On the Lycian coast along the south coast of the vast country are ancient sites located in Ephesus, Dalyan, Patara, Fethiye and Kas surrounded by unparalleled nature. A labyrinth of mountains, beaches and rivers in a unique ecosystem that combines sunshine and sea breezes amid the ruins ancient cultures from the Hittite, Byzantine, Roman and Ottoman civilizations. All this combined with beautiful blue skies, pristine beaches and the charm of the Mediterraean lifestyle...
Oisin Hughes is an Irishman who went on a 34,000 mile motorcycle ride through North, Central and South America. This crazy Irishman had never even ridden a motorcycle in his life when he decided to buy a new BMW and ship it to Canada - the starting point of his amazing journey that took him from Nova Scotia across Canada and up to Prudhoe Bay at the artic circle where he actually started his epic journey. It took him from the artic circle down through Alaska and Canada into the northern United States. Continuing south he drove through Mexico into Central America and on further into South America. He rode through South America all the way to Ushuaia -the southern-most town in South America. After completing 34,000 miles on roads that would make your hair stand on end he turned back north and headed to Buenos Aires, Argentina where he and his BMW flew back to Ireland. The story of his amazing journey can be read in a book that he wrote and is available as a free download. But the story does not end there.
After traversing the North and South American continents from the Artic Circle to the southernmost tip of South America he returned home to Ireland and started preparing for another journey. This journey would take him across Russia and Mongolia and on to Alaska and across America to New York. You can see photos and comments about this trip at: www.advrider.com
Not Dead Yet is Oisin's book is about riding around the world on a motorcycle, and in smaller part about growing up in Ireland in the 1970’s and 1980’s. Interlaced between chapters about the motorcycle trip are very short stories about growing up in Ireland. I added these stories to give the story a little more depth; so that you, the reader can understand what exactly makes someone get up on a motorbike and travel around the world on their own.
An excerp from That I May Die Roaming:
"In November 2009, I stood looking down a road at a bridge full of heavily armed soldiers. The bridge traversed the border between the two Central American countries of Honduras and Nicaragua. I was in Honduras desperately hoping to cross into Nicaragua, but as the day wore on it was looking increasingly unlikely. It was time to face reality; I was in deep shit. The “dumb smiling Irish paddy” routine wasn’t going to avail me this time round.
I had no immigration entry stamps in my passport for Honduras and was thus in the country unlawfully and judging by the pitch of the shouting coming from the customs folks; my motorbike was here illegally too. There were gangs of people standing around shouting at me for one reason or another and no one spoke English, not to mention the fact that I couldn’t speak Spanish. Politically, Honduras seemed close to melting down. The recently ousted President Zelaya was due back in the country at any time; it was only a couple of weeks since a coup removed him and the atmosphere in the country felt like things could get nasty at any moment.
I could not wait to get the hell out of there. Without the proper paperwork, it looked like there was going to be no way through.
The only option was to go back to the border with El Salvador and try to explain to the migration centre that they forgot to stamp me in. All this would have to be accomplished with a smaller grasp of Spanish than the typical mongoose; it was going to be a nightmare to get this mess sorted out. I asked myself “How the fuck did I end up in this situation?” “How do I always, always, always end up in these fucking situations...?”