garfield
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So this will take a few hours to get loaded up, what with the photos and the writing. About the photos, some of them are mine, some are taken by others (for which I am truly grateful). Equally important, I hope this is as much the story of the folks I shared my great adventure with.
Day One: Tuesday 31st March 2009
It's a long old bash down to Portsmouth. I stop in the City of London to have coffee with a great friend of mine. I haven't seen him for weeks, I really love meeting up with friends it's fun watching the conversation continue with all of the same gusto and where we left off
I cut my time a little short and end up doing a mad stomp down to Portsmouth making everything in good time but I know I've rushed myself. I get a sound telling off from some pompous old fool about not wearing my lid as I rid onto the ferry, "it's against the law you know".....
The Pont Aven is a lovely little boat, seems ship shape and bristol fashion for my arrival, a flurry of texts between myself and Fanum and I meet up with Reg who's also doing the trip with Moto Morocco (enjoyed a rather nice steak and chips with Reg who was my dinner companion....). I also meet Tim Cullis and a buddy (Steve I think) who are heading to Morocco to find dinosaurs. I feel naughty for not recognising Tim and when we properly introduce ourselves, I excuse my ignorance by saying his photo makes him look taller, I'm sorry Tim....
Day shifts to night, the booze starts to flow and the entertainment makes the stage. Of particular note was Elvis, he was awesome to be honest, the rest of the acts garbage. I get very drunk on red wine and enjoy the company of other Morocco bound travellers (some nutters from Sheffield or rather they worked with nutters - mental nurses 1 think and I copper in their group, who I insulted I think by tipping red wine over him....)
Another one of the group is young Chris. Heading for a french resort to be a watersports instructor. He had his Thundercat fully loaded and clutching a ferry ticket bought by his gran (and a bag of bread, cheese and ham).... It's great hearing his story though, I smile constantly, the get up and go of youth, embarking on his own big adventure....
I turn in for bed, utterly pished around 4 a.m. thank goodness I have most of tomorrow to sleep it off.....
Day One: Tuesday 31st March 2009
It's a long old bash down to Portsmouth. I stop in the City of London to have coffee with a great friend of mine. I haven't seen him for weeks, I really love meeting up with friends it's fun watching the conversation continue with all of the same gusto and where we left off
I cut my time a little short and end up doing a mad stomp down to Portsmouth making everything in good time but I know I've rushed myself. I get a sound telling off from some pompous old fool about not wearing my lid as I rid onto the ferry, "it's against the law you know".....
The Pont Aven is a lovely little boat, seems ship shape and bristol fashion for my arrival, a flurry of texts between myself and Fanum and I meet up with Reg who's also doing the trip with Moto Morocco (enjoyed a rather nice steak and chips with Reg who was my dinner companion....). I also meet Tim Cullis and a buddy (Steve I think) who are heading to Morocco to find dinosaurs. I feel naughty for not recognising Tim and when we properly introduce ourselves, I excuse my ignorance by saying his photo makes him look taller, I'm sorry Tim....
Day shifts to night, the booze starts to flow and the entertainment makes the stage. Of particular note was Elvis, he was awesome to be honest, the rest of the acts garbage. I get very drunk on red wine and enjoy the company of other Morocco bound travellers (some nutters from Sheffield or rather they worked with nutters - mental nurses 1 think and I copper in their group, who I insulted I think by tipping red wine over him....)
Another one of the group is young Chris. Heading for a french resort to be a watersports instructor. He had his Thundercat fully loaded and clutching a ferry ticket bought by his gran (and a bag of bread, cheese and ham).... It's great hearing his story though, I smile constantly, the get up and go of youth, embarking on his own big adventure....
I turn in for bed, utterly pished around 4 a.m. thank goodness I have most of tomorrow to sleep it off.....
.....more to follow