard to open up a security gate and let us in front of the half mile long line of cars waiting for US customs. Since the US customs guy was a previous owner of a CX500, all he did was talk about our motorcycles and only asked if we had anything to declare as an afterthought while we started riding away.
Chris had fixed a great Thanksgiving dinner that was ready when we got there, about 4:00 PM. Thanks Chris!
Mazatlan Again
Nov 20th
We stayed at Capt. Moes B&B for 2 days. This is a very friendly place to stay, just a short walk to the beach and restaurants. We highly recommend staying here for any length of time. Moe and Dorothy have been living in Mexico for the past 7 years and neither of them can really speak Spanish. Moe, a motorcycle rider himself, gave Steve & I a tour of the city. There are many Canadians and Americans that make Mazatlan their home. Check out their web site: http://captmoe.com/
Nov 25th
LB
We made it back home at 3:30 PM after a 10 hour, 475 mile, ride from Chula Vista (located 15 miles from the Mexican boarder). Being the day after Thanksgiving, traffic was not a problem. Even the rain that was falling all day in San Jose stopped for our return. The trip was a total success, with virtually no problems what so ever including the people of Mexico or our motorcycles (thanks Mr. Honda). November 25th was the last day that Steve is 29 years old. I could not think of a better way to celebrate the first 29 years of his life. Happy Birthday Steve!
Statistics
Total trip 6020 miles (9632 km)
Motorcycle maintenance for during the trip: 1981 CX500C; 3 liters of oil (oil leak that started at 1500 miles). Add air to front forks 2 times. 1980 CX500C add some air to tires, 1 time.
Total number of days for the trip: 27
Parting notes:
All of the pictures on the blog were reduced in size for speeder internet use. We will put all of the hundreds of pictures we took on a CD for anyone that is really interested in seeing them. Steve also took hours of video that will need editing before a DVD will be complete.
With some help (HELP??), we hope to publish a few magazine articles about the trip.
Thanksgiving
Nov 24th
After a very long 510 mile day we made it to Chris’s place in Chula Vista California. We started out from Santa Anna 2 hours before dawn on a well used 2 lane highway (Mexico 2). We followed a bus which made it much easier to navigate the sometimes unmarked road pavement in the dark. Somewhere in the Sonora Desert, Steve lost the battery out of this video camera while shooting videos at 65 mph. We went back and walked along the road, but never found the expensive battery.
We crossed into the USA through San Luis, a small Mexican town on the California – Arizona border. The border crossing went very smooth. As required, we checked out with the Mexican government where they took our vehicle stickers. Steve somehow talked a Mexican border guard to open up a security gate and let us in front of the half mile long line of cars waiting for US customs. Since the US customs guy was a previous owner of a CX500, all he did was talk about our motorcycles and only asked if we had anything to declare as an afterthought while we started riding away.
Chris had fixed a great Thanksgiving dinner that was ready when we got there, about 4:00 PM. Thanks Chris!
Mazatlan Again
Nov 20th
We stayed at Capt. Moes B&B for 2 days. This is a very friendly place to stay, just a short walk to the beach and restaurants. We highly recommend staying here for any length of time. Moe and Dorothy have been living in Mexico for the past 7 years and neither of them can really speak Spanish. Moe, a motorcycle rider himself, gave Steve & I a tour of the city. There are many Canadians and Americans that make Mazatlan their home. Check out their web site: http://captmoe.com/
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
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