To that I say stay at home in your Little Princess Kingdom of Europe, read about it and criticise others for having the 'spirit of adventure' by going to Africa......donkey-head.
Here is the same ' Little Princess ' who has 'Orange' hair......
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We'd rendezvous with the French wing of the EDC as they were scouting out fast plain riding routes on the Plateau de Rekkam that would allow them to join us in Merzouga and where we'd ride together to Zagora.
In true EDC goat fashion the list of stupidity was ever growing.......
The plan was to rendezvous either at my house or in our usual clean hostel in Spain halfway south. There was some debate about ferry timings due to storms that battered the UK. Ultimately it all worked out fine with one rider staying with me and with us then meeting the others in Spain as Caceres.
Dave rode everyday to me from disembarking at Holland, He arrived tired with a small oil leak from an oil line on his Africa Twin. A couple of O rings were changed out and he was good to go.
He was first to get a free sticker.
Look at his hair.!!!!..........we'll have to get that sorted out by a Senior Stylist later...
We went out for a pizza and to go on a mini bender before leaving the next morning bound for Spain...here Dave is propping up my fireplace with the aid of a bottle of whiskey he brought me as a thank you...it'd be shame not to taste it
At least it wasn't raining as usual, the next morning......Dave was happy as he'd already ridden four millions kms just to get to me.
Off we rode over the scenic peaks of Col du Pourtalet and Snowdon, bound for Caceres via Zaragoza, Rome and Madrid where we'd meet up with those same others. Some one else will chime in to explain any moments of stupidity that might have occurred en route.
After a long day riding 47,008kms we arrived at the hostel. I was astounded at some of the hairstyles I must say.
A short dander up into the town centre for a beer and food in the square, after introductions....all the children were happy to be on the field trip.
We'd all be up early the next day for breakfast, a fuel up and to head south to Algeciras via Seville
Clean,decent rooms.
The Honda Dominator had been cutting out of and on which was finally traced to a faulty new NGK spark plug. The old one in reserve, was installed to cure the problem.
We stood here and there for food and fuel riding in good weather.
Oh look....some bikes.
After meeting up at the moto car park, tickets were purchased by most of us at the offices in the Terminal Building,
Goat moment...... I lost my balance and dropped my bike...stationary of course and snapped my mirror off. The last time I did that was at a fuel pump and broke the same side mirror.... bbbaaaaaaaaaaa
We queue up, chat and wait for the ferry.
Tim was caught on trying to siphon fuel fro; a ;lorry he'd parked beside whilst waiting on the ferry.......he was disappointed when .we told him his bike used petrol and not diesel and that he'd have to empty it al back into the lorry
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