Today will be a really easy one compared to what we've had
so far. I contacted a good biking friend based in Southend-on-Sea who kindly
gave us his front room for the night.
Though today looks heavy with rain, so we put all our wet
weather gear on, unfortunately for Paul he slit his in a very inconvenient part
so by the end of the day Paul was a bit conscious of himself. Riding with cold
water somewhere inconvenience the whole days not fun; been there done that.
Before we headed off from Hastings we stopped off at the
petrol station again and had a quick bite to eat for breakfast. There was a lot
of traffic to we stopped there for half an hour to let it die down a little.
Was interesting to see the stress on people’s faces as they struggled to work
and also I noted there was a lot of cars with only one person in them!
We gave up on waiting for the traffic and joined the fray
stopping off at Folkestone services for a coffee and breakfast. Whilst we sat
outside enjoying out overly expensive coffee and wafer thin bacon butty's a
Triumph with French plates rode in. We haled him over and soon found that both
side new very little of the others language. But thanks to Google translator we
managed to get by. Turned out he was from Paris and was over here to do a bit
of touring and his first stop was a famous biker’s haunt in east London called
the Ace Cafe. He needed direction so I popped into W.H.Smiths and grabbed and
map of London for him, unfortunately the exact place he needed was just of the
page but again with the help of Google he managed to get some useful directions
and with some parting advice from Paul 'London is a dump' he left happy and
another aspect of being a biker was experience from both sides. Doesn't matter
who or what you are as long as you’re on two wheels we look after each other.
Paul then had a text about doing a recording for the radio
to be played the next day. So we waited for them to call and for Paul to then
do his bite before we hit the road again. We were chatting about what not to
say on the radio when I suggested he suddenly get Tourette’s half way through
the interview when the phone went. I stared at Paul who had the hold his mouth
to stop laughing so I quickly went to the other side of the car park and left
him to without any distractions lol.
Ps, there was this random frozen text on a TV monitor at the
services I took a photo off:
You never know we might just be, jot having seen any news
for two weeks lol.
We then headed off to Dover, from there on I had drove these
roads before so for me a little the trip was over. We stopped at Dover a far
while, chatting to the fisherman catching whiting from the pier, had some bad
seafood from a small trailer food stall but much better tea and cake at the end
of the pier cafe. Siting outside the cafe we were contemplating a cruise liner
that was birthed on the opposite pier. I did a quick wiki search and
entertained both of use by reading out all the incidents that had happened in
its life staring of by the Judy Dench not being able to brake the bottle on its
bow to it nearly capsizing a few years ago and all the other unexplained by the
company incident. We wish we had a megaphone we would have wished the passengers
a safe journey lol.
Back on the bikes we coasted up to Southend-on-Sea and my
good friends, soon making the front of their house look like a bike paddock. We
had a very good evening with lots of bike chat and had a good lunch at a favourite
Indian restaurant of theirs.
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