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Warning this ride report has virtually no pictures or tales involving riding but an awful lot of pictures of drunken Celts. Read on with this in mind
Jockgrim a small town in Southern Germany hold a festival every two years. Ronno's Mother and Father live in the town and Ronnie thought it would be nice if he invited a few friends down to spend the festival with them.
So last Thursday......
The Newcastle to Amsterdam ferry was the chosen method for crossing to the continent so I took the opportunity to revisit a place from my long lost sordid past, Whitley Bay. The old hotel was still there where I stopped for a year while drinking and working occasionally on a site in Jarrow.
I had a nice lunch of fish and chips then wandered up the coast in search of Chris Kelly. Being weekday lunchtime I naturally looked in his local boozers. Not here.....
Not here...
I gave up after this, he was obviously sleeping off a lunchtime session somewhere. I wandered down to Tynemouth to look at the boats then on to the port. We all managed to get on the boat before it sailed. A nice bright day....
As we sailed out on the Tyne we passed a rig in for a refit...
On the boat we ate well at the buffet, although Mandy's pudding scarred me a little....
They then brought on the dancing girls, I use the term girls loosely...
Ronno was very impressed....
We had a long day of riding the next day so took it easy on the drink, I'm sure I was in bed for one'ish but I strangely seem to have lost all memory of getting back to my cabin.
Stay tuned dear reader more to come........

Jockgrim a small town in Southern Germany hold a festival every two years. Ronno's Mother and Father live in the town and Ronnie thought it would be nice if he invited a few friends down to spend the festival with them.
So last Thursday......
The Newcastle to Amsterdam ferry was the chosen method for crossing to the continent so I took the opportunity to revisit a place from my long lost sordid past, Whitley Bay. The old hotel was still there where I stopped for a year while drinking and working occasionally on a site in Jarrow.
I had a nice lunch of fish and chips then wandered up the coast in search of Chris Kelly. Being weekday lunchtime I naturally looked in his local boozers. Not here.....
Not here...
I gave up after this, he was obviously sleeping off a lunchtime session somewhere. I wandered down to Tynemouth to look at the boats then on to the port. We all managed to get on the boat before it sailed. A nice bright day....
As we sailed out on the Tyne we passed a rig in for a refit...
On the boat we ate well at the buffet, although Mandy's pudding scarred me a little....
They then brought on the dancing girls, I use the term girls loosely...
Ronno was very impressed....
We had a long day of riding the next day so took it easy on the drink, I'm sure I was in bed for one'ish but I strangely seem to have lost all memory of getting back to my cabin.
Stay tuned dear reader more to come........







