Apart from the option of Ian’s help I’d messaged Lyndon about the radiator problem as Lyndon the bike builder was about a week behind us. He also got in touch with our internet godfather Walter the guru for all things adventure bike travel in Central and Northern Asia.
Back comes the message get in touch with Sergei in Bishkek as he knows all things motor bike related in Bishkek, who in turn will put me in touch with Ali the master repair man. Turns out Ali is also an ex Russian moto cross champion as well as a champion mechanic.
Sergei also has an excellent reputation on the travellers website Horizons Unlimited for being of assistance in this part of the world. So we check into Ian’s hotel and give Sergei a call thinking that we’ll be off to the reapir shop in the morning but Sergei our hero has other plans.
He tells us that there is a big bikers pub in town and that there’s a party on tonight. He’ll come and pick us up take us to the man who sells the oil we need than off to the party. We don’t need much persuasion!
Bishkek is the first place since Russia that we’ve seen a thriving bike scene. There’s no official bike shops and all the bikes seem to be imported into Kyrgyzstan.
Off we got to Peppers, it’s an open air bar on the edge of town, with a buzzing atmosphere, loads of bikes, a stage and a live band knocking out great tunes. In between the music the owner of the bar does a very lively, certainly not staid bike safety lecture with scantily clad girls climbing on and off the bikes to demonastrate. Ceratinly gets the guys attention.
There’s on site food with the big BBQ and shashlick, giant kebabs to you and me heathens.
Now we’re total strangers here and buy the first round but after that beer keeps arriving and we’re told it’s all on a tab to be sorted at the end of the night. What a superb night, we made to feel completely at home and honoured guests. At the end of the night it Sergei and his mates refuse to let us pay for anything, and they’re the ones helping us out!
I’m gonna break down more often.
What a night, I was that drunk I could barely talk and nearly had to sleep in the corridor as I couldn’t open my room door!
Ian carried on clubbing somewhere else till nearly 6 in the morning and we both paid the price for it in the morning.
In the afternoon Sergei came round with Wes another English guy with a bike and off we go to see Ali the mechanic. Now Ali doesn’t work from some flash English type showroom but man does the guy inspire confidence when you see him work and talk to him