Globe Gallivanting- motorbiking across the world

The next morning our new police escorts were hardcore to the max!  We had two trucks full of serious police with mounted machine guns on the trucks.  They relayed seamlessly with each other until we reached the county border.    Then everything relaxed slightly, and the escorts allowed us to ride on ahead, and stop when we wanted.  We travelled with the Uruguayans- the German had stayed behind to put his bike on a train to Islamabad.  The scenery started to improve, and the rivers were bright blue, and there were pretty caves in the rocks.  Possibly they housing Bin Laden, it was definitely his neck of the woods.  Kingfishers fluttered past.  Buffaloes bathed in the mud.   Adam & Eve giggled in the bushes… It was incredibly hot, but the riding was excellent.  The boys stopped to pour buckets of water onto their heads from the wells.  We stopped to recover and drink sugar, and gathered an enormous crowd of pleased onlo...

The next day we set off in convoy, sat in the truck.  We opted for the rear of the truck and started in a buoyant mood, chatting rubbish and settling in on our drybags.  The Uruguayans followed us.  The German put up his hammock.  The Uruguayan boys jumped in with us, and we all had a party. A stop for tea in a little shack in the desert saw us taking more gun photos, at the escorts instigation.       We hopped back in, high on sugar and pleased with our adventures. Then the road deteriorated.  It wasn’t the best to start with, but now it really took the word ‘road’ to its limits.  We bounced over horizontal stripes across the metalled road, and were flung from side to side.  It became impossible to sit in the back of the truck, so we stood and ‘surfed’ the bouncing, balancing on the balls of our feet for hours.  The sun hit my face and turned me a pleasant shade of beetroot.  I wrapped my hijab all the way round my head and c...