Tour de France 2012 Tour de Taklamakan 2012
Day 1 – 198 km 208.09 km
Day 2 – 207.5 km 208.62 km
Day 3 – 197 km 178.69 km
Day 4 – 214.5 km 153.72 km
Day 5 – 196.5 km 167.84 km
Day 6 – 205 km 166.16 km
Day 7 – 199 km 168.68 km
Day 8 – 157.5 km 97.33 km (half day due to sickness)
Total: 1,575 km 1,349.13 km
Tour de France notes: carbon bicycles, spend half the time chilling in the peloton, comfy hotel at end of day, trainers, dieticians, food cooked & prepared for them & ice-baths.
Tour de Taklamakan notes: none of the above, just 2 semi-fit men trying to survive by cycling through the desert as fast as possible, camping in road tunnels & fierce winds, trying to summon the energy to cook a hearty meal at the end of the day and having a cheeky cigarette after dinner. We do have Red Camel though!
It seems only a couple of days ago that I last wrote, time (and the km’s) have literally flown by! On the morning of our Kashgar departure we were up by 0500 to put the final preparations to our bikes before hitting the road. Unfortunately, we were off to a bad start as the puncture monkey had visited during the night and attacked Zac’s front tyre – not the first time this cheeky monkey would appear either! After a quick fix listening to the morning call to prayer, an average breakfast and 3 flights of stairs the road was ours. The first 20 kms were back-tracking from where we had come from the border. This flew by as it gave Zac and I a chance to get to know each other a little as we were essentially strangers committed to helping each other survive. It didn’t take long to realise we would get along. As soon as we decided the granny chatting time was over, it was time to discuss our cycling pattern. For the first couple of hours we cycled in each others slipstream 15 minutes on / 15 minutes off. We then experimented with 10 minute stints as it would be enough time to recover and more energy could be poured into cycling like a maniac for 10 minutes. For those of you who don’t cycle, slipstreaming is something like this; the guy out front is the tank taking all of the wind and flies, peddling his heart out for the benefit of the guy behind. The guy behind is the cruiser taking his well earned rest in the slipstream behind, taking about 1 rotation of the peddles to the tank’s 3-5 and has time to powder his nose should he wish to. The cruiser’s main jobs are not to crash into the tanks’ tyres or panniers, to remember to overtake after 10 minutes and to not become too fixated on the tanks arse. We settled on the 10 minute strategy doing 4 stints as the tank each, meaning a drinks, toilet or snack break every 80 minutes before the next set began. This worked very well, resulting in each hitting their P.B.’s on the first day, 208.09km. The wind was favourable for most of the day, but it did begin to swirl against us near the end. There was an abundance of salt in the air leaving us saltier than cheap cinema popcorn at the end of the day. Fortunately there was a train station in THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE that had a fresh water hose, a miracle. That night we camped hidden from the road by the railway track in a gale force wind which made life quite difficult.
Our muscles felt surprisingly fresh the following morning whilst we ate our breakfast at 0530 in the pitch black. The first 40km of the day were blitzed and we reached a mini oasis town where we treated ourselves to some breakfast noodles. Wherever we rocked up we would always draw a crowd. The Uighurs, local to the state of Xinjiang who are more Turk than Han Chinese, are much more touchy feely and not shy to get all up in your personal space and touch everything you own, VERY frustrating. The Chinese stand back a little more, with the t-shirts rolled up to their nipples showing off their rotund bellies for some reason yet unbeknown to us, trying not to be phased by our presence but secretly desperate to know what the f#%k we are doing here. Our patience and politeness was directly correlated to how many km’s we had cycled, touch our bikes at the end of the day at your own risk! I was feeling rather sleepy so I had a Nescafé iced coffee and a Red Camel (seriously!) to give me a boost and stuck on DJ Fresh. I flew like shit off a shovel for the first 10 minute stint, as did Zac whilst listening to his audio book. I fear his pace when he listens to music! Today everything was going smoothly and we were slamming the road. Whenever we complete a perfect 80 minute set the satisfaction is very high and I feel strangely cool, as if we are real cyclists. I did feel sorry for Zac though when he was the cruiser as a pair of my lycra bottoms (now in the bin) were see through just above the butt crack. Your efforts for putting up with this alone are commendable my friend! It wasn’t long before we realised another 200+km was on the cards and another P.B. of 208.62km. This was achieved by 1730 and with an impressive 29km/h average speed, a solid British pat on the pack was deserved as well as a swim in an irrigation channel. What a result. That night Zac received multiple phone calls from a random Chinese man which made us both laugh a lot, as we can hear everything through our tents at night.
Our alarms are now going off at 0430, not 0500 anymore, ouch. We were well into our first set of the morning when a tractor with a trailer gently overtook us. We both glanced at each other and smiled thinking the same thought. For the next 20 minutes the truck was our giant tank breaking the wind for the both of us. Unfortunately we had to stop due to a rear naughty for Zac (puncture is henceforth referred to as a naughty). Nay bother, as soon as we were back on the road a tricycle thingy rolled on past offering us another free slipstream, schweeeeeet! We could have eeked out another 200+km day but we thought better of it and decided to conserve some energy. At this stage of the day we were on the highway which has barbed wire all along it fencing us in from the nothingness of the desert. Therefore, we decided to camp under the road in one of the underground tunnels. It definitely wasn’t the Ritz but it would do for the night. As we were discussing our find for the night a Chinese man came galloping down from his car into the tunnel of the opposite lane yanking his shorts down in the process. He then squatted down and I’ll let you imagine the rest. We stifled our giggles to not be detected and then it dawned on us to immediately check our tunnel for similar ‘problems’. Our tunnel, thank God, was poop free, hurray! After dinner I clicked my fingers for Jeeves to do the dishes, Jeeves never came, the bastard!
Today (day 4) we had some problems reading the map, “impossible in a desert with one main road” I hear you cry, yet we managed.Twice did we think we had arrived in Kuqa when it was not. We even took a glory photo of reaching Kuqa (which wasn’t Kuqa) and argued with an innocent man from a hotel who we thought had no idea what he was talking about. Alas! it was us who were the buffoons. The main issue is the road signs to towns & cities, which involves an expert level of spot the difference. Me: “what is a hidden 4 behind 3 lateral lines followed by a barn and a robot with tentacles, Zac: “I think that’s Luntai…” There was one drinks stop today where, for no real reason, we completely attacked the fridge drinking gallons of all sorts of liquid and eating snacks & fruit. Looking at the pile of destruction afterwards was funny, not as funny as the owner trying to sit us down to watch an 80 minute clip of WWF wrestling with the slowest internet connection known to man. When we finally did reach Kuqa it was a lot bigger than we had imagined. We did some e-mailing, some supermarket sweep and some serious eating having already cycled 130km by 1230. Our plan was to saunter along in the afternoon but the puncture monkey had other plans, and this time I was his victim. At 1700 he struck with a naughty, followed with another 20 minutes later. This second one I simply could not fix and I had run out of pre-repaired tubes so some roadside patching was necessary. This was equally unsuccessful for several reasons, all my own fault, but would rather not recount as it makes my blood boil remembering it. Eventually Zac gave me one of my inner tubes he was using back and put in a dodgy one of his own. At this stage all we wanted was to cycle 2km to the trees to find somewhere to camp. This we did by 1820. We had bought a bottle of Chinese wine to relax in the evening, but not much relaxation was had. I had to patch a handful of inner tubes whilst Zac took over the cooking duties. By the time everything was completed and I had sat on and broken my prescription glasses, darkness had crept up on us and I was too tired, and part drunk, to erect my tent. The decision was taken to sleep out under the stars on our deflating sleeping mats and covering ourselves with deet to fend off the ravenous mosquitos. This had been a dream of mine on this trip but not in these circumstances, especially when it began to rain at 0200. Zac: “what are you going to do?” Me: “cry!”. I draped the tent over me like a blanket and tried to transport my mind elsewhere. I woke up 40 minutes before Zac to continue fixing tubes, I was not a happy bunny.
I feel this is the first time I’m saying day by day stuff. I thought the desert would be uneventful; cycle, rest, eat, sleep and cycle. Turns out stuff does happen. Day 5 I will glance over as I’m beginning to get tired… Needless to say I was very sleepy today after a poor nights sleep. This sleepiness nearly caused a serious accident. We were cycling up to a toll station on the motorway whilst I was the cruiser. I thought the barrier for the cars was up so I started heading for the middle of the track. The barrier was not up, it was down. I only noticed this at the last second, when a drastic swing of the handles bars and girly cry was needed to escape. A slap around the face to wake me up was required! Today saw me reach 11,111 km for the trip and Zac the big 10,000 km. As a celebration we showered under a gushing fresh water pipe. I even used one of those minuscule shampoo sachets, which I have always ridiculed as being useless, sponsored by the one & only Jackie Chan. On the ride into Luntai we were in the slipstream of a woman toddling into town on her electric bicycle, much to our own amusement. Everyone who passed us looked back with open mouths (as they tend to do) and the woman must have thought she was looking especially radiant that day, not realising that 2 sweaty and filthy British cyclists were tailgating her. Ah the simple pleasures in life. After a delicious lunch in Luntai we saw a truck about 800 yds ahead of us travelling between 40-45 km/h. Zac had blasted us to within 300 yds when it was my turn to tank it up. On my first attempt we didn’t catch it. Then Rob Zombie-Dragula came on my iPod and gave me an injection of speed. I signalled to Zac one more attempt by raising my index finger to him behind me. I gave it everything, got up to 51 km/h when I suddenly saw Zac slingshot past me at 55-60 km/h using the slipstream I had created and we were suddenly behind the truck, BOOM. For the next 20 minutes we were swept along at42+ km/h. Eventually losing the good spots for he slipstream I had to bail out, but it was fun while it lasted. We had hit 160 km by 1500 so we thought we would have an early afternoon to relax and fix some more inner tubes. This we did and it was fantastic.
On day 6 we decided to create our own time. The official time in China is +7 GMT, but Xinjian unofficially works off +5 GMT. Neither of these times suited our needs, so we changed our various time devices to +5.5 GMT to match the rising and setting sun to the times we would like. Just because we could 🙂 This worked out wonderfully as that first morning of Zac & Mark time we were blessed with a blisteringly beautiful sun rising over the mountains. A perfect sphere of fire getting ready to illuminate the day and make us sweat. In the late morning we reached Korla which was the end of the Taklamakan, so within 6.5 days we had crossed one of the largest deserts in the world. This felt pretty great, but Korla was not. It was simply a sprawling Chinese city with annoying officials in red armbands barking orders at us for doing nothing. We were left bemused at their abuse of power. After a swift lunch we left and climbed up over a mini hill out of the desert and into another… Although in this desert it rained, very hard for about 40 minutes including some nasty hail. I felt sorry for Zac as I have no mudguard so he was on the receiving end of a very dirty shower. Sorry buddy. That night we had another great camp spot with no mosquitos for the first time in China and a good 2 hour down-time period. The only obstacle was lifting the bikes over the motorway barrier and under the barbed wire.
Up at 0430….again, and this time it was very cold, warranting a hat for the first hour. Today’s cycle involved minimal stops, just the bare essentials to keep us going as we were hell bent on reaching a town I can’t remember the name of and is not on my map or in my diary, but it began with H! In between there was an annoying slug of a climb from 1,000 – 1,500m which seemed to go on forever. But we finally made H by 1540 and treated ourselves to well deserved cold beer and some nuts in the dusty truck-filled town. The wind had really picked up now and was blowing into our faces. As there was nowhere to camp for shelter, we opted for another tunnel under the motorway. This time it was not high enough for either of us to stand up in and the wind was really howling. We had enough time to use the stove 5 times though; to boil some eggs, 2 lots of noodles, a batch of sauce and even some honey & ginger tea for dessert, what a luxury! After fumbling around with my tent in the wind using my glasses with only 1 arm, it was finally up with the wind smashing against it even with Zac’s tent as a barrier (his does not require the use of tent pegs). It was another rough night, but we survived, well one of us did….
Day 8, the dreaded last day before the rest day. Where your mind plays tricks on you making you think you are already there; only another 160km to go and a 1,780m pass, easy! Not. Zac woke up feeling nauseous which soon resulted in numerous vomit stops, and unfortunately the climbing started straightaway. From 0500 to 0930 we were battling the worst pass known to man, winding and weaving it’s way uphill. By no means was it the highest or steepest, but whichever way you turned the wind lay in waiting to smack you directly in the face, as if the wind was on a slip’n’slide rushing down the road. It was definitely having all of the fun, not us. At some point Zac tore away and I kept my slow methodical pace of going uphill. At 1,720m I caught up to him lying on the ground in multiple layers and wrapped in his winter sleeping bag looking rather weak from illness but still smiling! I too felt a little chill and my eyelids began feeling like lead, I needed titanium matchsticks to keep them open. A real bedraggled pair, we worked our way to an unceremonious summit before the downhill began. This could not be enjoyed to the full either, due to the wind doing its best at pushing us back up the dreaded hill. Zac was feeling especially weak so until we reached Toksum he sat in the cruiser position while I tanked away. What kept me amused during this time was catching glimpses of my moustache in my shadow on the road and listening to Michael Kiwanuka. The lower we got, the windier & hotter it got. The Turpan Basin, where we were heading, is apparently the 2nd largest depression in the world at -152m below sea level. The 1,900 odd meters of descent that should have been a delight was more tortuous. Eventually by 1400 we reached Toksum, 60 km shy of Turpan, our target. Our mother’s shall be glad to hear that common sense prevailed, as I too was starting to feel a little ill, and we decided to take our rest day in Toksum rather than kill ourselves in reaching Turpan. We found a hotel that excepts foreigners and collapsed in our room. Job done!
Since arriving a few have asked that I must feel a great sense of achievement, strangely I don’t, not yet anyway. I just feel really tired (I have had more naps in 24 hours than I have ever had in my life) and glad to be in the vicinity of a sit down toilet. I’m sure Zac and I will look back on these 8 days soon and go “huh, that was quite impressive, well done old chap”, but for now it’s just time to recover, clean clothes, patch up broken equipment and get mentally ready to hit the road again tomorrow for more desert fun. We should be out of this 2nd desert (I think it’s south of the Gobi) in 6/7 days, then I can relax a little more. It has been a real blessing having company for the last 1,400 km and for the next x km, even more so that Zac is a great guy bounding with an envious amount of optimism and a reassuring smile when the shit hits the fan. If you want to read his account of the last 8 days click here, http://www.zacplusbike.com/. He makes my bike ride look like a boris bike cruise around Hyde Park.
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p.s. If any of you have any friends, family, work colleagues or vague acquaintances that live in Hong Kong, please tell them to keep the afternoon/evening of the 11th October free. I will be arriving that afternoon and plan to arrive at The Peak Tower on top of The Peak by 1600. The Peak Tower have kindly offered to host the big party, so it should be lots of fun and a breathtaking view if I’m too tired & smelly to be around. Better yet, if you fancy coming out for a long weekend it will be a blast!
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