I'm gonna post 6 piccies too.......
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First off we have mine and Sockpuppets bikes in the Maidstone services. We hadn't even 'started' the journey proper loike and hit a blizzard on the M20 on the way to meet t'others. It was foolhardy to press on to our rendevous with the others in Folkestone (eh lads
) and as we pulled off the M-way Sockpuppet dropped his bike twice
, we were then caught up by the ol' bill and he kindly escorted into the services
Snow was to be a big feature of our trip, when I broke off on my own I was also snowed-in in The Atlas mountains and again hit trouble in The Picos at the end of the trip - I also arrived home in snow; syncronicity
Here we have my first night on my own in Morocco. I'd been getting increasingly frustrated at staying in 'western' style hotels and now, at last, was in a small familly run Auberge. I was the only guest and was sat there planning which Pistes to ride the next day, courtesey of the book so kindly given to me by Mikey
with some bizzare Moroccan soap playing in the background.
Meanwhile the owner was cooking me up the most delicious Tangerine (Tm Thunder
) in his kitchen
Another days ride and, at last, I was on the Pistes - this is what I'd been looking forward to all the time we were riding througfh cold, wet, snowy Europe. Master of my own destiny (Tm Whatton
)
The skies were huge, soooooooooo huge.......................
.................nothing, just nothing for miles and miles......................
And finally, strangely you may think, the highlight of the trip for me was a lock-in in a bar in Jerez on my way home.
The owner was a biker (Capnord), his wife was gregarious and bonkers in only the way the Spanish can be and his mates played guitar and sang flamenco all night whilst we demolished bottle after bottle of Manzanilla, crap piccie as most are out of shot but a great reminder of a fab night
Andres