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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.

Tuesday, 20 May 2014

The sands of time were eroded by the river of constant change...

And so, we've all made it back safely for another year... how on earth did that happen?!

Our final two days in Puerto Banus were saddened only when we waved goodbye to the bikes which were leaving, as they'd arrived, on board a truck which would be taking the strain of the 1000 mile journey rather than the seats of our variously sized pants. Tim Briton of Briton's Removals (www.britonsremovals.com) has done a great job getting the bikes to and from Spain (I hope I'm not tempting fate at this point as they don't arrive back til Tuesday) and while we don't usually do commercial endorsements (mainly because no one ever pays us to... not even Aston Martin or Hackett menswear) Tim deserves a special mention as well as our thanks.

Friday night again down by the harbour found all concerned in a demob happy frame of mind. Two weeks is a long time to be away from home and all that entails so there was even more of the usual mirth and humour that evening... Brian demonstrated that 76 years old or 6 months old... there's not much difference. Andy once again lost the 'I bet I can hit you before you hit me' wager... yes, just a normal night on the town.

Saturday's flight home was quick and even the weather on arrival at East Midlands mirrored that of the past two weeks. Re-united with pints of Pedigree at the one and only true Red Lion, Saturday afternoon provided a chance to reminisce and hand out the paltry collection of gifts we'd cobbled together (mainly from our looky-looky chaps) for our nearest and dearest.

On reflection... it's wrong to moan about somewhere, its culture or traditions unless you've actually experienced it for yourself. Morocco will never go down as anyone's favourite place because other than the roads and scenery we didn't like it very much. What it does do is to open your eyes to a whole host of problems which countries like Morocco have... poverty, religion, misogyny, corruption and the ludicrous ban on alcohol to name but a few. What is fair to say, however, is that when you take seven disparate blokes and send them to a different continent for two weeks together it's bound to be an adventure and this trip has certainly proved to be one of the best in that respect.


Well, it is the pic of the trip so worth putting up again
The first bike trip in 2010 was billed as a 'once in a lifetime' event and four years and five trips later we're still at it. With a bit of luck we'll be planning for 2015 too so if you've been in any way inspired to get on two wheels then you know where you can find us.

Click here for a bit of a look back... 

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