Back In The Saddle Again

As Gene Autry (old time cowboy singer) put it, I am 'back in the saddle again'. Strangely, Aerosmith have a song with the same title but it is not as easy to hum. This time I am in company and going equipped for a little more adventure. This is the trip that should have been last time had Richard not let the demon work get in the way of play.

The bike is loaded up, the road tyres changed for knobblies and a fresh dead sheep on the saddle to protect from the dreaded piles. With two of us, we can afford to be a bit more adventurous with the routes so I packed plenty of gaffer tape and cable ties to stitch the old girl back together should the ground leap up and bite.

I bumped into Nigel Swaby a the the weekend and he is planning to head back to Morocco to continue his trip south to South Africa via all sorts of hot, wet and sometimes dangerous places. The doctors have given his dicky ticker the all clear so he is off is search of heat and dust and mud. We arranged to meet up on the 16th or 17th of April in Morocco to have a wake.

Right, off to the ferry now.