Canada: the conductor for the drunken nights
Everything that begins has an end. A world tour by motorcycle must end returning to the starting point. And that I will make traveling to New York from Alaska to send my BMW, Bold, to Spain. When you get, will have completed the circle of the planet but that was never my goal. My goals are other. Spanish explorers forgotten I pursue to achieve a document quality photographic and audiovisual. The circumnavigation of the globe on two wheels has been done many times and many more will. As experience is of the most intense I know, but as literary enterprise is seen as something, maybe even too. Currently we run the risk of tiring trivialized and reaches saturation to force travelers embark on the road with the sole purpose of having their experiences in social networks to become famous or have followers.
As experience is of the most intense I know, but as literary enterprise is seen as something, maybe even too
Abandono Valdez, Spanish city named world's northernmost, founded by Salvador Fidalgo in the eighteenth century and head for the nearby Anchorage, de facto capital of Alaska (not legal), where knobby tires will change the TKC 80 I have been following the whole trip for a pure road: los Continental Trail Attack, because now I have clear that most of the trip I'll do it on good asphalt.
Anchorage is a nondescript town with little to offer, so take the opportunity to do a review on the Motorcycle Shop. As I update with videos and reports pending, I leave for Fairbanks through the great national park Denaly. From the road you can see clearly the great and sharp rocky peak Mckinley, the highest mountain in the United States with more than six thousand feet. This colossus is a perfect metaphor for human vanity of explorers. The Athabascan natives had simply looked at it and called it Denaly. But, when the miners of the Gold Rush first saw it, felt uncontrollable desire to climb.
And 1906 Dr. Frederick Albert Cook claimed to have managed to reach the summit and published a book that catapulted him to fame. Some of her former colleagues organized a later expedition to prove that his claim was false than a wooden euro. The photographs shown on return, nearly identical to those of Cook, had been taken to thirty miles from the top. But by then the good doctor was already involved in another controversy with Robert Peary on who had actually reached the North Pole. Following a review of the respective tests, Cook sank into disrepute, later went to jail for fraud oil and place of McKinley photographed as if the top is called today "Fake Peak", o sea, False Peak. This story reminds me of the hype, if not vile lies told some stories also motorcyclists.
The place of McKinley photographed as if the top is called today "Fake Peak", o sea, False Peak
Little would last the good intentions that I had made to put road tires. A hundred miles before reaching Fairbanks is Cantwell. Held Grasshoper a music festival and from there is a track unpaved 180 kilometers called Denaly Highway leading towards the east. I decide to spend the night here, enjoy the atmosphere and the gravel atrochar morning even without carrying the best covers for it. The result providential because it will stop the reunion with Domingo Ortego, Alaska is traveling and with whom he coincided in coming to Valdez. Together they embark on the march through the wildest and pure nature.
The track is not complicated except for the smear that is formed with rain. The firm is good and great stage, unmitigated grand. Browse this part of the planet is a real prize. I takes looking since I landed in Canada from the Philippines. Asia I was overwhelmed by the heat and overcrowding. People everywhere. But there are no people. There is hardly anyone but some shopkeepers who try to make a profit with summer tourism. They are peculiar types who live here. Individualists, enigmatic and somewhat sullen. They are people who fled and tried something a new existence more difficult but far from a society that did not like. People like the late Christopher Mcandles, Towards the idealist Wilds boy who died of hunger and cold in a bus abandoned in this area so far.
People like the late Christopher Mcandles, Towards the idealist Wilds boy who died of hunger and cold in a bus abandoned in this area so far
The large spaces, the vast plains, the high mountains, the boundless lakes ... everything here that nature conspires to make man feel his smallness, its insignificance, finitude and the shortness of a short life. Maybe that's why men are divided between those who wanted revenge subjecting the planet to its technological power and those who have tried to adhere to this abrupt surface without disturbing, asking permission to admire its grandeur. I'm not sure where I am located. Respect the monster, I love his kindness and cruelty fear, I like the molestarle, spend as air, stroking without invading; but at the same time excites me the internal combustion engine. The roar of burning gasoline and projecting myself feeling against the horizon. My life would be meaningless without the motorcycle. Has given me almost everything. I am what I am because of that one day I got on a.
At the end of the track we found a group of cyclists pedaling Argentines seeking to return home across the Americas. I admire. I know they are more consistent than I do with the philosophy of respect for Mother Earth and bum economy. If I can barely carry anything superfluous, your luggage is even more content. I envy their autonomy, not depend on petrol, but I still think my way of traveling is the real gift from God that I believe I entered the Cathedral of Uzbekistan, many thousands of kilometers. We share a meager lunch sitting on the floor while a curious rodent sniffing prairie about who we are. They carry several days of effort to explore this path which has cost us several hours of fun. A few miles there is a hotel. We agree to meet there at dusk. They camp but I offer the shower in my room and a few beers when they arrive. It will be another of those nights shared between staking travelers going the long road of happiness at the end of World.
An accumulation of poles, signs and signs of the most remote places. Some are even Europe
When we got to Tok, Alaska last town before the border with Canada, dismissal to Sunday and I find Alicia Sornosa. Comes from Fairbanks and together we will go to Calgary, where we expect Fernando Quemada and Sunday to go to Yellowstone. Together will cross the Yukon and British Columbia on the Alaska Highway. In Watson Lake we stop to visit one of those bullshit like so much Americans: the forest of traffic signs world's largest. An accumulation of poles, signs and signs of the most remote places. Some are even Europe. But, Spanish nothing so I let one of my stickers stuck on Route Forgotten Explorers and we route.
We have to go through a large territory of great purity called Grand Prairy. Or what amounts to the same: The Great Meadow. The buffalo roam at will, the same as the wild horses and even a black bear scrawny to be freshly awakened from its hibernation. Further south, we reached the last glaciers of …. Surrounded by this thriving and haughty Nature, one cannot help but feel like one of those eighteenth-century pioneers who sought a future by exploring the vast expanses of the New World at the expense of their own health and safety.. This category of people described it hard and perfectly stubborn Frenchman Alexis de Tocqueville on a delightful little book entitled Fifteen days in the American wilderness. We took some more time here but we do not stop to marvel at this beautiful earth that man has not yet succeeded completely corrupt.
Canada benefits from the protection offered by the U.S. military cloak, but nevertheless looks with disdain and self-sufficiency
While doing night in a roadside motel, Americans agree with some bikers. They come from Seattle bound for Alaska. It is common practice that when we have where we come from and where we are greatly surprised with our trip. Had a few beers and chatted about the differences between U.S. and Canada. Although for a European are similar in both forms, in its gigantism and their landscapes, for me, Canada is much more livable. The atmosphere is less tense, socially relaxed, not prone to patriotic extremism and weapons both Spanish traveler creak that runs USA. Americans settle, at least in part. They try to explain their point of view. Canada benefits from the protection offered by the U.S. military cloak, but nevertheless looks with disdain and self-sufficiency.
- You know what I mean "designated driver"?—me dicen.
Seat. Literally, the designated driver is one who in drunken nights have to stay sober to take home the rest of drunk buddies.
'Well, Canada is the designated driver of America-laugh.
