Red Lion Bikers in... 'The Moroccan Adventure': Shopping...

Since the dawn of human history men have been hunters and gatherers, makers of love, of war and of politics. Life as we know it is shaped by chaps who have sought to leave their mark on the world around them... think of Caesar, Henry VIII, Darwin, Cliff Richard.

Blokes in 21st Century Derbyshire are, however, a bit different. Gone is the need to hunt a sabre tooth in order to eat, only people with no friends and bad hair go into politics and ladies now have things with batteries.

So what do blokes in 2014 actually do?

Well, oddly, they go away each May and ride motorbikes...

The Red Lion Bikers are returning and for our fifth trip we travel to Africa. Please fasten your seat belts, gird your loins and prepare to put up with the usual asinine and purile commentary as we embark upon...the Moroccan Adventure.

Monday, 19 May 2014

Shopping...

Abandoned and forlorn...

Thursday was an exciting day. Feeling slightly guilty that our noble steeds were parked idly outside the Andalusia Plaza we decided to spend part of the day back on the road. In now boringly familiar perfect weather we ventured up into the hills towards the town of Ronda along a wonderful 30 mile twister. There's nothing quite like spending your days riding these kind of roads and this trip, for all my moaning, has been blessed with very few flat and boring strips.

In the silent, shaded pine forested mountainsides, undisturbed by human influence for centuries, imagine our surprise when by chance we discovered... the mountain man... sasquatch, big foot. The photo is a bit blurred and indistinct but you get a sense of the raw animal nature of the beast.

Though not especially talkative he seemed friendly enough though had never seen a motorbike before (nor plate glass windows apparently either... odd) and seemed somewhat uncomfortable when we offered him a lift down the mountain. Unfortunately, by now, he seemed to have taken a liking to us and wouldn't leave us alone. He had also developed an unnatural taste for drinking Aftersun.

In a bid to get away from our new furry friend we went shopping. This is indeed a strange pastime and not one we recommend. In yet another twist, when we emerged from El Corte Ingles and returned to the Red Lion to regain our strength all that remained of our mountain man friend was a fake Rolex watch he'd bought from our looky-looky friends and a half empty bottle of Aloe Vera. The mystery remains...