Sat Nav froze on Micks bike. Untold pain and anguish. Still, only teething troubles 🙂 Look who’s the techy tw@t sorting it all out while Mr Cool stands idle alongside.
Three Wise Adventurers
There comes a time, when all good men reach a certain level of wisdom. Studious, yet considered. Complete, yet searching. Wise, yet fools.
The time of our lives means we must follow a certain ethos. This is re-enforced by the following mantra.
Never pass a pisser; Never trust a fart; and Never waste a stiffy!
The first campsite
So Chris said the campsite we were going to was open. No it wasn’t. It was full of horses instead! Chris is no longer with us. Thats the way it is. Sorry.
Anyway, found another campsite 18 km back the way we came. Good food at the bar, drank a pint of beer and drank another pint of beer. No supermarket open anywhere so couldn’t coooke our own. Honest.
Santander
Ok ok, a scenic picture. Some house thing viewed from the ferry just as we came in to dock. No idea who’s it is.
Bosun Chris
Met a really top Chap – Chris who was riding down Portugal, via off roading pretty much all the way. Unfortunately on a GS not a KTM (or Triumph)!
Portsmouth behind
So, no going back now. Portsmouth is now behind us. As we cruise out, we spot Sooty’s yacht moors up on the cheap moorings and the £4Bln warship moored up in the pic above. The most expensive real estate we have – the war ship, not Sooty’s boat.
Pee relief
As age creeps in, rushing at speed to the ferry port not because of excitement of the pending bike tour but because there is an incapacity to hold the urge of the bladder. Mick and Sooty on their way back after relieving their urges! He, he.
Helmet Comms
The Boys trying to get their helmet intercoms to work. I’m sure the instructions have not been interpreted properly!
