After leaving Dali, a cool rainy ride to Chixiong to meet up with Franki. Met him at bike shop where they were doing some work on his bike. Had a delicious dinner, then went out later with some of his biker friends. A great group of guys. I think Franki must have a million friends, everywhere he goes in China he seems to know someone. :evil
Next morning I left early to try to make it to Simao in one day.
Franki seemed a bit doubtful of my plan the night before, I should have paid more attention to that warning sign.:deal It was about 470 kilometers of winding rainy mountain roads. Leaving town, the GPS indicated I would arrive at around 6 pm. Wrong.........There was not really a good place to stop as there was a lot of mountains with only villages, so kept on going. I finally arrive in Simao at 10 at night, after a terrifying two hour ride in the dark.
Note to self: Never ever ride at night in China.......
Next day time to head for Laos, an easy one day ride. I was feeling a bit crabby about being turned back from Tibet, when I spotted this in the road. I did not know there were mountain crabs. He was looking pretty tough, apparently he did not understand much about cars......
Mid afternoon I rock up to the China Laos border. This is the exact same border crossing that I went through two years ago with the same Chinese plated bike. So I wait in the small line, relaxed, and planning what trouble I can get into in Laos. I hand the official all my papers for the bike, and my passport. He studies them for a minute, says something in Chinese to the guy behind him, then hands all the papers back to me, and informs me that my bike cannot leave China. I stand there stupefied for about one second, looked him straight in the eye, and informed him that I will be leaving for Laos, and that my bike will be leaving with me also. This is a common feature of Asian laws, they seem to change a lot......In these situations, you must draw an exact middle line. If you do nothing and dumbly nod assent, things will not go well with you. If you rant and rave, things will not go well for you either......
So the trick is to firmly maintain your position, and stick to it no matter what. It did not make any sense, as I have seen many Chinese riders touring around Laos. So the immigration guy sent me over to customs. The customs guys see me clutching a bunch of papers , with a determined look on my face, and decide they want very little to do with me. They then send me back to immigration after doing nothing. The immigration guy looks puzzled I am back, and asks what customs decided to do with me. I informed them that customs had sent me back to them.
At this point he sort of rolled his eyes, and then simply completed the forms to send me through. Sure woke me up !
Now time for the home stretch, the crossing of the Mekong between Laos and Cambodia. I normally take the large ferry boats, but they seem to have stopped for a long lunch break. So this guy with the small boat is hammering me to go with him.
First, traverse number one, onto the ramp of the big ferry. I am looking a bit doubtful, but the small boat captain keeps saying no problem, the phrase that always precedes problems. This view might look a bit scary if you were on a giant dual sport bike. For the little Chinese bike, no problem.
Then from the ramp of the big ferry onto the small boat.
And finally a view of the Mekong River, all grown up from the small river I saw on the canyon leading up to the Yunan / Tibet border.