8th Oct 12′ Ronda Valley, Spain – Kinitra, Morocco
225 road miles. Early this morning before leaving our shedued campsite, we made comunual coffee then continued our journey thriough the Ronda Valley. Last night Fre decided to follow in Dai’s foot steps and slept tentless under the stars, therefore, not leaving much to pack though Fre being Fre was still the last to finish. As the sun lifted in the sky it cast shadows across the mountain sides making one half in darkenss and the other in bright sunshine. There was a freshness in the air but not too cold – perfect riding weather really. Fre had already covered many milesto meet
7th Oct 12′ Greetings, Wild Camp, Spain – Ronda Valley, Spain
Approx. 456 miles. Last night, on arrival in to Bilbao port we assisted some other riders unstrap their bikes, before saying our goodbye’s to the lovely people we met on board. On dry land (but still swaying from the effects of the boat) met Fre, our Belgium friend. That now made us “the three adventure road hogs”. It was cool and overcast but at least it wasnt raining. Even though on dry land the effects of the 24 hour sailing gently rocking us from side to side made me feel as if I was still on board. Either that or the
5/6th Oct 12′ Farewell, Hampton – Portsmouth – Bilbao
Approx. 220 road miles. All packed and ready to go (see my equipment list), I left Hampton feeling very sad to be leaving my lovely wife for so long, but couldn’t wait to see what this adventure would have in store for me. Prior to me leaving, Kerry suggested she run a blog alongside mine with regards life without me. We could call it “the wine route”. Let’s see if that happens, I think it would make very interesting reading especially whilst in Tennerife. We look forward to your weekly blogs. The bike is well over loaded with all kinds
1st Day, Wednesdy 8th June. Hampton, England – Couhe, France. 542 miles.
Woke at 0400, loaded his already heavily ladened BMW with his remaining items and kissed his darling wife farewell whilst she still slept. Thomas immediately encountered problems and had to manually open the usually automatic exit gate from the under ground car park. He suspected the motor had burned out. Hampton was grim and he prayed for a rain free ride along the boring, direct motorway to Portsmouth. On arrival at the port, Thomas befriended a fellow biker, who, unbeknowing to them both would meet up later in the day. The wind was strong and a rough ferry crossing to
