Day 10 - Llanedi Services near start of M4 to Lands End and YHA Land's End

 

We stop at all the exotic locations.

We arrived at the M4 at around 10 last night to head down to Bude, Cornwall. As you can see from the picture Paul's tented up but I chose to just put by airbed next to the bike with a tarp over it, tramp style.

Trust me I was nice and toasty, but yes I admit it's a bit hardcore or daft but i was just as comfortable as in a tent. Might ditch the tent for a bivvy bag and basha.

Well this is the start of another long day, yesterday was 14 hours!

In addition;

Jumped onto the M4 this morning and blasted down to ear Bridgewater before jumping back on to the B-roads to Bude.

When we got to Bude it was only half way through the day so we decided to carry on to Land's End.

We got to Land's End and both had a moment where we shook hands and it felt very poignant. All we had now was a blast straight across the bottom of the UK then familiar roads back home.

We had both spotted a YHA 10 miles back up the road so off we went looking for it. We must have been tiered and blind as we didn’t find it. In total we visited Land's End twice, not sure if that still counts lol. We pulled in after nearly colliding on a roundabout and I Googled the nearest YHA which was 10 miles north. So off we went.

We had another moment similar to The Black Isle, winding tight dark road leading somewhere creepy only our imaginations conjured up. The only nightmare was the track leading into the YHA, for my little off roader no problems but Paul wasn't entertained lol.

I was definitely tired though, I parked up next to a small blue car and since the parking lot was cambered I promptly fell onto it! Paul assures me I left a small dent in the door panel, though I couldn’t see much apart from a small rub mark. I was surprised the alarm didn’t go off but discovered the next morning talking to the oldish gent who owned it that it was not fitted with one. Luckily he was stuck in the 1950's so hopefully he won’t notice, never mind karma will get me and I'll accept it I'm sure, especially since I then picked up the bike and moved it to the other side of the lot as if it wasn't anything to do with me.

There was another bike parked up there and Paul was keen to discover who owned it. Talking to another guest passing by we were informed that it was owned by a lady, however that was debatable as we found out the next morning after having a present chat to this very nice lady with large hands!, the jury still out. But as I say doesn’t matter who or what you are as long as you’re on two wheels you’re alright by me. The main curious matter was she was really tall but the bike was lowered and but have been a bit uncomfortable on a long trip, but we were assured she loved it and 'it goes like stink!' lol Love the random people you meet in this world, makes it a multi interesting place to be.

Also to note, when we checking in we bumped into a few Chinese that where holidaying. The one lady we spoke to as we checked in was attending University in Bristol to become a teacher back in China. We told her what we were about and she was seriously in ore, luckily there was a map behind her on the wall which helped put into scale what we were doing.

Later that night we bumped into her on our way down stairs to have lunch, she wished us good night and after giggling a little scampered of to her room! Leaving us in the hall with cheesy grins on our faces. Paul's thoughts where to get back to his lady and I was contemplating the difficulties of learning Chinese lol. We obviously left a good impression on her.

We continued down stairs to the kitchen to heat up our dinner that we picked up from a Petrol station on the way. Why we bought it was simply because of the smell. As soon as we walked into the station the smell of Indian cooking hit us and our stomachs and we both thought what a good idea as they were already packed in Tupperware ready to go and being sold by an Indian who according to him was famous in the area for his cooking.

It was a little funny though as we were eating our Indian in the communal room. Paul had chosen to eat lotus style by a coffee table with fingers, I did my best to join him. While the other Chinese tourists ate western style next to us. Quite a culturally mixed situation and observation lol.