, grab hotel, shower/meal/beer+log fire=happy again.The title says it all really.
I'd had this 'romantic dream' of dropping Lou off at an Airport to fly home and I could carry on to ........... who knows where but a couple of days earlier I had realised that whenever I'm on my own, and see something really special or experience something, I always wish that a certain somebody was there with me to share it with
:sick: so I'd decided to ride North in the general direction of Home with Lou on the back. Now every longish trip has a 'down day' where the weather is bad, the roads are boring, there is no destination as such and your head isn't in the right place, suffice to say this was it.The only highlight of the day was whilst grabbing a coffee/petrol at a Motorway service station when a coach load of South Korean tourist pulled up and promptly gathered around us. The only English speaking person then started asking questions about where we were from, how many miles had we ridden, how much the bike cost etc etc and when he translated back to his fellow passengers there was a group "ooooohhhhhhhh" followed by a click of camera shutters from the gathered Minions. They all disappeared as quickly as they'd arrived whilst we just looked at each other, shook our heads and laughed as if to say WTF was that all about-a very surreal moment.
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