280 Miles
average speed 50mph
Driving time approx 5.30 hrs
Car: check.
motorbike: check.
walkytalkies: check.
Everything else: not checked
Ferry: missed
Ferry: missed
Ferry: missed
Ferry: missed
Ferry: missed
Ferry: missed
motorbike: check.
walkytalkies: check.
Everything else: not checked
Ferry: missed
Ferry: missed
Ferry: missed
Ferry: missed
Ferry: missed
Ferry: missed
maybe we should have got an early night...
Ferry full of dutch hells angels: Caught (Gav feeling inferior)
Jib buys a bag, which happens to come with two bottles of Scotch (honestly it was the only bag he could find). Happy co-incidence
So we made it to France, at which point Gav loses microphone for walkie talkies and we immediately lose contact with each other for an hour. back to old school comms: The mobile phone (which is impossible on a bike, bringing added complications).
Two rest stops down the road we meet up and work out that Gav can hear Jib, but Jib can't hear Gav, so we have to use yes no answers, with Gav sticking one leg out for yes and one for no.
Calias to Rimes:
Jib Soundtrack: various soul and funk
Gav soundtrack: nothing
Having intended to go West of Paris we, unsurprisingly were outwitted by the French road signage and ended up passing Paris on the East. If we had a tail (and you never know in France) we lost them...
Payage (our spelling) all the way.
Torrential rain: check
Soaked: check (well not Jib, he was toasty)
Moaning from Gav: check
PANIC: Gav realises he's almost out of Petrol. thus ensues a nervous 50mph crawl down said Payage... fortunately we make it. Phew! First real drama.
We arrive at Reims and fail to check into 3 hotels before finding the incomparable Hotel Premier Classe:
Ferry full of dutch hells angels: Caught (Gav feeling inferior)
Jib buys a bag, which happens to come with two bottles of Scotch (honestly it was the only bag he could find). Happy co-incidence
So we made it to France, at which point Gav loses microphone for walkie talkies and we immediately lose contact with each other for an hour. back to old school comms: The mobile phone (which is impossible on a bike, bringing added complications).
Two rest stops down the road we meet up and work out that Gav can hear Jib, but Jib can't hear Gav, so we have to use yes no answers, with Gav sticking one leg out for yes and one for no.
Calias to Rimes:
Jib Soundtrack: various soul and funk
Gav soundtrack: nothing
Having intended to go West of Paris we, unsurprisingly were outwitted by the French road signage and ended up passing Paris on the East. If we had a tail (and you never know in France) we lost them...
Payage (our spelling) all the way.
Torrential rain: check
Soaked: check (well not Jib, he was toasty)
Moaning from Gav: check
PANIC: Gav realises he's almost out of Petrol. thus ensues a nervous 50mph crawl down said Payage... fortunately we make it. Phew! First real drama.
We arrive at Reims and fail to check into 3 hotels before finding the incomparable Hotel Premier Classe:
Shortly after which followed our first meal in France:
after which we returned to the hotel, where we thought this was funny:
Then followed twenty minutes trying to get a bottle of water from the vending machine (seriously, how hard can they make it), a whiskey or two and French X factor.
Day 1: Done
Gav update (from now on know as the Gupdate)
sore neck, sore shoulders. moaning
Quote of the day:
Gav responding to Jib's suggestion that they set an alarm that evening:
"No need. I've never not woken up"
Tune of the day: Plan B - She said
Quote of the day:
Gav responding to Jib's suggestion that they set an alarm that evening:
"No need. I've never not woken up"
Tune of the day: Plan B - She said
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