Through Northern Europe & The Balkans to Athens

The usual winter time discussion over a beer: where can we go this year that would be memorable and that we haven’t been before? How about Athens?

International trips are easy to plan with Booking.com, magazine articles, Google maps distances, talking with mates and “bestbikingroads.com”. We aim to stay in reasonably-priced and characterful hotels, arrive at night stays between 5pm and 6pm, shower, beer, dinner. We ride 150-250 miles per day allowing for coffee stops, photograph stops and not racing the clock, unless it’s a schlep through Germany of 450 miles… which doesn’t take long on their motorways.

What could possibly go wrong?  Well, pretty well nothing much through the easy northern countries, across the fabulous Dolomites and into lovely Slovenia. It’s a lot like Austria, with mountains, a beautiful lake and world heritage site at Bled, and an attractive lively capital in Ljubljana. We find Germany, Austria and Switzerland fantastic biking but a bit sterile (or are we just jealous of the obvious wealth) and ……have BMW really made so many GSs?

The Mostar Bridge, Bosnia and Herzegovina.

Riding through Croatia is terrific; beautiful and on good-condition coastal and inland roads.  It’s in the EU but not in the Schengen customs area, so border crossings can be slow at peak summer times, but not on this trip or others I’ve done. We went in mid-September and crossed at a quiet crossing, so there was no problem. Even though credit cards and Euros are “widely accepted” this is not universal so having some of the local currency (Kuna) is worthwhile. You can get Kuna in the UK.

Looking at the Foreign Office website, Kosovo seemed a bad idea. They advise against all but essential travel in the north and there are all sorts of problems trying to get from Kosovo into Serbia. Serbia looks easy and our bike insurance covered it, but the roads look OK rather than great and it sent us further east into Greece than we wanted.

So, Bosnia, Montenegro and Albania it was. No problems with hotel booking anywhere, so that’s easy. You need to get bike insurance at each of these borders, unless you can find a more helpful UK insurance company than we could. The currencies for Bosnia and Albania are also obtained at the borders. Credit cards are usually OK in hotels. Montenegro uses the Euro but is not in the EU and of course Greece is in the Euro Zone. Health insurance is a must of course.

In practice all of this worked smoothly with no crossing taking more than 45 minutes. The only delay was at the Montenegro/Albania border where the non-English speaking insurance man was so excited to have people who had ridden all the way from the UK in his office, that he made us speak to his son in London on Facetime. Typical of the lovely people we met everywhere.

Albania seemed a bit scary on the Foreign Office website: “Over 80,000 Brits visit Albania each year, mostly trouble free……you are advised not to get into arguments about traffic incidents since arms ownership is high”. That’s in addition to the warnings about landmines and unexploded munitions….and aggressive driving.

The roads in Bosnia are brilliant, curving through mountain ranges with little traffic. Mostar with its famous, religious and culturally significant rebuilt bridge, is now a major tourist destination.  It still has buildings with shell holes in the side and a conspicuous mix of churches and mosques with, what looks like, a competition to build the highest minaret/spire. The hotel put me in a noisy room near a rooftop club thinking that we were there for a cliff jumping competition and would be at the closing party. An easy mistake to make for two recently retired British guests! Maybe next year. We saw no Brits and heard no English spoken, a real adventure.

Montenegro is beautiful with the most amazing bay, the Bay of Kotor, which is more dramatic and unspoilt than anything in Spain, France, Italy or Croatia. It is becoming a playground of the rich, with some prices to match. There were loads of police with radar guns, which apparently is a feature of the Montenegrin coast; or so we were told by a keen motorcyclist on the reception at our slightly inland hotel. He advised us to head for the north of the country with quiet and police-free roads. Unfortunately, our itinerary did not allow for this but we still found some fabulous and empty roads.

Aetolia. Northern Greece.

South Albanian Coast

These former Yugoslavian countries are on the up, especially those on the sea or able to chase the tourist dollar (or Euro). There are some Soviet-era buildings which have often been nicely upgraded…formerly hotels for the workers. On the other hand, there are massive new graveyards, both Christian and Muslim, a reminder of the recent horrendous civil wars. The Mostar bridge was destroyed in 1993 after standing for over 400 years. This is one reason why these countries are keen members, or aspiring members, of the EU: to protect sovereignty and borders.

 

Peacekeepers in Albania for Kosovo

We should have looked at “bestbikingroads.com” more closely for Albania. The ride down the northern half was horrible. It is a minor oil-producing country with unattractive industry.  There are queues on its one motorway, as well as people selling produce on the hard shoulder. Every type of European four-legged animal is wandering about. In one town we found that all the man-hole covers were missing. I don’t remember that hazard in the advanced riding preparation!

The one central resort looked very Soviet with miles of identical blocks of flats perpendicular to the sea. Horrible! In contrast, further south, Vlore and Sarande were smart and sophisticated with a legendary coast road between them which was probably the motorcycling highlight of the trip: a euphoric mix of sweeping bends and tight corners, across a mountain pass, hugging the steep-sided hills that dropped off to the Mediterranean with views across to Corfu.

Northern Greece, again beautiful, but typical of Greece just now, ill-maintained and dispirited, with empty shops and cracked paving slabs. This was true of Ioannina a pretty lakeside town. Having said that, most towns have a lively area, especially if they have a Uni.  We were drawn into a café by Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin, joining the young crowd with two nostalgic Brits of a certain age. Next stop was Delphi, home of the Oracle (named after a shopping centre in Reading).

Southern Albanian Coast

Leaving Jablanica in Bosnia and Herzegovina

Bled, Slovenia

Our final bike destination was a transport depot on the outskirts of Athens thanks to the final fling of the suicide-inducing Garmins which sent us all over an industrial estate. Mapping is not so good in these countries and so sat-nav has a free range to send you all over the place. You need to have an idea in your head of where you are going.

Athens of course looked beautiful for the last night of the trip. A bus to Athens airport and EasyJet home and that was it.

Having done eleven countries in ten days we entrusted the return of the bikes to Kamikaze Motorcycles. I hope they didn’t pay consultants for the name because it gave mates a great chance to explain to us that our bikes would be dismantled and the bits sent to the Ukraine.  However, a week later they were in the depot in Essex. We would not have been able to get so far without them.

So any regrets? Absolutely none. Looking back even the horrible northern Albania added texture and contrast to the trip. Otherwise we experienced great roads and met great people. As always, one more day would have been nice to explore northern Montenegro and Albania for instance: same with any great trip.

So where this year…..places ending in ‘stan’ or Istanbul?

Roger McDonald

First published in Slipstream February 2019

To the Land of Wallace & Gromit

One Year after joining TVAM, I find myself heading North with thirty-odd, like- minded souls for a 3Rs adventure in Yorkshire to put into practice everything I have learned over the past 12 months. The skies are blue and the roads are dry and as we meet up in Oxford for the briefing it becomes very quickly apparent that everyone involved is friendly and inclusive and so I feel very relaxed as we set off for the first of my three observed rides for that day.

As an Associate I welcome any opportunity for an observed ride as, without exception, I always take away something constructive which I then immediately try and apply to my next ride. The Observers and TObs on the trip were all supportive and incredibly generous with their time and my riding benefited as a result. Friday was a very long day but for me the time flew by and we reached the hotel much sooner than I was expecting. The accommodation was excellent as was the food – certainly no food shortage up north as the portions were enormous!

Nigel planned and led a spectacular route on the Saturday which included some challenging terrain over the Yorkshire Dales. The peaks, being saturated in low cloud in parts which reduced visibility significantly, were obscured but lower down the views were simply stunning. Following lunch at The Wensleydale Creamery (yes, cheese was consumed) there was some light precipitation which added to the afternoon challenge of navigating the already wet cattle grids, conveniently located on aggressively downward sloping bends, not to mention the added hazard of marauding sheep….. extreme caution recommended!

Safely back at the hotel, more excellent food and drink was consumed whilst recapping the day’s events followed by the obligatory awards with everyone concluding the evening in high spirits. Sunday was another glorious day for the ride home. For me, as an Associate, it was a brilliant weekend made so by the inclusive nature of everyone involved.

Because the weekend ran so smoothly, it is easy to forget just how much time, planning, and hard work it takes to make this trip so enjoyable for the participants lucky enough to partake. The trip is purposely kept to relatively small numbers and it is all the better for it. And, whilst I feel conflicted to promote it (to the point where I cannot get on it next year), it would be remiss of me not to say that it has to be the best experience I have enjoyed in TVAM since joining the Club and I will keep everything crossed for a place next year!

Phil Chadwick

First published in Slipstream November 2018

All Bikers Great and Small

TVAM 3Rs – Up North Edition, October 2018

As summer began to fade into memory and autumn took hold, 30 hardy TVAMers gathered in Oxford for a 3-day trip to the Yorkshire Dales. Smaller in scale than 7Ws, but no less ambitious for fun, 3Rs is TVAM’s bi-annual trip taking a group of Associates, Green Team Members, Trainee Observers and Observers away from the familiar stomping grounds of the Thames Vale and taking in the wilder, twistier bits of the UK.

The destination this time around was the Yorkshire Dales, with its wonderful combination of breathtaking scenery and technical, twisty tarmac. Thanks to a dedicated team of organisers, our intrepid riders were all prepared, packed, briefed and ready to go from the ever-popular Oxford Sainsbury’s on the Friday morning. The weather gods had smiled on us and held the rain off, but thermal linings, heated grips and winter gloves were high on the list of vital accessories for the trip northward.

Two runs set out around 9am for the 200-mile journey to our base for the weekend; a hotel near Kelbrook, north-east of Burnley. Our fine run leaders had carefully selected their routes to take in some tremendous roads, with the absolute bare minimum of dual carriageways and the maximum quota of enjoyment. For a mixed group with a range of abilities, marking was generally excellent and almost all of our band of riders managed to follow the guidance faultlessly. I say almost, because one of our number, James, can tell you first hand how important good marking is and how failing to take in what they are telling you can result in spending an eye-watering 3 hours stuck on the M6.

That minor mishap aside, we all arrived safely at the hotel just after dusk. Though the rides had been fun and scenic, I think we were all glad to be safely there and we soon assembled in the bar for the tall tales of which a group of bikers like ourselves are so fond. Once fed and watered, we were briefed on our rides the following day. We were also forewarned that awards would be handed out on Saturday evening.

Bright and early, and following a hearty breakfast, we assembled in the car park to head off for the main rides of the weekend. Our run leaders had reconnoitred the routes in advance and selected some of the most thrilling, challenging, technical roads you could wish for, through some of the most beautiful scenery in England.

The ride I was on led us past Malham Cove, a natural inland cliff-face carved out of limestone. I’d visited this famous landmark some years earlier and had said how great it would be to ride our bikes on these roads. To have that wish come true was an absolute treat. After plying our way along rolling, twisty moorland roads we arrived for our first stop in Hawes, home of Wensleydale Cheese and several pretty tea-rooms.

Coffee, tea and cake were taken and we took the opportunity to talk over what we’d seen and learned. Personally, with all the bends, blind summits and hidden dips, I can vouch for the lesson I got on ‘dead space’. These dips and curves were more than big enough to hide cars and vans from view. This really drove home the valuable advice I had received a few months before… “Never put your bike anywhere your eyes haven’t been.” I wish the two oncoming ‘numpties’ who flew towards me had been applying that knowledge. Still, no harm done, but the near miss reminded me that this is not just a jolly, but also the most beautiful classroom you can find.

This first leg was just the taster. Dry-stone wall lined roads, cattle grids, frisky sheep, recently fallen leaves and traction-control invoking hump-backs featured throughout the day. There were also two long spells of riding in the cloud base on top of the moors requiring us to keep our wits about us.

However, none of this did anything to dampen the mood. Rarely is applying the learnings of Advanced Riding so much fun. There was even the chance to show off our motorway skills. Motorway, on a TVAM weekend, I hear you ask? Yes, but trust me, there probably isn’t a more attractive piece of motorway in the UK than the M6 between J37 and J39. It is one of the rare sections where the carriageways are a couple of hundred yards apart and the views are stunning.

Our lunch stop was a lovely country pub with a roaring fire and welcome delicious food. With full tummies, we climbed back on our trusty steeds and continued our odyssey around the moors. The varied roads, weather and surface conditions meant that lessons continued to be learned. Again, for my part, the importance of taking the prevailing light into account was driven home in dramatic fashion.

As I turned right onto a dual carriageway, I’d failed to make allowance for the unusual half-light being cast by the sun streaming through low cloud. This peculiar light, combined with a grubby visor meant I failed to spot a black car with no headlights coming from my right. His quick actions saved me and I made damn sure to pay extra attention at junctions, flipping my visor open if my vision was even slightly compromised.

Our final coffee stop was as Aysgarth Falls, another tourist spot I’d visited on a previous holiday and just as beautiful when viewed from astride my motorbike. Scrumptious cakes were consumed before the final leg of the day back to the hotel. And so, 200 plus miles and around 8 hours after leaving the hotel that morning, we returned, tired but exhilarated from our day out in England’s green and pleasant land. Our gratitude to our run leader, Kelly, and patient back-marker, Paul, was matched by stories we heard from the other group who had been lead hither and thither by Nigel and back-marked by Bob.

It cannot be over-stated how grateful we all were to our run leaders and back markers. Trips like these cannot succeed without them. As an aspiring run leader myself, having taken the Run Leader/Back Marker course, I see the dedication they have and the hours and days they put in preparing. I can vouch too for the effort it takes and would encourage as many of you as possible to join their ranks.

Saturday Night meant our second dinner at the hotel, where the theme of good solid food in large portions continued. More stories were told and award nominations submitted ahead of the medal ceremony. I shan’t name names, but the Numpty award involved overcooking it on a cattle grid. The Poor Marking award went to the chap who didn’t notice he was being asked to go down as a marker and instead shot past the run leader. Diamond Geezer went to the very kind hearted Gary who took Nina pillion all day after she fell ill overnight. The lesson here of course is that she correctly applied the final S of the POWDDERSSS check, ‘Self’ and remained safe by not riding when she felt too ill.

Lastly, a brief mention of the Most Improved Rider medal which was very generously awarded to me. As Coral explained, a couple unfortunate experiences meant I lost a lot of confidence earlier this year. But, with the support of my fellow club members including Colin Wheeler and taking part in training weekends like this, I am once again in love with Ulysses, my faithful BMW S1000R.

Tired and happy, we retired to bed after a thrilling day, ahead of the ride back South on Sunday. Again, our thanks go to those who volunteered to lead us on the homeward journey. They too ensured fabulous roads and fuel and food on the way. As the groups headed home I can imagine they all went home feeling grateful, happy and full of the joys that only a 600-mile training weekend can bring.

Finally, a huge thank you to all involved in the organisation of this fantastic weekend. Hotels don’t book themselves, routes don’t appear out of thin air and emails don’t write themselves. Coral, Brian, Kelly, Paul, Anthea, Andy, Andy, Nigel, Bryan, Bob, Piotr and Anetta, thank you for making all this possible.

Dee Scott

First published in Slipstream November 2018