DAY EIGHTEEN: Chefchaoun to Tanger
Friday 17th April 2009
Today was about the commute to the ferry back to Tanger and our hotel in Alhaurin
The first part of the roads were dreadful, plunging down a hill in the p*ssing rain, visor misted up, sand and crap flung up, mental van drivers and lorries that either didn't know or care that you were there....it could be scary if you let it....
Bob had an off on a corner, he was in front of me, on some diesel, mercifully he stopped short of the armco, he was such a trooper in getting straight back on the bike and it's a testament to the BMWs, 2 minutes of spannering and it's back on the road, well and truly dinged to sh*t, Steptoe should make some money out of this one....
The ferry is cool first chance to eat something which I might recognise, a baguette, crisps, fanta and a snickers bar is E8, I try to barter, evidently the Spanish don't barter or do humour.....
I can assure you I was dreaming happy thoughts....
back in Spain, just some of the group
had another race with Bill on Spanish soil, I won again....
...first back to the Hotel.....
It's back to the Mirador, a truly wonderful hotel and we are kindly cared for by Esther (I think that's her name...
), pizza, pasta, too much alcohol, oh dear, I have a long journey North ahead of me tomorrow, hey ho I'm happy, I'm drunk, I'm not even pleasantly happy, I've gone past that, I've survived, it was an Adventure not a Holiday, Bill was right, we laugh, we tell stories, I feel comfortable in the company of my new friends, I don't want to leave, why does it have to end, it's just not fair.....
I stagger to bed at about 2 in the morning (I think
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