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Santiago to Pichilemu,Monday, 21 January 2013,Day 202

Phillys is captain of this boat tonight ooh aah me hearties!

No problems with bugs last night which is a relief I had a few moments but I think a lot of the icky moments are in my head not in reality but I am glad to be leaving.

Daisy is getting a good seeing to today oil change new oil filter and air filter and a bit of TLC. They reckon it going to take a good couple of hours so I go for a wander down the street where I bump into Alex trying to source some bits for his bike and some tyres. I look after his bike and kit whilst he goes to each of the many bike shops on Lira looking for the best deal. When he done he comes to the shop where Daisy is being sorted and asks if he can use the workshop to change his oil, oil filter and air filter they say yes no problem as he is buying both these items there so he sets to work on his bike and Daisy is being seen to by the mechanic and I just hang around doing what I do best and that is to look pretty. I could probably do the work on Daisy my self but I choose not to as I rather someone else takes the responsibility who knows what they are doing and they can spot something serious that I may have missed and it if it goes wrong than I have some one else to blame other than me

    

Alex posing for the cameras

Good fun hanging around workshop watching and occasionally assisting while folks fettle with motorcycles. It about 1pm when Daisy is given the all clear and I am ready to roll Alex is still busy. I want to get out of Santiago one because of the bedbugs and two is that so far it has not really turned me on so I have decided to head to the beach which is about 200km away.

Say Tata to Alex who I will meet down the road as I had lent him the money for his oil filter and air filter as his credit card was playing up and I make my way out of Santiago. Its dull and overcast and scenery not much to write home about but I am glad to be on the move again and Daisy is feeling a bit fresher after the work that has been done.So thanks to Jorge of Promotors in Lira Santiago for squeezing us in at short notice and letting Alex use your workshop facilities cheers mate.

Dakar folk also heading home

As I left late its quite late when I get to Pichilemu and I have an address there but when I get there the prices are a lot higher than what I was expecting so I ask them why and they say oh you are talking about staying on the boat that’s not here but its just down the beach. Me a bit confused but we walk down the beach together and in the distance perched on cliff overlooking the beach is a house shaped like a boat and that is what is going to be my home for the night.

Great Boat Shaped Hostel on the Beach!

      

    

This was a folly built years ago as a teahouse to attract tourist to Pichilemu and has been converted into a hostel 3 floors top floor 8 bed dorm window all around with views over the sea and the beach fantastic, Middle floor also great vistas communal area and on the ground floor separate 4 person dorms no windows this is where I would be staying as it was the cheapest option.

The first thing that needed doing was to break down the door that had been shut for years so that we could get the bike into a secure courtyard so Christian (handyman and custodian of boat) set to work with a hacksaw cutting through a rusty padlock so Daisy was safe for the night. Then I found out I am the only person staying here tonight so I have the whole place to myself no staff just me which is cool as well as scary as it perched on a cliff on its own and quite a large old building so could be a few scary moments tonight as I am scary wuzz 🙂

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So after I checked in I went for along walk around town looking for a Chinese that had shut years ago just because I fancied a Chinese I ended up having a Pork Sandwich which was also good and got back to my mini palace by the sea at about 8.30pm and as I said earlier I was on my own so spread my stuff out got the music on and I was thoroughly enjoyed having my own space with no one else to bother me. I sat in every chair looked out of every window as the views of the sea where spectacular then it got dark so put every light on and I jumped at every squeak and noise that I heard and there where a lot.

Finally went to bed one downside to staying downstairs was it was damp and there were lots of mossies so from bed bugs to mossies I am not sure what I prefer.

Surfing how difficult can that be then!

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Pichilemu to Chillan, Tuesday, 22 January 2013,Day 203

Lost Again!

I had deliberately headed for the coast as I knew that the only way out of here going south was on dirt roads and as we all know my mantra which is onward and forward and never go backwards on the same road so I was sort of forcing myself into a corner where I would have to do some dirt roads rather than double back. As we all know I am no great shakes at this off road malarkey so I thought lets get some practice in whilst I have options so that when I do not have any options I may have a vague idea on how to handle any terrain that may be thrown my way.

So I left my little castle and I was a bit sad as I loved this cool place would like to stay longer and perhaps learn how to surf but I will save that for another trip and time today it is off road practice day and I had picked a nice 60km long bit of dirt.

I went to fill up Daisy as I was heading into the middle of nowhere and I met an ex Chilean enduro champion and ask him about the roads and he gave me another alternative route a bit longer but according to him much nicer. I tell him I am complete pants at the off road business and he says I should be able to do it and that he is not sending me down a difficult road where I would end up hating him and Chile he wanted me to enjoy it and have a fond memory rather than a nightmare. So appreciated the thought and the sentiment and I was confident he was not sending me down some gruelling dirt track. He said not worry about the road but to focus on the other traffic on the road as that was far more dangerous and I new exactly what he meant as I had had my share of dodgy traffic on small back roads. His parting words there are are some parts with deep sand what! Deep sand one off my off motorcycling nemesis remember the last time Ho hum!

So Daisy is sorted route is sorted and I find a nice little café for breakfast and I am also sorted so I hit the road dull and it is overcast again also there is a sea fret so nice scenery only I cannot see much of it but I guess this means I can focus more on the road instead and be cool for my off road excursion.

I hit the dirt and its reasonable a bit rough but manageable but every now and again bits of deep sand which are very difficult. One of these bits was on a steep downhill section so I was picking up speed but I want to go slow down as thick soft sand my ABS is totally confused so in other words it is not working and I am gaining momentum and all I want to do is slow down as I speedup into deep sand and deep sand and me does not mix well. I have read somewhere in a situation like this the best thing to do is hit the kill switch which turns of  the ABS off and use the dead engine to slow and stop the bike and then turn the bike across the road to it slow down to a halt. That’s the theory and who can remember all that when it’s all going pear shape so I do what I usually do and I wrestle the bike to a stop somehow and try and stay upright. And then I pray to all the motorcycling gods to help me stay vertical. That’s another theory and today that worked so I managed to slow the bike to a speed I could manage the deep sand on an incline and sort of skidded my way down the hill bit by bit not pretty but it got me down and where I wanted to be.

No one around to ask Directions!

This was the worse bit a few others but not so scary. Glad no one else is around as coping with traffic and this would be even hairier but now I am lost GPS no good as I am totally off road and there are tracks heading all over the place as they are doing a lot of forestation going on around here but which ones is the actual road so that is when you want folks around to ask. I find some guys chopping down some trees blocking the road and they tell me I am going the wrong way which I had figured out already so U turn and back the way I had come. I went down another track with a huge steep hill but does not look right either so go back up the hill and try another track nope going no where back down the steep hill when I hear a tooting of a horn and huge forestry truck flying down the hill that I been up and down a couple of time he pulls over and tells me I am going the wrong way yep he right he try’s to explains how to get out of this but he can tell I have not got a clue what he is saying its that language thing again so he says he will lead me out so he tell me to go ahead of him and he will direct me to the way out. So up the steep hill again and back the way I had come but this time with a huge forestry truck up my chuff so I am going a lot faster than earlier and trying to pretend that I can really handle the dirt for the benefit of the audience stupid I know it must be a boy thing. We finally get to the crossroads where I had turned of as there was a sign saying lorries only so I thought that was logging roads and not the track I turned down. My new mate gives me some last minute instruction turns his huge truck round and heads of in the direction we had just come for. Cheers mate appreciate you showing me the way out I could still be riding around their now otherwise so Muchos Gracias Senor.

I finally hit the coast and Tarmac covered in brown dust so certainly look the part of a hard-core Moto crosser but deep down I know I am nothing of the sort and I  got through by pure luck no skill or judgement involved. It is still dull and overcast but a nice run along the coast and then onto route 5 to Chillan to get some miles under my belt. I find a hostel and yes they have parking which is round the back but turns out round the back is a block away at the owners daughter posher hotel so I ride round the front dump my gear and ride round the block again to park Daisy safe and sound for the night much to the amusement of the owner who told me to this in the first place but I did not understand her I must improve my Spanish language skills!

Other good news it that it is  opposite a Chinese restaurant so after last night failing I got my Chinese dinner tonight yummy. I went for a walk around town and I had to sit down at one point as I had not realised how tired I was as it had been a long hard tough day.

Back to the hotel working the blog and beddy byes shattered will I ever be any good at off-roading I survived today but I am riding my luck a bit to much for my liking.

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