settling into a routine, well sort of.......After getting down to Malaga with the boys and taking part in the HU meeting, I did a presentation on first aid for bikers and really enjoyed it.
With the expert assistance of Elle, the organisers lovely daughter as the casualty and the nerve wracking feeling of being filmed I managed to settle into it and even have a laugh or two, if it gets on the dvd the outtakes will be hilarious.
Once the meeting was finished and all the goodbyes to new freinds done, a couple of us took of to the coast and Gibralter, where after a day or so it was time to head off further upthe Spainish coast for Portugal and meet up with Mark, a fellow rider to ride down to Africa.

As I'm also trying to do a bit of free camping I found out excatly how heavy the bike is. I went down what appeared to be a nice bit of forest on the side of the road and a strange white pathway, not feeling too fussed about it I pushed on. Only when it was too late I found it to be deep sand!! Aaargh.. and down I went as the front wheel dug into the soft sand. Bugger. it's getting dark, I'm knackered and I've just dropped the sodding worlds heaviest bike! AND deep sand in a Portugese forest, this trip is getting wierd already!
So after much humping and heaving, i managed to get the bike upright and 'walked' it out of the forest, prefering a campsite with more solid flooring and my hammock. I'll get enough sand to fall over with in Africa methinks!!