Vuz Moto Tent: Overland Expo Honest Review
There has been a lot of buzz on the forums about this new tent from Vuz. In all my reading I have found so many things to love about this tent but I haven’t had a chance to spend the night in it yet. In about four weeks I will be attending Overland Expo East at Reeb’s Ranch in North Carolina. While there I will be using the Vuz Moto Tent exclusively for keeping the bike tip-top, sleeping and any partying I am willing to do inside the enormous garage.
First off the tent is much tougher than I would have thought for the price. The material is thick and strong while still being light enough to not get out of hand. I have carried ultralight backpacking tents that felt fragile like toilet paper and heavy canvas tents that could break your back. This one sits right in the middle and is a nice mix of weight saving and strength. The setup was one of my biggest concerns and it wasn’t a big deal at all. The directions weren’t great but if you have a picture of the tent as it is supposed to look available, you can find your way through it easily enough.
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I just received the Vuz Moto Tent from Amazon. This looks like it could be the Redverz killer but I am so curious if anyone else has been using one.
We are taking a day to recoup and bring the bikes back to tip top while we hang out in paradise.
The room is freezing just the way we love it. We have been overheating every day and both nights in Tikal were hot and humid so this has been a welcome departure. I took this opportunity to try to do a thorough sink washing of all my gear. I have worn two different technical shirts for my top layer so far and they are getting pretty nasty. I have three pairs of Ex-Officio underwear I have been rotating to keep as fresh as possible. They aren’t bad but it would be nice to deep clean them now that I have the chance. The last item I really need to work on is the liner of my helmet. It has been getting pretty gruesome in there with all the warm days and rain we have met up with. It is so bad that I often opt to keep the visor at least a little open so I don’t drown in my own stink. No Bueno. This is my first time removing the liner and I am proud to say the Scorpion EXO AT-950 came out with no issues. I have washed everything and it is set up to dry next to the cold air output of the AC unit. Now to tackle some bike maintenance.
This is where I encountered my first real problem of the trip. Apparently, overloading the panniers and taking the speed tables like mini ramps wasn’t a great idea because my right pannier frame has broken dramatically. I am running the SW Motech racks with the QD bolts. The top bolt has gone missing on me so the entire rack is hanging a little. Underweight I bet it would like it’s about to get ripped off. I took a moment to lament the fact that I didn’t change out the quick disconnect bolts with real bolts when I first saw them at installation months ago but that time has passed. There is nothing I can do now to go back and fix my error. Joe and I figured we could probably pick something up along the way to bolt the frame back together properly or we would be able to find a place once we got to Roatan. For now, I just used my Mosko Moto straps to cinch the frame back towards the bike and tight with the other side. It seemed to hold well enough creating an X pattern across the pillion portion of my seat. That ought to hold as long as I don’t act like a Nitro Circus performer hitting topes every day. I lubed the chain again and packed up in the heat to relax a little in our room while I waited for dinner.
This hotel is incredible. Belize has a gorgeous coastline and this place is taking full advantage of the view. They also have a Mexican restaurant across the street which faces toward the bay. We wanted a little change for this evening and opted for Mexican at Jalapenos. The food was good, the drinks were fruity and because it is the offseason we were almost the only two people in the place.
I am glad to have had the rest and tomorrow is a big day as we head back to Guatemala and hopefully into Honduras depending on the border(s). I am not taking the AC in this place for granted or the fact that I can hear the pool fountain right outside our window. I could see journeying back to this place for a vacation all it’s own.
We rose fairly early today because we are excited to get on the road if for no other reason than we hope it will help dry off our gear. We have existed for more than 48 hours now in the jungle with almost constant rain soaking us down. It has been an incredible time but we need to get on the road because we have Belize on our mind for today. It should be about a 200 mile trip with a border crossing included.
Our breakfast was very good and we have been extraordinarily happy with our stay at the Tikal Jungle Lodge. It is a little more spartan than I would want long term with its generator shut-offs, screaming monkeys at night and impossible sat connections but it was a great experience overall staying at the foothills of the Tikal ruins.
Joe, of course, was packed up long before me and headed towards the bike in a slight sprinkle. I was trying to catch up back in the room and in my rush, I almost didn’t notice the hitchhiker I was about to fold up with the rest of my clothing. Stuck in the seam was a little half-dollar sized scorpion which may have been the little brother of the two big guys we saw at dinner our first night. Initially, I jumped just a little at the feeling that where there is one, there must be more and I worried about them crawling all over me. Once I verified I wasn’t covered in little beasts I sought to swipe this little guy out of my bag, buckled up and made my way to the bike with a smile on my face. I was ready to get the hell out of the jungle and headed toward the beach.
We cleared the mist of the jungle and got back onto roads surrounded by scrolling greenery. There were huge fields of what appeared to be sugar cane which made it feel like driving through Iowa when the corn is at its highest. The winding roads were fun and the weather was warm enough to dry us off nicely. We rolled into the border crossing still feeling great from the days perfect ride.
The entry into Belize was a bit of a culture shock as it feels like a continuation of Guatemala based on the environment but all of a sudden everyone is speaking English. If you aren’t paying attention there is a moment where you might think you are finally getting your Spanish down because you can finally understand everything being said to you. Don’t worry, you haven’t flown through a time warp where you are bilingual you have just made it to the former British Commonwealth of Belize. The lines are fairly intuitive as we started with the first little booth right inside the door and made our way to customs at the back of the building. The only thing that was different for us than the rest was our quick trip outside to get the bikes checked in before we could get our final stamp of approval. All in all, this was a very simple border crossing. When we pulled through we immediately headed to a cluster of huts just beyond the border to the right where we could purchase insurance.
We headed into the first building to feel the pleasantly cool air conditioning in a small room with two desks facing the door. The woman to our right extended her hand, introduced herself and asked if we were looking for insurance. We sat down and she was quick about getting us both through with 3 days worth of insurance for the bikes. She was extremely nice and asked us about our trip so far. It was nice to finally feel like we could talk to someone and again I lamented my lack of Spanish as I wasn’t having these types of interactions in other places. Before we walked out I asked if I could put a sticker on the front of her desk where other voyages were displayed. I can’t tell you how much I love the sticker and logo created for Be Gone For Good. It just makes me proud even if I am not exactly living up to the promise of “good” during my trip.
We carried forward and entered into what felt like paradise. The towns we passed through felt like every Caribbean country I had been to before. Color and life seemed to be spilling out of every corner of my vision. I was on the intercom with Joe and I remarked how startling it was to see someone out jogging all of a sudden when for days prior no one was out running on the street. The attention we received coming into this country was far different than Mexico or Guatemala where only children would wave to us. It was definitely a bit of a difference but for the first time, I felt like we were getting close to where we were headed. I think it was because Belize felt more like what I expected from Roatan. I can’t believe I am on this trip.
The other difference which is really great is the speed bumps of Mexico and Guatemala are gone, replaced by speed tables which make for perfect ramps. I watched Joe hit these pristine concrete tables launching both wheels off the ground with a “brrrt” of the throttle. It wasn’t long before I decided to give it a go as well. I wasn’t nearly as aggressive but there were a couple times where I felt completely airborne. It was thrilling and for a moment I felt like I should be on the cover of ADVMoto.
We pulled into a gas station in Placencia after riding through gorgeous beachfront mansions, sandy-floored restaurants, and bars serving all sorts of blended drinks. It felt amazing to fill up right on the water where tour groups were returning with lines full of fish. The sun was dropping quickly and I was looking forward to getting to the resort. I grabbed a few Fantas to stock up and we took off. Standing on the pegs we cruised through town with flip-flop wearing couples making there way to dinner in linen shirts and shorts. I felt like a king. We pulled into Robert’s Grove Beach Resort, parked the bikes and started unloading. The palm trees greeted us with calm sways and behind them, I could see glimmers of the late afternoon sun bouncing off the water. It was beautiful.
We checked in and were given a complimentary drink. I chose the rum punch and Joe asked for something with less sweetness. He completed our check-in procedure while I took a seat overlooking the water to enjoy my free beverage. Today was definitely a good day.
Oh man, we got another late start today, and most of it is my fault. We woke up later than expected but, to be fair, it may have had something to do with the blackout shades in the room. We went downstairs to take advantage of the enormous breakfast buffet that was offered. I crashed the omelet station and asked for pretty much everything he had stuffed into mine. Joe opted to hit the fruit cart for his meal only to eventually supplement with some beans and rice. I wanted to cry. The meal was good but more importantly huge and bottomless. Joe and I have the tendency when sitting down for a meal to get into some pretty heavy conversations and this morning was no different. The scope of the convo took us into the noon hour and I finally realized we had to get out of there if we were going to beat our 1 pm checkout time.
We hustled upstairs fat from eating and Joe promptly got himself ready to leave. I, on the other hand, took so much longer because I had all my gear out while I had decent wifi. I am in no condition to move quickly with all this stuff. It took me the better part of the remaining hour to pack up and get everything ready to haul downstairs. I hoisted my gargantuan Mosko Moto BC40 onto my back while I grabbed one pannier in either hand. Between the two side cases, I must have close to 50 pounds worth of stuff. This is not the way to travel and I am regretting overpacking to this degree. It makes loading and unloading the bike a pain and a sure fire way to ruin a good riding day. I will figure it out eventually, I am sure.
We get all the way down to the parking garage where I bikes spent the night and all I can think as the hot sun hits its high point in the sky, is how did I not get into the pool at some point in our stay? Joe was good enough to remain patient while I strapped everything down and locked up for our ride. Finally, we were able to take off with a short day ahead of us because we are stopping at Palenque to visit the ruins. We have just over 150km to cover so we are taking it easy.
The trip was completely uneventful until we arrived in Palenque. There is a main drag that runs right through the middle of the town. At the beginning of this road there is the first in a series of traffic lights. I was trailing Joe by a little distance when the light he just passed through turned yellow. I figured there was no need to push it, so I slowed assuming Joe would either see me or get stopped himself at one of the many lights ahead. Unfortunately, neither happened and I watched, stuck at the light, as Joe became a smaller and smaller figure and eventually disappeared in the distance. Damn it. I rode ahead with the thought I would eventually catch up. Then as I rode over the last hill that limited my sight from my perch at the light just a few minutes ago, I see a split in the road for a roundabout where the town’s brightly colored sign stands. Do I go left or right? What if I choose a path at the same time Joe doubles back? Is this where I get lost in Mexico forever?
Relief washed over me as I realized I had my Garmin InReach on me and so does Joe. I sent out a quick text to tell him I was waiting at the sign whenever he could make it back to me. It only took about ten minutes but the entire time I was battling with my fear of what I was going to have to do to ensure my safety alone for the night, if need be. Luckily, it wasn’t long before I heard the distinct sound of the KTM’s exhaust as Joe came back around the corner. I knew I should have gone right. The hotel was only about 3 miles away from my tumble into the abyss and we pulled up laughing about my misfortune with the light.
We were happy to have a short day of riding but it was still the hottest part of the day so we wanted to get inside quickly. The hotel was called, Hotel Villa Mercedes Palenque and it was a beautiful, grass-roofed series of huts. In the distance, I could see pathways stretching towards pools and spas. This was going to be a fine place to stay and I was looking forward to some much-needed downtime because my back was getting awfully tight.
Joe came out with a room key while I slowly disassembled my cumbersome load. The golf cart took him to our room with the promise to swing back to pick me up when I had finished. More and more I am realizing why it is so important to pack well and sparsely for trips like this. God forbid I had to carry everything to our room. I might die on the way of heat exhaustion. The cart eventually doubled back and off I went down the path to our very luxurious room. I passed not one but two pools on my way to the room. This was going to be very nice indeed. The room was already cool when I got there and Joe was already changed over for our journey to Palenque. We decided to forgo ATGATT for the park visit as it was just a mile or so down the road. We got to the front desk to inquire about which direction we should go and once we got past the obviously rough Spanish, they informed us the park would be closing in about 30 minutes and they probably wouldn’t let us in this late. Damn it again. My feet dragging and packing nonsense cost us an opportunity to visit some of the oldest ruins this side of Mexico.
We rolled with the punches and decided this was fate’s way of telling us to hit up the pool. We quickly changed back in the room and headed to the only pool where the bar was still open. Drinks were ordered and I decided to drink my sore back away. While in the pool we were approached by a man and a woman who had clearly been drinking a little longer than us. They introduced themselves as Carlos and Elena. Carlos was from Medellin, Colombia and Elena was from Guadalajara, Mexico. They were at the hotel on business which seemed to be going very well because Carlos was downing top-shelf tequila and buying drinks in an effort to catch us up. We talked about our travels and they talked about their business (plastic roofing for agricultural and industrial sites) for a couple of hours. Carlos told us about his desire to have Columbia and specifically Medellin was known as something other than Pablo Escobar’s formal stomping grounds. We listened and practiced our Spanish a little even though both spoke perfectly acceptable English. As the sun dropped lower and lower, Joe had to leave to catch his massage appointment (like I said, we needed a break) and I said goodbye to our new friends with tentative plans to see them again at dinner.
Unfortunately, dinner never happened, likely because Carlos couldn’t see straight but we both valued our first real conversation with people other than each other. We were invigorated and definitely slightly more confident giving Spanish a shot. Our dinner was very good and the restaurant was practically empty. We each had about three Fantas to celebrate our last full day in Mexico. Tomorrow we will ride for the Guatemalan border with the goal being Flores and the ruins at Tikal.
I am so excited because this will be my first international to international border. The Mexican border at Reynosa still felt like home. Tomorrow I will be crossing a “real” border and I imagine it is going to be tough to sleep. I can’t wait to see Guatemala.