Things not to forget...

We can hardly say that Saturday was without incident. A few bleary eyes were evident when we turned up at an industrial estate near Malaga airport where our bikes awaited, safe and sound after their journey from home so it was good to get on board and feel the wind on our faces as

we headed towards the ferry at Tarifa. 

Now the general rule when travelling is keys, wallet,

Over-excited... Paul seems to have
forgotten something

passport and phone. Three out of four doesn't really work... does it Brian? On arriving at the ferry port a crestfallen Brian realised that his passport was back in Malaga locked up in the truck. The silly duffer is, as I write, racing to retrieve it. Showing true Red Lion Bikers spirit, we all carried on without him and after being duped of 20 euros each by the dodgy customs men the 1.2 miles to our hotel should have been simple. Tangier, on first sight, is a very busy city and the aroma of spices and the scents

of seemingly everything under the sun being sold on the narrow streets permeated our nostrils, which is possibly why I then went and dropped my bike. Bugger. Minimal damage to the mighty BMW, considerable mangling of my pride but all in a day's biking when on tour. Good news... Brian is now wheeling his way here, passport in hand. Only the Moroccan customs men stand in his way... could still be a long night though Brian does have all those watches to trade.

Some have said that the gentlemen of the RLB are nought but debauched hooligans. Well picture five blokes playing Top Trumps albeit with a couple of gins and tonic at hand... it doesn't get more hard core than that. We head for Fes tomorrow, no pun intended...