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Published: June 23rd 2017
So leaving Fairbanks in a nice downpour got me some six hours later to Anchorage.
Why oh why does it have to rain every day, not only does it rain but it’s cool as well.
Sitting on the bike for 8 to 10 hrs a day makes you a bit stiff in the olde bones.
But who am I to complain, nobody forced me to come here.
My riding mate went up with another guy for a mad dash to the polar circle, I did not want to sit one the bike in pouring rain for 14 hrs just to have done that so I went to Anchorage, sort of started my way back to civilisation.
Anchorage was hit by an earthquake of some magnitude who basically destroyed the place so it’s a modern city , and for me without charm.
I had been told that they rented out rooms at the university so I got my self down the and got sorted.
A Mexican dinner with some frijoles and a beer and I was fast asleep.
The next day started out quite cold so I put on my rain jacket a a
wind breaker and went for a little spin.
After a while everything looks the same tall mountains with snow on them and lots of water and even though it’s breath taking gets a bit tedious after a while, there are only so many wows and then you’re out.
I ended up in Hope a very small hamlet, with a couple of place to eat so I had a brunch hamburger, note to self whenever possible stay away from hamburger
At least on burger a day some are quite good and it’s not the big seagull chain burgers we’re talking about I think that I’d rather starve to death.
Every restaurant I’ve been to has burgers on the menu, bar the Mexican.
But a burger with fries is enough food to sustain you.
Some joker in the restaurant asked me if I’d come on motorbike and when I told that it was my swimming gear and that I’d swam from Anchorage everybody laughed but him.
On the way back to Anchorage there was a very long queue, hundreds of vehicles and I went by the on the inside unit I got up to the
site of the accident.
From what I hear you’re no supposed to do that but I went very slowly and very carefully and should the law stop me my English is very bad and I’ll put on my best expression of utter contrite and shame.
Back I anchorage I tried to find some heated grips and some over boots, but just got a big NO. i got a new plug fro the heated vest but I never got around to try it out, it has not been that cold yet but I’ll get around and if it does not work it’ll be binned.
John got into contact with me so we decide to ride together again.
The Idiots at the U did want to go to my room and tell me that he had arrived ed so I waited in my room and waited outside for an hour finally i heard the sound of his engine at the same tim as they finally came to my room to tell me that he had arrived.
So we went to Valdez, the day stared out nice with a very nice road with some curves but of course
it had to start to rain, again.
A bit tired off the road and the rain so we took a day off, gone cruising.
We went on a boat trip to some glacier or other and on the way spotted, sea otters, seals, bald eagles and sundry birds and a humpback whale, it just rained a little.
But it did rain but being indoors it did not matter all that much.
We ended up close to the Meares glacier sailing slowly between minuscule icebergs.
The front of the ice is more or less 500 years old so the snow that created the glacier fell roughly when Columbus arrived here, or rather in the West Indies, Columbus that is, not the snow.
Leaving Valdez in a nice chilly down pour and fog, Alaskan weather does not like me.
I got offered some whisky from a chap in a petrol station, one for the road, sorely tempted I declined, what was not cold was wet.
The day ended in Tok which is just a junction, in the Golden Bear motel run by the spheric woman and her oblong sister, I think she's about 160
cm tall and weighs no less than 250 kg, it amazing that they can find clothes.
The local Thai caravan kitchen served me fried rice with pine apple and cashew nuts, best meal so far on this trip, and enough for breakfast as well.
She looked really happy when I greeted her in Thai and ordered in Thai as well.
Today saw us on the road to Canada via Chicken, 150 km of gravel and lovely views, lots of dust so I had to drink two beers post haste upon arrival in Dawson City.
By the way Chicken is called Chicken because no one could spell the name of the Alaskan bird the Ptarmint, but everyone could spell chicken;-)
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