Dirt road riding to Kyzylorda

The M-32 road from the north of Kazakhstan had proved to be in better condition than those in previous years had experienced, and judging from the state of the upgrades this will still be a good road in 2015 for those who wish to undertake such a journey to the heart of the “Stans”. Today did prove to be our first challenging riding day in terms of the road conditions. We reached
Baikonur, the launch site for the former Soviet Union space program, and leased to Russia for space launches. Special permits are required to enter the area until early 2015 we understand, so we by-passed the area.

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Baikonur cosmodrome

This was the start of the roadworks between Baikonur to Kyzylorda which has many bridge & culvert replacements underway, with appropriate dirt roads and dusty detours. The dust in places is so deep you can bury the toes of your boots in it. With both transit and construction traffic, it can be quite interesting to ride, especially as even though we are relatively novice dirt riders, we are still faster than the trucks and most cars which do not have the flexibility of the motorcyclen (faster on gravel and in bull dust but not sand which still spooks me and I find totally exhausting – Anne). What is a newly opened road seems to be determined by how you can get past the earth barriers and whether the bridge or culvert crossing is in place. We were encouraged in one instance to use an unopened section by the construction truck drivers. It saved us a couple of kilometres of dirt.

So finally to Kyzylorda, we had been travelling for about 10 hours with breaks. We had plugged hotels into the GPS and were heading in that direction, when a young local on a small Honda motorcycle offered to guide us. The first location did not seem to be a hotel anymore, but our guide took us to another hotel – it was now 9pm – it had showers, water, air-conditioning; all the essentials after three days on the road. I think we got our value in water alone! (At 5pm, I thought we were going to have to camp by the side of the road as I was so exhausted from the sand sections, but after a 30′ break, Anthony pouring water over my head, I recovered and was so glad we had made it all the way to Kyzylorda!! – Anne)

End of a hard and dusty 10 hour ride into Kyzylorda

End of a hard and dusty 10 hour ride into Kyzylorda

Today was maintenance day and a time to check over the bikes after all the dirt had been washed off them. While we give the bikes a daily check this is time for a more detailed inspection. We had decided that the enthusiastic mechanics chain adjustment was a little tighter than we liked so a small adjustment there, tyre pressures ok and a small object lodged in Anne’s rear tyre. A pair of pliers produced a 40 mm nail and a pronounced hissing sound. A chance to test the tyre repair kit, we were both thrilled! Better to fix in the car park of a nice hotel than at the side of a dusty road. The instructions were simple to follow and execute and we will see tomorrow how the repair stands up to the rigours of the road.

Anne's puncture is just about fixed - we found a 4cm nail comfortably lodged

Anne’s puncture is just about fixed – we found a 4cm nail comfortably lodged

Our recovery time has been spent doing washing, emails and shopping. We found a fantastic supermarket called “Small” which is the largest we’ve seen since leaving the UK!!! It even has an extensive choice of cooked meats and salads which we sampled for dinner tonight. Didn’t sample any of the vodka on offer:

Kyzylorda "Small" supermaket - enough choice of vodka?!

Kyzylorda “Small” supermaket – enough choice of vodka?!

As we were walking ‘home’ to our bizarre hotel, we crossed the road at the same time as 3 cops. Once on the other side, one of them decided to ask us questions – where are you going, where are you from, where are your documents? Documents?! We hadn’t thought to take them with us for a 10′ walk – oops. Where are you staying – at the hotel over there. So off he comes with us until he asks which hotel – the Nomad Palace hotel. To which he waved a hand in disgust as it was too hot and too far for him to walk to at the end of his day. So off we went. The only other time we have been stopped by police in Kazakhstan, was coming into a little village – he just wanted a chat. Never even asked about documents.

Pedestrian crossings in Kazakhstan are respected by everyone – whether on the highway or towns. And the first car , truck or bus to approach you stops for you! Quite surreal considering how they drive!! Surreal like our hotel – we think we are the only guests here tonight but it is full of staff to attend to your every need!! I couldn’t even bring the 2 plates which I asked to borrow from the dining room up to our room – the sweet waitress had to do that for me, so we walked up the flight of stairs together.

Tomorrow we start towards Bishkek, a 1000kms away, and a few nights’ camping along the road, so really no more updates until we arrive there.

– Anthony then Anne

Baikanur to Kyzylorda - one of the many detours while bridges are being built - dealing with the road surface was one thing, but trucks and cars are still impatient and overtake anyhow and anywhere

Baikonur to Kyzylorda – one of the many detours while bridges are being built – dealing with the road surface was one thing, but trucks and cars are still impatient and overtake anyhow and anywhere

Anne let Anthony take her bike up as she was too exhausted to tackle this hill :-(

Anne let Anthony take her bike up as she was too exhausted to tackle this hill 😦

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Yes, back on good tar!

Yes, back on good tar!

And we need flash new BMW's?!

And we need flash new BMW’s?!

Kyzylorda Abai Avenue - but could be any town, some new flash building with grand entrance that cannot be used and dirt road approach with unfinished building next door, all boarded up.

Kyzylorda Abai Avenue – but could be any town, some new flash building with grand entrance that cannot be used and dirt road approach with unfinished building next door, all boarded up.

Samara to Aqtobe

Samara to Aqtobe

We left Samara on a beautiful cool Sunday morning, with none of the mad and terrifying traffic of the rush hour when we arrived. We got some dirt road detours but all in all the road was very good. The wind gusts we had that day were incredibly strong, even for seasoned Cape Town riders! One was so strong at one point, I screamed – I’m allowed, I’m a girl!!!!

We have to say that, while riding/driving in Russia can be somewhat scary, we have never witnessed any road rage, which sadly has become quite common in Australia. Drivers seem to have very poor judgement of speed/distance and we witnessed so many close shaves… I found that if a car came up fast behind me, I would indicate to let them overtake me, and they would suddenly back off. Then once they were past us, they would flash their lights to thank us.

The Russian to Kazakhstan border crossing, coming from Mashtakov, was very simple and only took 2 hours. The hardest part was negotiating the loose gravel, potholes and bumps at slow speeds. I got spooked when I very nearly dropped my bike after having successfully got through that gravel. I didn’t do so well as I was about to leave the final Russian gate (having handed over the last piece of stamped paper). And over I went – right in front of all the cars and trucks waiting to make they way past the border too!! No real damage done – just a sore knee. Shortly after leaving that border, while in no man’s land, the road was atrocious, with more ravines with loose gravel: I chickened out at that point and asked Anthony to ride my bike over. The crossing into Kazakhstan was very easy. Luckily we knew the process from a most helpful forum on Caravanistan: get one tiny piece of paper (5cm x 2cm) from a helpful border guy in a tiny shack who filled in with our registration number for us, drive a few metres and park and go to another shack and quickly fill out the blank form we’d just been given by another guy while we’re queuing, make sure the first tiny piece of paper got stamped then, then go to yet another building for customs. Once again, another helpful guy came up to us which saved us going into that building. He asked what we had in each bag and top box, asked if we had any guns or knives, and waived us on, saying we didn’t have to go to the big building. Drive on again a few metres to one last little shack, hand over the tiny piece of paper duly stamped and here we were now in Kazakhstan. The hardest part was to hang onto all those pieces of paper, registration documents in the incredible wind!!!

Next we had to find where to get the road insurance. We had heard to look out for unmarked looking buildings immediately after the border. And we found them.

This where you get your Kazakhstan road insurance just after going over the border from Russia, coming from Mashtakov.

This where you get your Kazakhstan road insurance just after going over the border from Russia, coming from Mashtakov.


Anthony managed to video one of those crazy overtaking moments. Just over the Kazakhstan border, the queue of trucks waiting to leave Kazakhstan was huge so a mini van decided to overtake them all, coming towards us, but so did a car too so the car squeezed between the trucks and van, forcing the van off the road – with us coming towards them, on a single lane!! Hilarious!!! And we all managed to get through, no problem!!

We got to Uralsk that night, found a road side motel, had dinner at the nearby cafe and slept.

The next day was hard. We covered 450kms, including a few long dirt bits but they were fine, with very little soft sand so far, except where Anthony did a fantastic skid and recovery in a split second and I managed to avoid that soft patch. But the majority of the road was incredible!!!! Very good condition, much less traffic. But the WIND!!!!!!! So so strong, for hours!!! Our necks got sore keeping our head ‘straight’. We finished off the day with a long, bad stretch outside Aqtobe. By the time we got to the city centre and spotted a hotel, we were so glad to stop and find a good bed. We slept for 11 hours!!!

When we woke up and realised how tired we were, we decided to stay over an extra day as we had to register with the police ( as tourists you have to register within 5 days of arrival) and I needed to get my chain adjusted. So we’ve had a leisurely day and we are ready to go to bed ahead of a new day on the road.

We’ll be camping tomorrow somewhere, so until next time…. Enjoy Anthony’s videos 🙂

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– Anne

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Kovda, northern Kazakhstan - a lovely village with intriguing statue

Kovda, northern Kazakhstan – a lovely village with intriguing statue

Close of Kovda's intriguing statue

Close up of Kovda’s intriguing statue

Wanted to get a photo of Anthony  in my rear view mirror - didn't quite manage but this photo shows the good and straight road ahead

Wanted to get a photo of Anthony in my rear view mirror – didn’t quite manage but this photo shows the good and straight road ahead

Our mechanic asked if he could take my bike for a spin round block - so off he went for 15' while his mate suggested I should take the Land Cruiser behind him instead

Our mechanic asked if he could take my bike for a spin round block – so off he went for 15′ while his mate suggested I should take the Land Cruiser behind him instead

Our friendly team of mechanics who helped us adjust the tension our chains.

Our friendly team of mechanics who helped us adjust the tension our chains.

Aqtobe's interesting Nurdaulet complex which includes a mosque, shopping centre, amusement park and zoo

Aqtobe’s interesting Nurdaulet complex which includes a mosque, shopping centre, amusement park and zoo

Nurdaulet mosque complex's lone giraffe obviously loves being stroked

Nurdaulet mosque complex’s lone giraffe obviously loves being stroked

Samara – last post until early August

Tomorrow morning, we head off to Kazakhstan, so this is our last post until around 3rd August, when we get to Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan, 2700 odd kms away. Because of the route we’re taking, heading south towards the Aral Sea, then onto Shymkent then east to Bishkek, we don’t expect to get much if any wifi.

It feels like the adventure is about to begin – the butterflies have been fluttering a little for me because of the state of the roads but I am so looking forward to camping and the open vast areas of Kazakhstan!!

Here are some images of our time in Samara – we haven’t had much time to explore it with all the work we’ve had to do but it has been very interesting and enjoyable.

Good bye ’til Bishkek – and wish us luck!!

– Anne

Typical Samara street - old and new

Typical Samara street – old and new

We see these great vans everywhere in Russia

We see these great vans everywhere in Russia

Samara street sign says it all

Samara street sign says it all

Church in Samara

Church in Samara

Pedestrian street leading to the riverfront - Samara

Pedestrian street leading to the riverfront – Samara

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Samara riverfont entertainers

Samara riverfont entertainers

Samara entertainer's collector

Samara entertainer’s collector

Samara riverfront at dusk

Samara riverfront at dusk

Sunset over the Volga at Samara

Sunset over the Volga at Samara

Out of Moscow

We enjoyed a delicious and leisurely breakfast knowing such luxury would not happen again for a long time, before loading up the bikes again and making our way to Samara as our next long stop.

It’s great how we can easily go from a local motel, with basic facilities, dubious decor and even more dubious bed covers to the luxury of a Hilton hotel (we may as well make the most of Anthony’s status with that chain) and then back again to cheap and cheerful. So long as I have my pillow, sleeping bag and sleeping bag liner, I can sleep anywhere.

First stop today, was a restaurant somewhere off one of Moscow’s ring roads and meet Max, a guy we have connected with via the Horizons Unlimited group to travel through Myanmar. Max is our Myanmar trip coordinator and lives in Moscow so we all thought it would be good to meet up before we all get together in India in October.

Max and Anthony

Max and Anthony

Moscow Transport Museum

Moscow Transport Museum

Finding the location of the restaurant was a little challenging with the ring road under construction, and several on and off ramps closed or moved. Anyway, we turned off at a new junction and travelled in the direction of the suburb we needed. Eventually, we thought we should stop and give Max a call as we were now doubting we were on the right road. Right across from where we had pulled over, I spotted a guy waiving at us. It happens a bit to us, so I waved back. We were outside what looked like an old army place, so after he waived again, I wondered whether we were not meant to stop there. And then I thought, Max?? Yes it was him! We had stopped literally across the road from where he was waiting for us to guide us into the ‘army’ place!! Synchronicity or guardian angels once again…

The place was in fact Moscow’s Vadim Zadorozhny Technical museum! A fantastic place, full of all sorts of old military equipment in the open air, and vintage cars.

It was great to meet Max – we are so lucky he has the time and energy to coordinate the Myanmar trip for us and speaks fantastic English. Meeting Max and then making the most of this museum was so worthwhile, too bad for our ‘schedule’ today. We would have to ride later than expected. We eventually set off at 1pm.

The only way I can describe today is: it was horrid riding but a hilarious day!!

The traffic jams all around Moscow were absolutely horrendous – really tested our clutch hand and slow riding to the limit. The traffic jams are due to the fact that every single bridge, including all the ones over small creeks, are being rebuilt, so lanes go from 3 or 6 in places, down to one or two. Then the main turn offs into the city centre do the same and cause massive traffic jams kilometres before the turn off. A number of bikes went by us in the fast lane along the central median strip, a couple even waved at us to do the same. But we had seen a number of police bikes pulling various bikes, we didn’t want to risk it. But after 2.5 hours and only 25kms, a police car with its sirene and flashing lights came though that ‘lane’ and we immediately took the opportunity to follow it. It was brilliant!! The police car got every car to make way for it and we followed. Too easy and thank goodness we did!! Our own police escort we thought!! So we eventually made another 25kms in 30′!!

After the ring road, we needed the M5 heading to Samara. Silly us thinking the road would be sign posted!! Lucky I can read the road signs. But when a big intersection came up with other town names we hadn’t seen before and no Samara, a police bike which we had just let through and thanked us for moving over for him, suddenly waved at us, pointing forward, guessing where we were headed for. So we followed him. A shortwhile later, at a traffic light Anthony stopped beside him to acknowledge his help. As the lights turned to green, he made a sign that we should follow him. So we did. This time, it was a true police escort!!! We followed him for about 30′, past more traffic jams, and through villages, at 75 miles/ hr!! It was hilarious!!

The mileage we did today is pitiful, a mere 260kms, but thank goodness for both those policemen or we would still be in Moscow now. While the odd photo of roads posted here so far show beautiful roads, they are not all like that but only on those can we safely pull over and stop with very fast traffic going by.

Road side stalls outside Ryazan

Road side stalls outside Ryazan


No idea what these  'garden decorations' are all about!

No idea what these ‘garden decorations’ are all about!


We are now in Ryazan, at a road side motel. My Russian is so scratchy it is frustrating, but we are managing. Everyone here is extremely friendly and helpful. Although it is a very basic motel, it has working wi-fi!!

Time for bed as we have a long journey ahead.

– Anne

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Moscow Vadim Zadorozhny Technical Museum

Moscow Vadim Zadorozhny Technical Museum