I like to keep my plans flexible when I go away (usually solo unless my son is riding pillion). But to describe this years trip as one of indecision would be a monumental understatement.
Anyway, the ferry had been booked for ages from Plymouth to Santander 13th September with the return to Portsmouth a week later. The return got changed by BF due to the inevitable but the date was the same and I would just be arriving back in Plymouth rather than Portsmouth. Slightly longer crossing and further schlep home but absolutely no big deal.
Original plan was to kick around the Picos for a week and without boring anyone with the detail of how this instead became a trip through the Picos to Portugal, then became a trip across Southern France camping, then reverted back to the original plan only decided at the time of disembarking in Santander is a story for another day when everyone is truely bored.
Anyway to keep you mildly entertained for now here are some pics so far. To give some context, I'm typing this on the evening of Monday 14th September having just arrived in Ojedo this afternoon.
Lunch of champions at the services. Socially distanced by eating it in the dog walking area as all the benches were taken by the crowds. Think on your feet, just don't sit in the shit!
Don't ask about the Ortlieb...
I brought the GT in July having spent 2 years trying to turn by 1290 SDR into a tourer. The 210 mile run down to Plymouth was easily as comfortable as any day in the saddle on the GSA. I really do love this bike.
Sat in the queue for about 5 minutes before being ushered to the front so they could get the bikes loaded first
This will bite us on the other side.
Anyway, the ferry had been booked for ages from Plymouth to Santander 13th September with the return to Portsmouth a week later. The return got changed by BF due to the inevitable but the date was the same and I would just be arriving back in Plymouth rather than Portsmouth. Slightly longer crossing and further schlep home but absolutely no big deal.
Original plan was to kick around the Picos for a week and without boring anyone with the detail of how this instead became a trip through the Picos to Portugal, then became a trip across Southern France camping, then reverted back to the original plan only decided at the time of disembarking in Santander is a story for another day when everyone is truely bored.
Anyway to keep you mildly entertained for now here are some pics so far. To give some context, I'm typing this on the evening of Monday 14th September having just arrived in Ojedo this afternoon.
Lunch of champions at the services. Socially distanced by eating it in the dog walking area as all the benches were taken by the crowds. Think on your feet, just don't sit in the shit!
Don't ask about the Ortlieb...
I brought the GT in July having spent 2 years trying to turn by 1290 SDR into a tourer. The 210 mile run down to Plymouth was easily as comfortable as any day in the saddle on the GSA. I really do love this bike.
Sat in the queue for about 5 minutes before being ushered to the front so they could get the bikes loaded first
This will bite us on the other side.
