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    • The is a website called 'Most Traveled People', i found it years ago and entered in a few details and a few places and forgot about it. Recently the website has had a total revamp and its a little more than a list of 195 countires to check off.

      They now have countries, states, provinces, territories etc and all this totals 874 places around the world to check off.

      i couldn't find out how many people are now meembers of the sites, 1000's, 10,000's or more who knows, I updated my account with recent travels and came in the mid 500's most traveled person.

      With all the details it makes you a personal map, mine is above (places visited in green) which i guess you could share!

      ...but what about the guy who is the most traveled he hasn't been everywhere but has been to 852 or the 874 places...what do you think his life is like?

      Full of souveniers?

      Lack of possessions?

      Interesting to talk to?

      Obsessive?

      Multi-lingual?

      Never home!

      If you had a blank slate, and a wad of cash, lots free time...leaving home you could go ANYWHERE, where would that first anywhere be?

    • One does not exclude the other, but generally speaking, I no longer think much of the achievement in terms of the number of places visited. What truly moves me is the richness of the experience, and memories I am left with. And the answer to where I'd go next, is exactly derived from that. So the traveler's life must be rich in... life experiences!

    • can you be more specific, one place not one continent...I'm fishing for ideas, we are lookig forward to Europe again as well, but specifically southwestern Norway for example

    • Look inside your soul, what does it need? I recently visited back home in Romania - Bucharest, hence am quite biased.. (didn't ride there but I know you did recently). BUt there are many places I'd like to go in the country there, as well as beyond, such as Croatia, and others. Below are some smart phone pic's from my evening walks, - because I did not bring a camera.

    • The 'one place' for me would be the South Island of New Zealand on a motorcycle - yet again.
      Has to be one of the best places to ride there is - anywhere. Endless twisty roads, magnificent vistas around every corner and all extremely moto-tourism friendly.

    • Well, as a bit of background, I worked for Kiwi Rider Magazine for almost 10 years and rode on just about every road on both the North and South Islands during that time.
      Both of the Islands have their own appeal.

      The South is the more scenic and has a range of towering Alps that run almost top to bottom. The passes that cross them are simply spectacular roads to ride. You can do two of them in a day or take in Fiordland which is surely one of the wonders of the natural world.

      The North island, particularly its West Coast and the Western Waikato district, is a Karst landscape and actually has the twistiest and best riding roads in the country - and while it is still incredibly beautiful, it pales in comparison to the 'epicness' of the South Island.

      Conversely you can ride on the North Island all year round, so you can on the South too, but it takes a hardier soul than this Aussies warm blood. Summer is the time for down there.

      Do both if you can.

      A few days in Auckland, ride the Coromandel Peninsula loop (the best day ride ever), see the 'winterless North' and the Waipua Forest, and then ride south to Wellington via the spectacle of the Central Plateau.

      Do the full lap of the South in summer if that's all you have time to do.

    • thats great information, without rushing around and taking your time (we ride a lot of offroad) what would you say is agood length of time to be there, I waas thinking 3 months, would that be enough?

    • David Cohen

      Yep - you can ride from the top of the North Island to the Bottom of the South in 4-ish days if you push it , (depending on the Ferry timetable across Cook Strait) - 3 months would be very leisurely.

    • I see your forth picture down is the Ceaușescu Palace, not to get into politics AT ALL more about the building, I read somewhere that its the heaviest buildingin the world as its made of solid marble? And it very opulent inside, it was closed when we were there never got a chance to see for ourselves?

    • Yep - lived and worked in NZ from 2000 to 2011. Been back in Brisbane since. Currently contribute articles and photography to Heavy Duty Magazine so I ride quite a lot here too. Mainly big V-twins for the gig - but I own a Tiger 1050 and recently sold my KLR.

    • A magazine I was never in, I was in (Australian) Chopper magazine a few times and around 80 or so others around the world, I owned a very prolific custom bike shop in Las Vegas

      So Australia, i read somewhere that Tasmania is the place to ride if you only have a short time as its like a little Australia. But for us we would be there a while (3-6 months), without riding all paved roads (we prefer dirt) what would be the must see highlights of the country, think natural wonders not cities.

      Could you do a freehand route you would take to see a lot of good stuff but not ride the same areas multiple times. Most likely when we arrive we would come in at Darwin.

    • David Cohen

      Dirt we can do. Thousands and thousands of miles of dirt carving a straight line through nothing.


      There's a stanza in a song by the 'Goanna Band' that strikes a chord with me:
      "Out here nothin' changes
      Not in a hurry anyway
      You can feel the endlessness
      With the comin' of the light 'o day"

      The interior of the continent is an unimaginably vast and mostly featureless plain punctuated by an occasional geological feature.

      If you arrive in Darwin, head for the middle and check out Uluru etc, don't expect many corners - and then make for Adelaide and then Melbourne and the Ferry to Tassie.

      A lap of Tasmania takes in some of best riding in Aus, mountainous rain forests and the rugged west coast. Tourist friendly. A few weeks is all it needs.

      Then back to Melbourne and head for the base of the Great Dividing range. A line of weathered peaks that runs to the north, through Victoria, to New South Wales and Queensland - parallel to the coast. The Victorian Alps offer great riding too.

      The closer you stay to the ranges, the better the riding. All the way to far north Queensland and Cairns - about 3,000 miles north - depending on which route.

      How long it takes is subjective. I rode from Perth to Brisbane in 5 days, but that was hardly looking sideways. And how much emptiness is enough? Or stick to the coast and the main roads.

      Douglas Adams wrote a piece on Australia. So of it is rubbish (The wombat bit - and we have some bad arse snakes) - and some of it rings true.
      __________________

      The Confusing Country

      (By Douglas Adams) 

      Australia is a very confusing place, taking up a large amount of the bottom half of the planet. It is recognisable from orbit because of many unusual features, including what at first looks like an enormous bite taken out of its southern edge; a wall of sheer cliffs which plunge deep into the girting sea

      Geologists assure us that this is simply an accident of geomorphology and plate tectonics, but they still call it the "Great Australian Bight" proving that not only are they covering up a more frightening theory, but they can't spell either.

      The first of the confusing things about Australia is the status of the place. Where other land masses and sovereign lands are classified as either continent, island, or country, Australia is considered all three. Typically, it is unique in this.

      The second confusing thing about Australia are the animals. They can be divided into three categories: Poisonous, Odd, and Sheep.

      It is true that of the 10 most poisonous arachnids on the planet, Australia has 9 of them. Actually, it would be more accurate to say that of the 9 most poisonous arachnids, Australia has all of them. However, there are curiously few snakes, possibly because the spiders have killed them all.

      But even the spiders won't go near the sea. Any visitors should be careful to check inside boots (before putting them on) under toilet seats (before sitting down) and generally everywhere else. A stick is very useful for this task.

      Strangely, it tends to be the second class of animals (the Odd) that are more dangerous. The creature that kills the most people each year is the common Wombat. It is nearly as ridiculous as its name, and spends its life digging holes in the ground, in which it hides. During the night it comes out to eat worms and grubs.

      The wombat kills people in two ways: First, the animal is indestructible. Digging holes in the hard Australian clay builds muscles that outclass Olympic weightlifters. At night, they often wander the roads. Semi-trailers (Road Trains) have hit them at high speed, with all 9 wheels on one side, and this merely makes them very annoyed. They express this by snorting, glaring, and walking away. Alas, to smaller cars, the wombat becomes an asymmetrical launching pad, with results that can be imagined, but not adequately described.

      The second way the wombat kills people relates to its burrowing behaviour. If a person happens to put their hand down a Wombat hole, the Wombat will feel the disturbance and think "Ho! My hole is collapsing!" at which it will brace its

      muscled legs and push up against the roof of its burrow with incredible force, to prevent its collapse. Any unfortunate hand will be crushed, and attempts to withdraw will cause the Wombat to simply bear  down harder. The unfortunate will then bleed to death through their crushed hand as the wombat prevents him from seeking assistance. This is considered the third most embarrassing known way to die, and Australians don't talk about it much.

      At this point, we would like to mention the Platypus, estranged relative of the mammal, which has a duck-bill, otter's tail, webbed feet, lays eggs, detects its aquatic prey in the same way as the electric eel, and has venomous barbs attached to its hind legs, thus combining all 'typical' Australian attributes into a single improbable creature.

      The last confusing thing about Australia is the inhabitants. First, a short history: Some time around 40,000 years ago, some people arrived in boats from the north. They ate all the available food, and a lot of them died. The ones that survived learned respect for the balance of nature, man's proper place in the scheme of things, and spiders. They settled in, and spent a lot of the intervening time making up strange stories.

      Then, around 200 years ago, Europeans arrived in boats from the north. More accurately, European convicts were sent, with a few deranged and stupid people in charge. They tried to plant their crops in Autumn (failing to take account of the reversal of the seasons when moving from the top half of the planet to the bottom), ate all their food, and a lot of them died.

      About then the sheep arrived, and have been treasured ever since. It is interesting to note here that the Europeans always consider themselves vastly superior to any other race they encounter, since they can lie, cheat, steal, and litigate (marks of a civilised culture they say) - whereas all the Aboriginals can do is happily survive being left in the middle of a vast red-hot desert, equipped with a stick.

      Eventually, the new lot of people stopped being Europeans on Extended Holiday and became Australians. The changes are subtle, but deep, caused by the mind-stretching expanses of nothingness and eerie quiet, where a person can sit perfectly still and look deep inside themselves to the core of their essence, their reasons for being, and the necessity of checking inside your boots every morning for fatal surprises. They also picked up the most finely tuned sense of irony in the world, and the Aboriginal gift for making up stories. Be warned.

      There is also the matter of the beaches.

      Australian beaches are simply the nicest and best in the entire world. Although anyone actually venturing into the sea will have to contend with sharks, stinging jellyfish, stonefish (a fish which sits on the bottom of the sea, pretends to be a rock, and has venomous barbs sticking out of its back that will kill just from the pain) and surfboarders. However, watching a beach sunset is worth the risk. 

      As a result of all this hardship, dirt, thirst, and wombats, you would expect Australians to be a dour lot. Instead, they are genial, jolly, cheerful, and always willing to share a kind word with a stranger. Faced with insurmountable odds and impossible problems, they smile disarmingly and look for a stick.

      Major engineering feats have been performed with sheets of corrugated iron, string, and mud.

      Alone of all the races on earth, they seem to be free from the 'Grass is Greener on the other side of the fence' syndrome, and roundly proclaim that Australia is, in fact, the other side of that fence. They call the land "Oz", "Godzone" (a verbal contraction of "God's Own Country") and "Best bloody place on earth, bar none, strewth." The irritating thing about this is they may be right.

      There are some traps for the unsuspecting traveller, though. Do not under any circumstances suggest that the beer is imperfect, unless you are comparing it to another kind of Australian beer. Do not wear a Hawaiian shirt. Religion and Politics are safe topics of conversation (Australians don't care too much about either) but Sport is a minefield. The only correct answer to "So, howdya' like our country, eh?" is "Best {insert your own regional swear word here} country in the world!". 

      It is very likely that, on arriving, some cheerful Australians will 'adopt' you, and on your first night, and take you to a pub where Australian Beer is served. Despite the obvious danger, do not refuse. It is a form of initiation rite. You will wake up late the next day with an astonishing hangover, a foul-taste in your mouth, and wearing strange clothes. Your hosts

      will usually make sure you get home, and waive off any legal difficulties with "It's his first time in Australia, so we took him to the pub.", to which the policeman will sagely nod and close his notebook. Be sure to tell the story of these events to every other Australian you encounter, adding new embellishments at every stage, and noting how strong the beer was. Thus you will be accepted into this unique culture. 

      Most Australians are now urban dwellers, having discovered the primary use of electricity, which is air-conditioning and refrigerators.

      Typical Australian sayings:

      "G'Day!" 

       "It's better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick." 

      "She'll be right." 

       "And down from Kosciusko, where the pine clad ridges raise their torn and rugged battlements on high, where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze at midnight in the cold and frosty sky. And where, around the overflow, the reed beds sweep and sway to the breezes, and the rolling plains are wide. The Man from Snowy River is a household word today, and the stockmen tell the story of his ride." 

      Tips to Surviving Australia: 

      Don't ever put your hand down a hole for any reason whatsoever. We mean it. 

      The beer is stronger than you think, regardless of how strong you think it is. 

      Always carry a stick. 

      Air-conditioning. 

      Do not attempt to use Australian slang, unless you are a trained linguist and good in a fistfight. 

      Thick socks. 

      Take good maps. Stopping to ask directions only works when there are people nearby.  

      If you leave the urban areas, carry several litres of water with you at all times, or you will die. 

      Even in the most embellished stories told by Australians, there is always a core of truth that it is unwise to ignore. 

      See Also: "Deserts: How to die in them", "The Stick: Second most useful thing ever" and "Poisonous and Venomous arachnids, insects, animals, trees, shrubs, fish and sheep of Australia, volumes 1-42"

    • One of the greatest drives in the world, imo, is down State Highway 6 on the west coast of the south island of New Zealand. So much to see and do there, especially if you want to hike a little through the rain forests.

      When it leaves the coast in Haast, it takes you up past thundering waterfalls and over a pass for the Southern Alps, and then to Queenstown, the adventure capital. You HAVE to bungy there. Life changing.

    • I'm going t throw a 'did you know at you!'

      Did you know you know you can ship your own motorcycle from LA to NZ for around $500, and if that is the first destination, you DON"T need a Carnet de Passage?

      Fly in and meet it, have your camping gear already on the bike and it can make it a very cheap riding holiday.

      I researched this a lot and keep ending up going a different directions, but will get there eventually

    You've been invited!