Neale Bayly Rides: Ukraine


[Friend-of-MO, Neale Bayly sends us this dispatch from the beginning of his journey through Ukraine. As he does with most of his humanitarian travels, Bayly seeks to raise awareness about – and money to help address – the plight of the people he encounters along the way. – EB]

It began with a telephone name from award-winning photographer Kiran Ridley who was working in Lviv at the beginning of the warfare. Overlaying the refugee disaster from the saddle of an outdated Chinese language bike, he simply wanted to speak. It was chilly, harmful, and the entire metropolis was on a knife-edge of uncertainty as they ready for the potential of a Russian assault.

1000’s of miles away in my gentle, snug life, photographs of destroyed buildings, lifeless and injured civilians and outnumbered troopers combating for his or her nation stuffed Web information feeds and TV screens. It didn’t appear doable that in plain view of the world, Russia was concentrating on ladies and youngsters with their bombs and missiles, seemingly intent on destroying each aspect of Ukrainian life with this unprovoked assault.

BMW Motorrad offered two F850GS Adventures with full baggage and Navigation for Bayly and Ridley to make use of throughout their journey via Ukraine.

I referred to as Kiran again a few days later and requested how I may assist. How may I come to Ukraine to inform tales and lift cash, when he requested if it was doable to seek out a few bikes? Effectively, due to greater than twenty years of working with BMW Motorrad, it solely took a telephone name and we had two BMW F850GS Adventures with full baggage and Navigation in Munich after we have been prepared.

Subsequent, Arai Helmets jumped in and Revit supplied to supply us with journey driving outfits in the beginning began to grind to a crawl. My paperwork went in for my worldwide press credentials, and the wait was on. Kiran, who relies in France, needed to renew his bike license within the UK, and my press jacket and armor plates have been ordered with no supply date on account of extra demand. We held our collective breath, as every day appeared to convey some new problem. 

I made a decision to get a shot in my dodgy knee earlier than the journey, to seek out the Physician and his PA each motorcyclists, and each army fight veterans who knew me from my bike work. Two weeks later, I turned the primary civilian to undergo per week of Fight Life Saver coaching in Macon, Georgia, with Charlie Firm 148th Brigade Assist Battalion. The concept being, if the shit hits the fan, I hopefully have the talents, and the gear due to Sergeant Garcia, to cope with the forms of accidents we might be coping with. It started to really feel actual.

As soon as again dwelling, the shit storm continued for me with a nasty respiratory an infection, Kiran caught Covid again in Ukraine, and a bunch of different private points he had touring between Paris and England for work threatened to overwhelm him. He recovered, I recovered, and he needed to return to Ukraine abruptly on a brand new task. Our departure received pushed again once more. It was a mad interval of sketchy telephone calls as he did the mad sprint throughout Ukraine and Poland to get dwelling to Paris, file paperwork with the Ukrainian army to permit me entry, and apologize to BMW for delaying our pickup date. Kiran additionally nonetheless needed to make a visit to England to select up my vest and helmet. So, our stress meter was nonetheless on excessive.

Lastly, I booked a one-way ticket, Kiran received his schedule cleared, and I caught Covid. It actually did appear as if we weren’t destined to experience to Ukraine. A protracted, gradual week of illness handed, I modified my ticket, received my adverse take a look at, and at last landed in Paris.

I’ll save the small print of our journey via Germany, Czech Republic, Poland, and into Ukraine for a later date, however fortunately, it was as clean as any bike journey might be. We made it to Lviv in western Ukraine with none points after some excessive stress on the border.

We’ve been in Ukraine for 5 days and been on quite a lot of assignments working with probably the most good fixers. From 1500 ft beneath the floor of the earth in an outdated ‘70s Soviet period coal mine, to spending the day with younger amputees who simply weeks in the past have been on the entrance line, it’s been intense. We’ve visited a well-known Speedway stadium to spend time with some racers, been to a 16th Century Monastery that’s housing fifty refugees from Kharkiv, and been hammering away on social media soliciting donations that we are going to give to the venture that almost all wants our help. 

Most days individuals are messaging to say keep protected, some are donating, and for probably the most half right here within the western a part of Ukraine, we’re okay. There are moments although, like when world well-known photographer Brent Stirton, ex South African Particular forces, messages from Sri Lanka to say “it’s no joke, I’ve misplaced two pals and two others wounded,” that the gnawing in my intestine begins. It’s the identical feeling that occurs when the air raid sirens wail, or we method a army checkpoint out within the nation. 

It’s attention-grabbing, as there’s one other stronger feeling that sweeps over me, after I’m on the rehab heart seeing so many younger males with lacking limbs or spending time with refugees listening to their horrific tales, that threatens to overwhelm my feelings. Then we get busy, it passes, and I discover myself driving a silky clean BMW bike on a bit of twisting asphalt, carving via a wonderful nation panorama, marveling on the gorgeous structure within the villages, the onion domed church buildings, and the quiet rural life we’re passing via. It will be an idyllic nation to make a motorbike journey, an journey experience or vacation. As peaceable and exquisite because it seems although, actuality comes speeding again within the data that these stunning folks, this gorgeous structure and this peaceable life-style may be gone immediately from Russian bombs or missiles and the gnawing in my intestine returns. 

Subsequent, we go east. The tales are going to get tougher and the struggle in my head will return, because the seek for the phrases and pictures to speak the necessity for us all to assist continues. 

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 [This is the first of a series of Neale Bayly’s experiences in Ukraine. To date, Neale has raised over $3,000 for the people of Ukraine through Wellspring, the charitable organization of which Neale is President and Founder. – EB]

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