The West. Sherpa country.
Hi Dan,
The roads (tracks) went from being well made farm track quality to very rough,pot holed, gravel covered and corrugated in surface. The Sherpa handled very well , amazing in fact, considering it was days of constant battering and bouncing. Thud, thud, thud etc. With the strong tail wind behind me, I had my hands on the brakes all day, dodging the holes and gravel piles at top speed. A German motor cyclist rode up along side me at one pint and commented on how I was good at finding the best way along the route and that he has followed my tracks all day. He chatted a bit more, headed off, then skidded off at the next bend. Unhurt, I am glad to say. But what a beast to try and pick up. Luckily he had a friend not fat behind to help. In the West Fjiords, I was almost knocked off my bike by an attack of the Arctic Terns cycling past a nesting beach, tapping my helmet and flying at my face. wow! I heard a few days later that this had happened to another cyclist who got one of the terns stuck in the webbing of his helmet, which was highly alarming.Having your head slapped about as it tried to free itself.
The trip in the Skywagon was amazing. I didn't realise how small these things are. The bike just fitted in with wheels and seat off. A real treat getting to go up.
al the best
SN
