|reliving my youth in Medan (Bum bag might have killed it)!|
Those who are left are holding on to the past while the future has already smashed down the door, stolen their favourite set of Para boots and trampled all over their denim waistcoats.
Whilst this type of MC is being packed away in a box marked "Old Relics" there is still one thing that remains strong - The eternal smell of Jasmine oil! Nothing can get rid of that!!
Aside from the presence of said clubs, I loved being a biker back then. The days when we all rode around with loud exhausts, Chopped Z650's and black leathers. I guess I was part of a group as well but we were just a load of bikers having fun together. We were friends. There were no leaders. There were no initiations (although being able to down a pint of snakebite in one, certainly earned you respect. Something I was particularly good at by the way).
|Tuak and Durian night|
I have learnt the bikers handshake in India, Malaysia and Sumatra. So far Sumatra's has the most
moves but I have had lots of practice! Joining them at the regular Friday night meeting place of Medan, just outside the Mosque, I must have shaken hands with 100 bikers in quick succession! They were a friendly lot and all riding small bikes. The biggest bike there was a 250cc Kawasaki. This stood out as a big bike compared to the others which ranged from 50 to 150cc.
|Joining the Honda bikers on Friday night!|
There are around 40 MC's in Medan alone. They each have a "leader". There is also a leader of the leaders! This is who I met for dinner yesterday. He seemed like a nice guy although we talked through an interpreter and I was a little annoyed that he had arranged the local press to be there without informing me. He presented me with a pair of trousers of all things. He said he was going to buy me a traditional Indonesian scarf but then decided to go practical! Now that is my kind of thinking!
|Tasting the King of Fruits for the first time|
|Meeting the ladies|
I will take away many fond memories of Medan but it's time for me to go solo again. Today I have
politely declined all invites and offers. I will collect the bike tomorrow alone and head out to my first destination alone. The welcome has been wonderful but it can soon become overwhelming as so many people want to meet you or ride with you as an overlander. Here, as in Malaysia, things can quickly become out of your control unless you are very clear on what you want. This requires some repetition. Believe me! The culture is to help but I cannot allow it to take over. Now I just want to ride my bike! Just me and Rhonda. It's good to know there is a network of bikers out there if I need it.
|Trying out TST. MMMM!!!|
Let's hope Rhonda has survived the crossing intact and may Customs be gentle with us!