Crossing was uneventful, Bay of Biscay was calm, unlike my mate with the Goldie when we went down to the bikes to bike the fuckwitted bloke who tied his bike down thought it would be a good idea to strap it around the front mudguard stay, which of course snapped, so many rude words and tie clips later......
Loaded the bikes and decided to set off. The first stop was Hotel Santemar which is only a 5 minute ride from the ferry, and of course we were in sunny Spain!...
Not...
It rained literally as soon as we got off the boat, queuing for immigration was fun, pissing down, had to remove helmet, passport got wet, Spanish immigration office smiling smugly from his dry hut, and the rain was biblical, it was horrendous, stair rods etc...but at least we were here and the bikes were all behaving, well actually......
The Rocket Gold Star, not content with being on the naughty step twice before we even got on the boat, decided it was not happy with Spanish rain, and promptly stopped and refused to start, again.....We pushed it under cover, checked for a spark and discovered Fireman Sam had struck again, water/condensation in the mag...
