Tag: Scooters

  • Bali Conclusion

    Bali Conclusion

    Perfectly sandwiching my arrival at Dell three and a half years prior, Yuyin and I decided to swap one Pacific island for another.

    Ostensibly to celebrate the wedding of Nelson and Christina, it was also a great opportunity to catch up with old friend Rich and plot some serious R&R time. Opting to stay in the heart of teeming Seminyak, it landed us within striking distance of some fantastic beaches, beautiful tourist spots and great food.

    Anyway, here are some of my highlights:

    Splish splash – no complaints about the pool in our villa
    Ken calls from Taiwan and I make sure proceedings are interrupted for a quick call.
    Standard issue Aviator shot
    A blow-out on the ride up to Bedegul meant an emergency tyre swap – and this was after running out of fuel earlier on in the journey!
    Easy rider (s)
    Sadly, this was the view for much of the trip around the local area – traffic and overcrowding.

     

    Potato Head

    This trip to Bali was a professional inspiration for two reasons; one, an eye-opening trip to the extravagant new bar ‘Potato Head Beach Club’, and second a trip to the motorcycle custom shop, Deus Ex Machina (more of that later).

    Utilising authentically used shutters from around the island, they have constructed an egg-shaped cocoon structure, wrapping up a little slice of Malibu from the other side of the Pacific ocean. Locating ourselves at the back, huge waves were framed by the building on the sides, and an infinity pool at the base. The sense of occasion upon arrival was matched well with the prices of the drinks – we opted for a ‘cocktail to share’ and could barely scrape ourselves off the sofa by the time we reached the bottom of the glass.

    Blue skies
    Windows
    The entrance gangway up the side of the building
    Tremedous view of the ocean, punctuated by palm trees and beautiful people
    The start of our destruction
    A very handsome-looking communal dining area
    The infinity pool (keeping the great unwashed at bay, beyond)
    Shutters lining the roof inside

    A very nicely executed aesthetic (which looked fabulous at night, by the way) but amazingly only sporting a single set of toilets for the entire bar, and apparently everyone gets wet when it rains; not so cool.

    Sign of the times, their website is ‘on progress’ while their Facebook page is clearly thriving.

    Padang Padang Beach

    Away from the main tourist drag in Kuta and Seminyak, there are some fabulous beaches. Jimbaran to the south is littered with the things and we pretty much had to flip a coin to pick one. Padang Padang won out, and after a little while looking for it, it revealed itself as a charming little cove with light surf, tucked away at the base of a cliff and beyond a dramatic walk down via a seam in the rock.

    The entrance route could not have been better designed
    Prepping our equipment
    My view for much of the day
    I have been using a Sony Reader of late and enjoyed being able to take a stack of books with me to the beach.
    I would not want to do this with an iPad
    Yuyin clearly enjoying herself!
    Panoramic view – click for more details
    … and one from the other angle
    Tools of the trade
    Surfs up at the end of the day

     

    Menega Cafe

    Some of my most memorable food on my last trip here with Rich, was at Menega Cafe, down in Jimbaran. Clams and shrimp doused in a deliciously tangy sauce were washed down perfectly with a couple of Bintangs, another gorgeous sunset, and gawping at the tourists taking embarrassing photographs of each other.

    A long-suffering husband followed his wife up and down the beach, looking for the perfect shot
    It was all we could do to contain our laughter
    Yuyin expressing her love for Spongebob
    Wicked, wicked food
    One interesting thing was plotting the rise of Chinese tourists to Bali. Simplified Chinese had knocked out traditional script, and hopeful streetfood sellers were daubing their flag over their carts in hope of attracting their business.
    The tasty carcinogen zone

    Tanah Lot Temple

    Since both Yuyin and I had been to Bali before and ticked off many of the main tourist tick boxes, we were able to focus on some lesser-known attractions. One that had escaped my net last time was Tanah Lot – an extraordinary outcrop of rock populated with decorations and religious ornament. While fully detached at high-tide, at low tide one is able to wander around it with hundreds of other like-minded individuals. As is often the case though, step a few metres away from the obvious main path, and you are rewarded with near solitude.

    The temple from above
    Yuyin taking photos of me taking photos
    Caught in the act
    Interesting rock formations
    Returning back to civilisation
    Happy!
    One of the nearby outcrops, with a refreshing lack of safety equipment between visitors and the rocks below
    Bali roof details

     

    Deus Ex Machina

    There was no struggle. They caught me hook, line and sinker. Custom motorbikes. Custom surf and skateboards. Custom bicycles. Great food. Cute girls. Fantastic architecture. Impeccable story. I stood no hope, and bought what Deus Ex Machina really wanted my there for; their booming t-shirt and clothing business. But my oh my, such fantastic concept and execution. Please let me work here. I want to be you.

    Started in Australia, expanding to the USA, it makes perfect sense to have a location metres away from the pro-surf hot spot of Indonesia. I stood no chance.
    The starting point; some utterly stock Yamaha sports bikes.
    What you end up with – a slice of attitude. Sign me up.
    While also working over British classics and American slabs of iron, I appreciated the fact that they had no qualms working with more modest local starting points.
    What you can expect if you drop a little more cash; Dues Ex Machina – 'The Mono'
    Touring the facilities.
    Panel bashing – I wonder if the company owners have more ergonomic chairs.
    Ideas for my future tool shed

    And on to their surf boards and other toys…

    Birth
    Impeccable graphics and choice of colours and materials
    Almost ready for its first test drive
    Yes, they have their own fully kitted-out photography studio
    The real reason we were all here today
    The collection of buildings near Canggu beach

    Canggu Beach

    Canggu beach makes for a more rugged experience than most of the other locations. Bigger surf, more aggressive waves in-shore and less cover meant it was limited to us, some pro-surfers, and some local horse riders. No trinket peddlers and a more raw atmosphere was a refreshing change from the manicured spots on the rest of the island.

    Surf's up
    Sunset on horseback

    So that’s it … came, saw … and bought the t-shirt (willingly I might add).

    Cheers!
  • Scooter Justice

    Rich is back in town, and he has not ridden a scooter since December. It is such a fantastic reminder of just how much fun piloting these things is – especially when the daily routine of getting to work in the rain takes its toll.

    A great weekend was certainly had by all – road trip, big night out and long exhaustive conversations well into the night with earth-shakingly important conclusions – if you could just rememember what the question was.


    Steve at speed


    Top Gun

  • Rich – The Return

    It’s old news, but the flip side to this international lifestyle or galavanting off to Korea and Japan for the weekend is that friends tend to do the same and galavant off for good. I have had several close friends do this, but when Rich left at Christmas it really left rather a big hole.

    It was with this in mind that I was particularly looking forward to him coming back to wrap up his life before heading off for pastures bright and shiny. I took the day off on Friday and we planned (well, I say, plan – it mostly involved just waking up) and rode off around the north of the island and chilling at the beach, shooting several months of breeze that had been lacking.


    At the peak of Yangming Shan


    Camera around my neck… and on timer for some fun results


    Sign of the times


    An amazing hour spent on the beach trapped between the mountains, the Pacific Ocean and a sunset to melt any ice cap


    The boys are back in town


    Speed demon


    Helmet cam


    Look ma’ no hands! – riding into the sunset

  • Wulai Road Trip

    Grabbed a few guys for my birthday, and we blasted out of Taipei to enjoy the waterfall in Wulai…


    The don


    Chaney gives turns on the charm


    Reflecting upon things.


    Like a bat out of hell

  • Korea

    Other countries in Asia – Japan, Hong Kong and China – I had already developed a relatively strong impression for well before I moved out East. Korea, on the other hand, was a place for which my perception has definitely been influenced by my Taiwanese compatriots. That is certainly not to say it is a well-formed and balanced opinion, since it is mainly based on A. the spicy food in the restaurants here B. the Korean soap operas that are all the rage here, and C. gossip from Taiwanese girls that all Korean girls have had plastic surgery.

    Thankfully, except for the spicy food, all my perceptions were readily challenged by what I experienced!

    One of the main reasons I wanted to head out here was that Daniel Fertig, one of neighbours while growing up, had moved here with his wife Michelle and kids Anna and Sumi. I had not really ever had a chance to chat properly to Michelle and Dan and I have plotted pretty divergent courses up to this point that we ended up on the same side of the world together. It sounds strange, but it is nice to know that someone else is going through some of the same things that I am, and that my parents and his parents can talk about our strange stories.


    The writing is on the wall – Korean grafitti


    Jade leaves behind the spiciest meal of the holiday


    Shoes


    Admiring the roof


    One thing I liked about Korean buildings is they seemed to use much more colour than in Taiwan or certainly Japan; though I suspect it might be because they repaint regularly.


    Jade enjoys one of my jokes


    x


    High contrast


    Not at all Korean, but I thought it looked cool in the clear sunshine – shame it did not have Korean writing on it!


    Shiny door nobs


    Jade smiles for the camera


    The middle aged men of Korea were super cool. Aleays kind of hanging around, and often dressed in the most wicked suits you could imagine.


    I want to be him!


    Building bridges


    Hanging out in the markets


    Obligatory motorbike pics – this guy really went to town


    Similarly mental mods as the Taiwanese


    Jade looks radiant


    More shoes


    Korean Ginseng


    Sliding doors

    One of the pleasures of the trip was hanging out with super cute Anna and Sumi … we went up the cable car to check out the view and it was a grand day out!


    Stomp


    Anna – just slightly bolder


    And Sumi – very shy, but adorable! ( I hope I got them the right way round..)


    Are we going up there?


    Dad Dan looks pleased


    Ridin’ the cable car


    Cheap kicks had by all


    Now what?!


    DOG DOG!!!


    Sipin’ on the Sunup


    Jade and I on top of the world

  • Duck : Be Pure

    I haven’t put a post up in a little while, so i think it is worth getting it running again with a classic ‘Scooter English’ post. I should also point out that there is a large collection of other ones at the link here.


    Duck – Be Pure – 125 SP – To resist drugs and violence


    And while I am at it – it is essential to show this image from a recent trip to a waterfall in Wulai with Rich. In(s)ane.

  • Tokyo Drift

    Some bikes … just for you.

  • Green Island

    I am definitely getting slower at writing the blog at the moment – much of the reason for this is because I have a new distraction in my life, in the form of an Apple MacBook. I have spent many happy and unhappy hours fiddling, fettling and making things work in the way I want. Finally, I have backed up the whole web site, and things are returning to normal, somewhat.

    So, these words a touch old but I hope they are still okay.

    Mum & Dad’s second visit to the island was a welcome break from the ups and downs of life in Taiwan. I really needed it, though I did not realise just how much until I saw them face to face in their hotel room. The benefits of Skype, especially, have meant that we are in very close contact much of the time, even if I really should call home more often.

    Veterans of Taiwan, we decided to head away from the smog of Taipei and away to the tropical south of the island. However, as you will see we managed to choose the ‘tropical storm’ variety of the term to accompany us on our way down south.

    The first aeroplane delayed, then cancelled. After a two hour wait we finally boarded and were on our way. It was about half way through the flight that el capitain informed us that weather conditions were difficult on the final approach, ie: they could not find the runway through the clouds. The second aeroplane made it to Taidong, and then returns to Taipei.

    These delays were already quite enough for me, so I cannot really imagine how dispiriting it was the folks as their bodies were still navigating jet lag. So it was with this that the final aeroplane of the day boarded, minutes before we were considering renting a car or staying in and watching Television. Aeroplane three lands in Taidong!


    Rather a slap in the face!

    I remained in fairly close communication with Erin and she made sure that the local travel agent in the south knew to pick us up, and he gleefully drove us down to the dock side, all the while chewing betelnuts and spitting the bloody expectorant into a cup on the dash board. Arriving at the dock side, it was clear he and his wife shared the same past time – she also looks as if she had wrestled an impala to death on the planes of Africa.

    A short wait, some food and finally we board our boat for Green Island.

    It was pretty clear from the get-go that many of the people on board had never been on a boat before. The crossing is notoriously choppy, so we nabbed our seats near the back, away from the bow and the inevitible lurching. As we breached the main harbour wall screams of joy erupted from the front as people enjoyed being chucked around by the waves. Screams were replaced by silence, and silence by the sounds of fifty Taipei land lubbers on their first (and surely last) boat trip. Indeed, I personally felt pretty uncomfortable by the end and was glad to be on land again.


    Before the waves

    The traditonal thing to do on Green Island is to rent scooters and buzz off around the island chasing a stream of people doing exactly the same thing. We were not completely sold on the idea, but upon seeing the weather reports we thought it would be better than braving wind and wet up in the hills. And it was really, really worth it.

    We snatched a quick ride after renting the scooters in the evening and headed out as far as we risked taking the fuel tanks (thoughtfully siphoned off, bottled and resold by the friendly locals). I had my girl on the back (Mum) and Dad had a steely look in his eye that I am pretty sure I only ever saw once before. Dennis Hopper I think. Certainly he had some sort of sound track that I would have loved to have been in!


    Easy Rider(s)

    The next morning brought more grey weather, rain and wind. But it didn’t really matter as it can only get so cold in the south of Taiwan. The island is certainly beautiful, baron and even more battered by nature than the rest of the island. Passing the occasional army camp slowly sliding into obscurity and rot it was clear that this place was probably not highest on the list of places the young men were enlisted to.


    Gotcha


    Waves smash into the rocks


    Dad tastes the salt spray


    Stand still!


    Dad made me do it – Mum enjoys her camera


    Not quite the same as a Norton … but still the thrill of the open road claims this survivor of the 60s


    Looking towards the southern tip of the island


    Dad tests another ‘tai wan pi jiu’


    There is no escape from 7-11 – students seem to fill many of the nooks and crannies of the island, as they came to celebrate their graduations


    Lampah

    We were also lucky enough to be on the island for the first England game of the world cup … thus initiating the frustration and pain of the coming weeks, and all in glorious Japanese mono. For those that are interested, here is a quick introduction to some terms in Japanese:

    Corner Kick = “koh nah ki kuh”
    Crouch = “krow chu”
    Shoot! + “shu tu!”
    Lampard = “lan pah du” (also directly translated as ‘cock’ in Taiwanese)

    The fun of the journey to the island was neatly mirrored on the way back to Taipei. The boat trip was marginally smoother and the betelnut-crazed tourist guide picked us up again. It was pretty clear straight away that we were in for more fun and games, and this was confirmed as we slowly saw the colours on the schedule change from green, to orange and finally red (bad news).


    Time for catching up on Chinese homework

    In the wait, we managed to squeeze in a trip to see the balmy delights of downtown Taidong. It didn’t take long. A Japanese-style Western-style steak restaurant, a pile of magazines and some quick coffees and we were on our way back to the airport. Nerves were marginally frayed after we heard the news that the east coast train line had been knocked out, but within minutes they finally announced the golden tickets and allowed us to board one of their fleet of grounded aircraft.


    “Can we PLEASE go back to Taipei?”


    Almost…


    …nearly…


    WE LANDED AGAIN! – to glorious sunshine though?

    Ironically, within half an hour of taking off we were flying in wonderfully clear and calm conditions and I was able to pick out our route home out of the window. I was more than a little alarmed when I realised we were heading way further east than I expected, making a heading direct for Taoyuan and the international airport. Not again! The last time I came back from Kending we ditched there (that time we were struck by lightening, of course), but it turned out it was simply a holding pattern, and we began our final descent into Taipei. At last.

    I swear, the weather system in Taiwan is broken.

  • YingGe

    Erin and I had a day trip to the pottery town of YingGe to the south of Taipei. The town was pleasant and worthy of a day trip, but much better were these two photos that made me smile!


    It’s a GOLD scooter! – a 35th Anniversary model, apparently


    Waiting at the platform for the train back to Taipei, it was tempting to try transcending. Luckily, this sign warned me not to!

  • Zhong He Camping


    Excellent photo from Gerd of life as a scooter rider