Brief trip from the hotel to the port and a speedy progression through customs was no help to us. Will and me had a four hour wait for our ferry whilst the others were all off in the hour but that is the disadvantage of buying a return ticket, wouldn't do that next time. There was one rider, who shall remain nameless, that managed to fall off his bike on a roundabout within the port and claimed it was diesel on the road, we have all heard that old chestnut before ....... haven't we Keith!
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| semaphore in stereo |
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| The long wait begins |
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Lost my rear damping and found a hole in the
hose that goes to the remote gas cylinder |
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| All aboard |
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| Crossing the Straights of Gibraltar |
Got to Spain at 5pm and reached a small town called Marchena, very picturesque (sorry no photos) and the street we were in was lined with bars and one of them was a tapas bar, so that suited us fine. Parked the bikes on the pavement outside and nothing was touched.
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| Tapas |
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