The Journey Dwelling: A Trans Euro Path Story, Half 2

We revealed the primary a part of Owen Howells’ story and pictures about driving the Trans Euro Path in Albania in our Nov. 2022 Journey Concern and on our web site right here. What follows is Half 2, which additionally seems in our July 2023 Journey Concern. –Ed.

With the Albanian a part of the Trans Euro Path in my mirrors, there remained the small matter of getting my battle-hardened 1982 BMW R 80 G/ST again residence to the U.Okay. Having ridden the Albanian TET from south to north, I ended up close to the Montenegro border, and for the reason that TET by Bosnia and Herzegovina and Croatia goes north, it was a viable possibility for the trip residence. I had been touring for 4 weeks, and I had two weeks left earlier than I needed to be again at work.

Bosnian and Croatian Trans Euro Path

The paths by Bosnia and Herzegovina have been smoother and fewer difficult than what I’d confronted in Albania, so I used to be in a position to trip quicker and canopy extra floor in a day.

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My closely laden Airhead was surprisingly adept at a little bit of mischief within the corners, skidding the again finish with a great jab on the drum brake on entry and getting sideways with low-end grunt on the way in which out. Humps and bumps allowed a little bit of airtime, although considerably restricted by the short-travel suspension bottoming out because the bike returned to terra firma.

Extremely, after a month of driving, with most days spent on the Trans Euro Path, I had but to fulfill one other journey rider, so I used to be happy once I pulled into Mostar and was greeted by three Germans. 

“Are you additionally driving the TET?” they requested. I suppose the shabby state of my bike, its knobby tires, and my overloaded baggage had given me away.

From then on, I encountered a gradual stream of TET riders heading south – Germans, Austrians, Poles, and Estonians – on Honda Africa Twins, KTM 1190 Adventures, and BMW R 1250 GSs. However the taste of the month was clearly the Yamaha Ténéré 700. It appeared each different bike on the path was a T7, which is hardly a shock. It’s an excellent wanting, targeted journey bike with an engine capability that makes lots of sense for off-roading.

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Buoyed by frequent chats with fellow path fanatics, I rode at a spirited tempo, however my 40-year-old BMW was a bit worse for put on. The highest field hung awkwardly off the again after the rear rack had snapped in two locations, and the rear brake was nearly ineffective. I made a working restore on the rack with cable ties and duct tape after which limped to the attractive Ramsko Lake for my in a single day cease.

Repairs, Land Mines, and a Tit on the TET

I discovered a storage within the lakeside village, and whereas the mechanic took care of welding the rack, I investigated the rear wheel. The entire drum space was soaked in oil, brought on by just a few bolts within the bevel drive case working unfastened. I put thread locker on the bolts, retightened them, and cleaned the drum and footwear in addition to I may.

After breakfast and low in Kupres, I rejoined the TET heading to Glamoc. A gaggle of TET riders had warned me about impassable snow on this part, so I proceeded with warning. I rode for an hour into the hills earlier than seeing the primary patch of snow. Circumstances appeared good, and I crested the best level on the map with no issues.

Tender-arse Ténéré riders, I assumed, remembering my challenges in Albania. They in all probability simply rode off the showroom ground. They don’t know wrestle!

As I started my descent, a large blanket of snow lined the path. It didn’t appear too dangerous, so I simply eased off a little bit and ready for much less traction. Nearly instantly the entrance wheel plunged right into a foot of snow, abruptly halting my progress. The rear wheel dug a trench till it spun freely. I used to be dealing with downhill, however the bike wouldn’t budge.

I dismounted, surveyed the scenario, and scouted forward on foot. The impenetrable subject of snow continued so far as I might be bothered to stroll. It could be a protracted, arduous trip again the way in which I got here, however urgent forward was unimaginable.

My bike was impressively caught, wedged within the deep snow. Retreating meant that I wanted to get the BMW rotated. I attempted pushing the bike to start a three-point flip, however it held quick.

The recommendation on the TET website is evident: By no means try the TET by yourself. After all, numpties like me disregard this recommendation, and moments like this show the folly of that call. Contemplating my choices, I shuddered on the considered strolling 10 miles again to civilization to get assist to retrieve my bike, all of the whereas hoping somebody with sturdy pals wouldn’t steal it earlier than I bought again. 

I remembered the instances in Wales once I’d develop into equally caught in mud. One method is to lean the bike to its facet and use the cylinder head as a fulcrum to lever the wheels off the bottom. Then, with a lot grunting and cursing, you possibly can drag the bike out of the issue space. The levering labored, however even with the baggage eliminated, the BMW was too heavy to pull uphill. A minimum of I used to be in a position to spin it round so it was pointing the suitable manner.

After I tried to trip out, the boxer Twin’s large cylinders sank into the snow, and the rear wheel once more spun helplessly. I donned my winter gloves, dug out the snow across the bike, and created a ramp that I lined with fallen branches and sticks to assist maintain the tires afloat. Although surrounded by snow, I used to be sizzling and sweaty from my efforts. I fired up the bike, pushed with all my would possibly, and dropped the clutch. The rear wheel dug into the slushy mud simply sufficient to climb onto the carpet of sticks, and I made my manner again to dry land.

I used to be relieved to have gotten out of a nasty spot, however it was my cavalier perspective that bought me into that scenario. I take all of it again, Mr. Ténéré. You have been proper, and I used to be positively unsuitable!

With my tail between my legs, I trundled again down the hill, having wasted 4 hours and made it no nearer to residence. I discovered an alternate path on the map and determined that, though it gave the impression to be tougher going, it was preferable to doubling all the way in which again to the street. Exhaustion was setting in, and I dropped my bike once more.

Quickly I got here throughout an indication that crammed me with dread: a cranium and crossbones on a pink background with MИHE! (mine!) in huge, daring letters. Regardless that the Yugoslav Wars ended greater than 20 years in the past, war-torn buildings and homes riddled with bullet holes are nonetheless a standard sight within the Balkans. Efforts have been made to clear land mines, however they’re nonetheless a hazard in some distant areas. The TET web site warns riders to not go off the path the place land mine indicators are current, and I used to be completely satisfied to heed the recommendation. However the path I used to be on, which wasn’t a part of the official TET, wasn’t clearly outlined. After a really cautious 21-point flip, I lastly headed again to the principle street.

A Drag Race at an Deserted Airbase

After just a few robust days on the TET in Bosnia and Herzegovina, I adopted quicker paved roads to achieve Zeljava, an deserted airbase on the Bosnia/Croatia border. I wasn’t positive what to anticipate upon arrival, however there have been no indicators or gates to dam entry. I rode previous a rusting Douglas C-47 transport aircraft and proper onto the huge runway.

Zeljava was constructed within the late Nineteen Forties to be an indestructible Soviet airbase, with a labyrinth of giant interconnecting tunnels buried deep into the mountain able to housing tons of of fighter jets and defending them from a nuclear blast. The bottom was partially destroyed in the course of the Yugoslav Wars within the ’90s, and it has been deserted ever since. Although technically off-limits, the native police bought so uninterested in kicking folks out that they now not trouble. In the present day the massive blast doorways sit completely open, inviting investigation by the curious.

I wasn’t the one one at Zeljava that day. With a kilometer-long runway, there have been scores of different bikers competing in run-what-ya-brung drag races. My Airhead bought completely embarrassed by a BMW F 800, a Honda VFR800, and a Ducati Multistrada. Even with my stomach on the tank, I barely scratched the ton!

From there onwards, the Croatian TET was superb, with winding woodland trails culminating in elevated views of the Adriatic Sea close to the Slovenian border.

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Altitude Illness

After driving by Slovenia and attending a buddy’s marriage ceremony in Italy, I had solely three days till I wanted to be again at work, so the ultimate jaunt was largely a road-going affair. However it will’ve been impolite to cross the Alps with out sampling no less than one off-road path. For bragging rights, I needed to summit the best unpaved cross in Europe, however I’d heard it was too snowy on the prime, and I didn’t need to repeat that mistake.

As an alternative, I opted for an unpaved navy street constructed within the late 1800s that climbs up a 9,200-foot mountain within the Cottian Alps in northwestern Italy, close to the French border. Perched close to the highest of the mountain is Fort Jafferau, which was accomplished in 1898 and utilized in each world wars.

In comparison with what I’d confronted in Albania, the path wasn’t a problem, however the altitude positive was. Within the skinny air, my previous Beemer wheezed like an asthmatic, barely in a position to energy itself up the hill and continuously dropping to 1 cylinder.

Bike points apart, the path as much as the fort was one of many highlights of my multiweek journey, although driving in a pitch-black, 876-meter-long tunnel by the mountain jangled my nerves. A half day spent within the hills meant I had a more durable, quicker trip to catch the ferry, however it was solely price it.

The Remaining Push on the Trans Euro Path

Crossing France in a heatwave through toll roads was torture on my previous R 80. All I may do was drone on, squinting on the vibrant solar made hazy by a graveyard of bugs on my faceshield whereas being blasted by sizzling air and vibrated into numbness by the knobbies. Gasoline stops allowed a couple of minutes in air con, however I needed to pay by the nostril for crummy ethanol-laced petrol.

You don’t hear a lot about this a part of street journeys. It’s all about Instagram moments of unforgettable experiences, unbelievable roads, and pals made alongside the way in which. However except you could have limitless time, there comes some extent the place you’ve bought to munch some severe miles, and infrequently is it enjoyable. At instances like these, I dream about being on a giant, clean, trendy sport-tourer – and even higher, in a automotive with the A/C on full blast, a plethora of snacks to graze on, and a great podcast to cross the time.

I needed to push tougher to get it over with, however the R 80’s engine had different concepts. The warmth took its toll, and the bike started working tough. The following morning, I checked the valve clearances when the engine was chilly. The exhaust valve on the suitable cylinder was tight, which was not stunning given the 5,000 miles I’d ridden since leaving residence – and the going had been tough.

Because of the simplicity of the Airhead’s pushrods and rocker arms, the valve adjustment took just a few minutes, and I used to be quickly again on the street with the engine working clean.

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Reflections on the R 80 G/ST

As I sat in a quiet cafe in Ouistreham, France, ready for my ferry to the U.Okay., I admired my R 80 G/ST parked throughout the street, with its patina of dents, scratches, rust, and dust accrued throughout my six-week journey. After I completed my ST-to-GS conversion, I’d created a stupendous and distinctive bike, one worthy of holding pristine for posing at a city sq. or bike meet. 

Has it misplaced potential resale worth? Nearly definitely, however the worth of the recollections is price much more to me. Each scuff on the paint is a reminder of the adventures we’ve had collectively, and each scratch is a memento of the struggles we overcame on the journey of a lifetime.

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