Comedy Highlights Of Motorbiking Asia With A Child
I have a bunch of funny motorbike stories from our trip across Indonesia and Timor Leste that I never got time to write up. Here’s a few of them.
The Time I Drove Our Motorbike Into The Hotel Bar
On arrival in Dili, Timor Leste, we were kind of knackered. There’s something about a challenging border crossing followed by an hour-long wait until the bulldozers have finished making the road that does that to you.
So when the lights of our hotel appeared on the road we’d been following for a couple of hundred k, I turned right on in there.
A tricky ascent of the pavement, should, perhaps, have warned me that this really wasn’t a driveway. Yet, despite the howls from behind me — “NOOOOO, Mum, NOOOOO, that’s the bar. Wait! Wait! Let me OFF!” — I persisted, doggedly.
It was, indeed, the bar. “You alright there?” asked an Australian chap, as I reversed around the pot plants, my spawn cringing in the background.
Z’s observation? “I have NEVER been so embarrassed in my LIFE.”
The Time Our Indicators Broke
Z’s embarrassment threshold was further tested when our indicators broke a couple of days later. Timor Leste’s traffic police are remarkably effective, at least within Dili itself, and rather more expensive to bribe than Bali’s more flexible cops.
Which means that, within Dili at least, motorcyclists almost always use their indicators, a phenomenon I have not seen anywhere else in South-East Asia.
Rather than drive around town looking for a place to fix our bike, I approached the problem Indonesian style, and had my passenger do the work. “Turning right! Big wave! BIG wave!”… “Indicate left! NO! LEFT!”…
Given it cost less than three dollars to get them fixed, I’d probably choose that option in future.
The Corner of Doom
You don’t get to beaches this deserted on good roads. And learning to surf in Kuta, Lombok, entailed regularly ascending and descending a particularly tight, steep, scree-strewn corner that we called the Corner of Doom.
On our way back from a restaurant one day, some guys in a pickup truck were making their third attempt at an ascent, machine-gunning rocks as they did. They waved me merrily across the road, to a particularly vertiginous approach.
My anxiety intensified first by the imminent approach of their large, accelerating vehicle and secondly by a particularly curious audience, I panicked. Locked the front brake. And, umm, fell over, EXTREMELY slowly.
The next day I decided that our surf instructors could drive us to the beach instead. Ascending the Corner of Doom on pillion with my eyes tight shut, I heard a clank from behind us.
And, lo! My son’s instructor had tipped HIS bike over, EXTREMELY slowly, precipitating Z onto the scree for the second time in two days.
Corner of Doom 2. Poor Z? Nil.
The Lake of Farts
South-East Asia has some epically bad roads. But the prize for the worst road yet goes to…
The road from Banyuwangi to the Ijen Plateau in Java, where we had to be rescued by a friendly vulture after our bike refused to move.
The “adventure” continued when we were beaten back by beaten back by toxic gas clouds and learnt more than anyone needs to know about the role of engine oil in motorbikes…
The Time I Locked My Keys In The Motorbike
I might have come a long way since my learner driver fiasco in Cat Ba island, Vietnam, but sometimes I surprise even myself.
Locking your keys in a motorbike?
Is that even possible?
Well, yes. As I learnt in Timor Leste.
But All The Same…
Yet, here we are, after all this, about to motorbike around Central Laos, with our BFF, H…
Are we gluttons for punishment? Have we learnt ABSOLUTELY nothing?
Or is there just something about the total freedom of movement you get with a bike, and the dazzling beauty that surrounds you, that makes this option so appealing? Answers on a postcard, please.
I’ve finally decided our little one is big enough for a motorbike. I am so sick of walking and taking the bus…. it’s going to be motorbikes for us from now on!
I’m just happy you’ve had so many motorbike misadventures without getting hurt.
Well, yes… All the best motorbike misadventures happen at <3mph, I find... And you'll need a bike in Chiang Mai. Where the roads, I am pleased to note, are a lot better than rural Indonesia...
Is it wrong to be happy that you’ve this many things go embarrassingly wrong on a motorbike? It makes me feel better about our current Thailand adventures. I can’t believe you drove into the bar. Poor Z.
Good luck with those Laos roads!
Err, no, it’s not wrong at all… I find it borderline hilarious. I missed out our breakdown on this recap. Oh well. Never mind. I’m impressed you’ve managed to have so much go wrong in the space of three days, though. It took us months to cram all this crap in…
too funny – i am laughing! the bar? the locked keys? life is GOOD!
How do you lock your keys in your motorbike?!
You open the seat to put petrol in, put your keys down by the petrol cap, then close the seat WITHOUT picking up the keys. Easy peasy! I wrote all about it here: http://travelswithanineyearold.com/2011/06/17/yes-you-can-lock-your-keys-in-a-motorbike/
After years of avoiding motorbikes after a nasty little accident on Jalan Raya Ubud which required a couple of surgeries (not on me!), I’ve finally gotten the courage get behind the handlebars once again. It’s tops. Although peak hour traffic in Indonesia’s 3rd biggest city is not my cup of tea.
You’re an inspiration!
It is the tops! I’ve realised I prefer traffic to dirt roads, though. Give me macet crazy Indonesian gridlock over glissading down mud in the Lao rainy season ANY DAY. I’d recommend doing a long trip, as well. There’s a real sense of achievement each time you “finish” an island and get on the new boat.
I should not say this but reading about your mishaps has made me feel happy about my embarrassing moments on the road. I could never beat driving into a bar.
No. I think there are VERY few people on the roads today who could drive into a bar. Which is probably a good thing, for all of us.
Driving into the bar eh? Sounds like someone needed a drink… 🙂
The thought had crossed my mind, Raymond… 😉
I would not be embarrassed about driving into a bar. Got to get there somehow and the faster the better 🙂
But surely you would be embarrassed at having to turn round and drive out again before you’d even started drinking?
Enjoy reading your motorcycle adventures in Indonesia. We’ve travelled a lot of the same roads. If you want to read about my scrapes go to … I promise you won’t be bored. Happy travels
I’m glad you found them difficult too! Funnily enough, a reader did the road to the Ijen after I’d written about it, and was like, “Oh! You weren’t exaggerating!” I said, “Nope! I didn’t need to exaggerate…”
Theodora, I’m interested to know how did you get your bike into East Timor from Indonesia. Did they ask to see a “carnet de passage”? Also did you take the ferry from Ende to Kupang? I’m based in Lombok and want to do a long trip in middle of year. Any info most appreciated. Best wishes.
Hiya –
yes, we took the ferry from Ende to Kupang. It’s a long boat journey and getting the bike on the boat’s a bitch because the port is so close to shore the gangplank leaps up and down with the swell.
Detailed info on the whole West Timor-East Timor bike/border thing here — though, of course, I’m a UK passport holder.
http://www.escapeartistes.com/2011/06/13/how-to-cross-from-indonesia-to-timor-leste-overland/
It’s also might be worth starting here – http://www.escapeartistes.com/2011/04/16/our-next-intrepid-adventure-to-papua-on-a-motorbike/ – and clicking through the Next button. All my posts on this journey are in http://www.escapeartistes.com/category/places/indonesia/page/3/ and http://www.escapeartistes.com/category/places/indonesia/page/2/ — I’ve also got some content on Timor Leste here http://www.escapeartistes.com/category/places/timor-leste/
Though, unfortunately, that was before I started to let my blog fall behind my life when I was on an interesting bit, so there’s a lot that’s not on there…
Much appreciated Theodora,