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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

Spain 1, Morocco 0...

The three days since we left Morocco have been considerably more relaxed than the three days before.

Leaving Chefchaouen, a quick wizz on Tuesday morning to Ceuta found the usual Moroccan bureaucracy at the port. We have now clicked on that the more backward the country, the more officious are their immigration officials. Eight unofficial port agents demanding a bung at the port had not bargained that we are now worldly wise to all this rampant corruption and so they received short shrift and before long we were through the border and back in Spain. TFFT (which apparently is a youth text abbreviation type thing meaning 'hooray' and completely appropriate here).

The 'new' Red Lion... sorry Dan, we like this one more
Civilisation is quite good, we like it a lot and Puerto Banus is the perfect antidote to the Moroccan 'situation'. We quickly found a Red Lion type establishment which was perfectly situated on the harbour and from where we could watch the world go by and pass comment on all the posh cars, life and all we think we know about it.

On Wednesday visitors arrived, RLB groupies if you will, in the form of former normal person Tony Matthews, who has been on a clandestine trip of his own but kept falling out with himself so decided to join us instead. And imagine how excited we were when we were joined by Sir Richard Titspervert who interestingly bought his own helmet with him but alas no motorcycle. Due to recent a recent photo-hacking scandal, Sir Richard now goes by the name of James Filer, estate agent. Football pundit and Welsh person, Robbie Savage also turned up as he'd heard we were here and fancied getting in on the act. Savage... no! 


It's probably time to come clean and tell you, our devoted readers, that actually on Tuesday and Wednesday we didn't do much motorbiking. In fact, we didn't do any. We were all a bit fatigued and so the opportunity to do as little as possible was too good to pass up. We did however send Paul out on his bike which meant that we could sit in the 'new' Red Lion while he was out taking the photos showing what a good day's ride it was. We are now seriously considering adopting this policy for future years.

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