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Susuman – Kadykchan

31.07.10

It was a day for late starts … we left Yagodnoye about 2pm and I decided on a short ride, 140km down the road to Susuman.  There was little point going further.  There are no towns down the road we were going to go.  Susuman was a good base to tackle the Old Summer Road, between the two abandoned towns of Kadykchan and Kyubeme.  And so I put my headphones in and we cruised to Susuman where we checked into a hotel for the night about 5pm.

This car didnt make it to Susuman …

And neither did these two …

01.08.10

I wanted an early start because today was going to be a key day, but Sherri Jo needed to do some packing re-structuring.  We finally got away about 11:30am after a stop for some local sightseeing – one plane buff resident has stuck an Ilyushin aeroplane to his apartment.

He can even walk through the fuselage to say hello from the cockpit.

Once underway we hotfooted it to the abandoned city of Kadykchan.

Those who read last year’s Road of Bones report will recall the history.  Last year Tony and I had arrived at 10pm and needed to do the remaining 80km to Susuman to get to a hotel.  This year I had a lot more time to explore.  And for those of you who requested more pictures of the abandoned city, I made sure I took plenty more pictures for your viewing pleasure.

Yagodnoye

Back on the main road and heading North, we were stopped by a big 4WD van from Magadan.  It was a bunch of guys from the local 4WD club “Nord Trophy”.   A few of the guys recognised me.  We had all eaten sushi together in Magadan last year with Tony.  It is a small world sometimes.

Dinner time came in Orotukan.  Sherri Jo treated me, since it was my birthday.  The next town with a hotel was still 140 km down the road … Yagodnoye.  We had little choice by to press on.  I bought a birthday beer, tucked it into my riding jacket, and we headed off into the evening light.

Sherri crossing the Kolyma River: The river whose name is associated throughout Russia with two things, death and gold.

Just as it was getting dark (around 11pm) we pulled into Yagodnoye, found the local hotel and I cracked open my birthday beer.  It was an unusual birthday (as mine usually are) – it had started with caviar in an abandoned town, ended with a beer 350 km down the road, and in between I had made it to a Gulag.  I was chuffed!

The Gulag

My birthday began in the tiny cabin in Myakit … Sherri presented me with a card and present.  I had taken a tub of red caviar (salmon roe) with me from Magadan.  So on the communal bench at Myakit my birthday breakfast was caviar on bread.  I piled it on thick and ploughed in, while the locals opened the first beers of the day!

The main mission for my birthday was getting to a Gulag.  Gulags were set up under Stalin’s regime to use political prisoners to mine the abundant gold and uranium deposits that had been discovered in the Kolyma region.  The prisoners were treated appalingly, had to labour through winters of -50 C, slept in the most primitive of conditions, and not surprisingly, many died.  When the needs of the state required more labour for the Gulags, the rate of political arrests was stepped up.  A huge department was set up to administer the Kolyma Gulag system – Dalstroi.  Magadan itself was built only in 1939 to serve as the port and logistics centre for the Dalstroi project.  Into Magadan’s harbour went captive prisoners, and out came the valuable gold and uranium that was bought with prisoners lives.

The whole Dalstroi project was incredibly inhumane and estimates are that of the 3 million who went in, an incredible 700,000 people died – in the Kolyma Gulags alone (In the Soviet Union as a whole, up to 12 million people when though Stalin’s Gulags).  When Stalin himself died in 1953, his successors, most of whom were appalled at Stalin’s barbarity, began closing down the Gulags.  Most were closed in the 1950s, a few lingered on till the early 60s.  Ultimately, any surviving mine sites were converted to towns, with paid labour doing the mining, under normal Soviet working conditions (actually they were paid up to 3 times what people made in Moscow, to encourage reluctant miners to move to such a remote region).

Our friends in Magadan had given us the GPS co-ordinates of a Gulag not too far from the main road.  Generally information about Gulags in the region only comes by word of mouth.  The local government in Magadan Region wants to move on from Dalstroi and the Gulag histories.  A few locals who had set up tour businesses specialising in trips to Gulags have been shut down by local authorities.  It’s a bit of a taboo subject.  The handful of westerners who do make it to Magadan are usually either mad motorcyclists or geologists.  Almost none take the time to seek out a Gulag.  It was something that I had wanted to do last year, but had no location information.  I didn’t know where to find a Gulag.  They don’t have signs pointing to them.  Most are down tracks that have hardly been used in 50 years.  And now we had information about a Gulag and the condition of the track leading to it.  The track was challenging in bits, but do-able by a loaded bike.

Sherri Jo knew the track to the Gulag would be tough for her, but for her as well as for me, a visit to a Gulag, the very reason everything exists in the Kolyma, was too much of a rarity – too much of a highlight to pass up.

Two hours down the Gulag track and we got there.  Dneprovski.  An abandoned tin mining Gulag, that had shut down in 1955.

Wild blueberries grew everywhere and made for a nice lunch.

The ride back was quicker.  Sherri Jo was picking up the art of riding a loaded bike over this kind of terrain, and she listened to advice.  She was handling most of the water crossing completely unaided now.

Goodbye Vladivostok

We had one final day in Vladivostok before flying North to Magadan to rendezvous with our bikes.  It was a last chance to capture some images of this once closed port city.  The weather was humid and fog filled the city, as usual, so I decided to shoot people rather than scenery:

Sailors down near the Naval port:

A couple in the central square:

Visiting US and Japanese sailors got into a bidding war for this old Russian Naval uniform.

And down by the Submarine war memorial, another typical local couple.

My final act in Vladivostok – I popped into a badge shop I had found late last week.  Lucy, the badgemaker there had whipped for me a new supply of Sibirsky Extreme badges … and had put together for me an all new badge … the Road of Bones badge – for people who have ridden, cycled or driven between Yakutsk and Magadan.

That was enough for Vladivostok.  We had been there a long time … and we had seen a lot.  But we were long overdue to move on.

Next stop – Magadan.