Photos courtesy of Neil McIntyre
Well, the second official Bombers convoy was a huge success and great times were had by all. My bike ran beautifully (with the exception I had no 2nd gear) and the weather was cool and crisp and was an absolute joy to be outside in. While not as naturally beautiful as the Canadian countryside, there is just something about the Chinese version that I absolutely love and am always captivated with it everytime I explore it. During this time of the season you really see the hold the land has over the people as they prepare themselves for the long winter months ahead - the people have very little and are working very hard for everything they got.
The Bombers were 10 bikes deep and turned heads everywhere we went. As I spoke about earlier, this trip had a little business mixed in with pleasure with the Red Cross coming along as well. We first met up with the French contingent and rode with them for the first part of the day and travelled to an old folks home/nursery to watch the great Phillipe Bizot give his workshop and performance to the locals. It was really neat to watch him captivate the audience of local farmers (especially the children) in their dilapitaded but friendly setting. Once his show was done the Bombers swooped in like Santa Claus and handed out toys and clothing to as many of the people as we could; it got a little crazy at times and we had to fend off a couple of stampedes of crazy women trying to grab goods for their children - but it felt nice to do this.
After that, we parted ways with our French companions and travelled northbound to a beautiful area north of Jinzhou called DongGuo, which is a very popular cherry picking destination in the spring. Here we stayed in a traditional chinese village and drank a lot of beer and bijiu - way too much bijiu! The spirits were high and ganbei’s (empty glass) got out of hand and (I believe) it was only 9 o’clock at night when I blacked out and needed to get carried to my kang for the night - a sad performance indeed from the Bombers team leader! In total, 5 bottles of bijiu were consumed by the Bombers along with the dozens of other road pops.
The roads were, for the most part, peaceful and the riding was nice. We probably added 150-200kms to our odometers and just travelled at a nice, leisurely pace. All in all, it was just a great weekend and, again, had that bizarre Chinese element that makes life so interesting over here - these will truly be the types of days I will miss when I come home.