Friday 12 July 2019

The final stretch

I had a lie in today, till 8am. Not as if we had anywhere to ride to, being stuck, as we are, in the Atlantic/Channel.

Once dressed I walked down to the bar area.  I knew I'd find Sanch there. He'd already had a coffee and croissant but was more than up for a full English.

We were due to dock at 14:15 but we've been told there will be a 90 minutes delay due to adverse currents! We reckon the captain let the little Spanish bod at Bilbao fill the ship up instead of doing it himself, consequently he's short of diesel. As every biker knows, the only way to guarantee a full tank is to fill it yourself. 



The delay means I'll now hit the M25 at rush hour. Thanks Brittany Ferries. 

Now what to do to kill the next 5 hours!

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