Euro Tour Part 2

arrival.......

There was a definate sense of excitement the following morning, none of us had rode abroad before (we had all driven overseas, but riding is a different animal). We rode off the ferry, down the port access roads and finally our Euro trip had started. The Dutch roads were nice and smooth, well marked and signed. Scenery was real nice at times and a little unspectacular at others, but still it was all new to us. The plan was to stop every hour for a break, especially since we could'nt check into our digs until the afternoon, so we had plenty of scope for stops. Our first stop was a coffee shop in some motorway services about 30k outside of Rotterdam














A nice relaxing place. In the pic above i think HBos is expecting a bloody good rogering (he was after all C4C)
We stopped a couple of times in various services and filling stations and took a wrong turn which added about 40 mile to the journey but we were still making good progress.
When we finally crossed the German border there was a definate change in scenery, it became very industrialised for the first 25 miles or so and then just bog standard motorways until our turn off (Ausfarht: not a town Zippy) it was then that the scenery and the roads became absolutely stunning.














Our digs, no that is too understated, our holiday home was fantastic and not what i was expecting at all, hats off to K.G for that one, the cottage was in beautiful surroundings, was clean and fantastically stocked with everythimg we could want or need.















We all thought that if this day was anything to go by, the next would be absolutely cracking,
bring it on..............

Euro Tour Part 1

departure........

And so the day finally arrived, months of planning and saving had gone by and here we all were,
K.G, Grifter, HBos, Zippy and me sat in Squires for our pre trip dinner (it was shite, to be honest, but there you go). We scoffed up, done a last few checks and headed off down a very windy M62 toward our rendezvous with the ferry at Hull. We pulled up at the check-in hut and K.G's poor bike must have been a little tired because it took the opportunity to have a quick lay down while K.G was handing over the passports (this tired bike mullarky would turn out to be a bit of a theme for poor K.G). Onto the ship and our first taste of strapping down bikes, we seemed to wait ages while Grifter wrestled with the perfect combination to fasten his pride and joy down, (basically you couldn't see his bike for bloody rope by time he was satisfied) we got our room keys, had a quick change and a shower then it was down to the bar, we got the first drinks in, "I'm gonna go easy tonight lads" said I "I don't want to ride in a foreign country with a thick head tomorrow." Famous last words, after 5 rounds of pints of Grolsch i was a little bit worse for wear, oh well we were effectively on holiday.
K.G and HBos then decided to have a crack at the casino, well well i never knew K.G was the cosmopolitan type, he was completely at ease on the roulette and the pontoon tables and made sure HBos walked away with a few chips in his sky rocket.
Anyway, off to bed and the morning would bring HOLLAND Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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