Well, I had a brilliant idea not so long back, after yet another day of pissing rain of the British Summer. I thought, fuck it, I'm off to the sunshine on my motorbike. Greece, to be precise.
Weeeeell, I decided my bike wasn't going to be suitable, bought another, then shelled out on panniers etc. Then I realised my leathers would be too hot to ride around in the sun, so lashed out another £XXX on a mesh riding jacket. Then matching trousers. And a new lid. Fucking hell, my little holiday was turning into an expedition, but, sod it, I work hard, I deserve a break. Yes, I could have just got on a plane for next to nothing but I've spent too much now, so I might as well carry on and do it.
Sooooo, I'm ready now. Sort of.
Bike and panniers loaded, paperwork in order, "Ray Mears Guide To Being Lost In BFE (How To Cook and Eat A Stranger)" packed. Still not got a route - just going to head South, how hard can it be? Through France, Switzerland, Italy, across the water by ferry past Corfu to Greece, overland to Piraeus, ferry out to the Greek Islands, perhaps as far as Crete. Going to hit the road tomorrow night, I think.
I am on a Grand Beaver Hunt. MILFs, GILFs, 18-80, any hole is a goal, I'm going to be as bad a bastard as I possibly can.
So, wish me luck, and play nicely. I will, of course, put a blow(job) by blow(job) account of my travels upon my return at start of October. (Or an account of how I hauled a pannier full of condoms across Europe for absolutely no reason)
If I post before then, it's raining and I'm bored shitless in an Internet cafe, I have been deported, or ran out of cash and had to come home!
(And if I don't post again.....<gulp> well, let's not go there shall we!)
GAME ON!!!!
Weeeeell, I decided my bike wasn't going to be suitable, bought another, then shelled out on panniers etc. Then I realised my leathers would be too hot to ride around in the sun, so lashed out another £XXX on a mesh riding jacket. Then matching trousers. And a new lid. Fucking hell, my little holiday was turning into an expedition, but, sod it, I work hard, I deserve a break. Yes, I could have just got on a plane for next to nothing but I've spent too much now, so I might as well carry on and do it.
Sooooo, I'm ready now. Sort of.
Bike and panniers loaded, paperwork in order, "Ray Mears Guide To Being Lost In BFE (How To Cook and Eat A Stranger)" packed. Still not got a route - just going to head South, how hard can it be? Through France, Switzerland, Italy, across the water by ferry past Corfu to Greece, overland to Piraeus, ferry out to the Greek Islands, perhaps as far as Crete. Going to hit the road tomorrow night, I think.
I am on a Grand Beaver Hunt. MILFs, GILFs, 18-80, any hole is a goal, I'm going to be as bad a bastard as I possibly can.
So, wish me luck, and play nicely. I will, of course, put a blow(job) by blow(job) account of my travels upon my return at start of October. (Or an account of how I hauled a pannier full of condoms across Europe for absolutely no reason)
If I post before then, it's raining and I'm bored shitless in an Internet cafe, I have been deported, or ran out of cash and had to come home!
(And if I don't post again.....<gulp> well, let's not go there shall we!)
GAME ON!!!!
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