The continuation of Colombia, by invitation of a friend in a completely opposite direction of where I want to go. Why not! Searching for the beauty in the Paramo, the dust in the plains and the mysterious pink dolphins in the rivers.
The good news is the bike was there and the bad: I was in Khasab and my raft was waiting at Dibba, the only road had a military checkpoint not allowing foreigners to pass. How could I get over the Musandam Peninsula again without taking a ferry?
Where to go from Dubai? Paddling around the Musandam peninsula on a rubber boat, avoiding military bases, 6 times stopped by the coast guard, sleeping in sheikh's house in Kumzar and in the old cliff dwellings amongst the khors.
The South and North Canol road in the Yukon were built in 1943 by the American Army to service an oil pipeline from Norman Wells to Whitehorse. It shut down only 2 years later but today, the Yukon maintains the first 452 kilometers of the road to the Northwest Territories border.
Few months ago, I learned a very important lesson. One day in El Salvador I had the opportunity to ride a motorcycle for the first time without a license, insurance documents or a working rear brake... to a police stations... to climb a volcano.