01/11/2026
I am currently in the final stages of preparing for the next trip, (Asia coming up) and I’ve just realised that i never really closed out the France/Spain trip. After finishing the TET Sections, the VINCE and ACT Pyrenees, it was a bit of an anticlimax really, but might be interesting to some. I will post a short summary reel in a few minutes.
As you know I spent a long weekend in Bilbao with Mrs Hobo who flew out to meet me. It was our wedding anniversary and so the boat was pushed out. I arrived at the very posh hotel on a filthy motorbike, with dust covered soft luggage wearing rain drenched outer riding gear that had not been washed in 3000km. The doorman thought I was a delivery boy. When they realised I was actually staying, the bell boy, who had to offer to take my filthy gear was visibly relieved and truly grateful when i suggested he probably shouldn’t get his pristine white shirt dirty and I would carry it myself. After emptying my wallet and maxing out the credit card, Mrs Hobo headed back. I set off on the ride back to Dieppe. At some point in every trip I reach a very definite “go home” mode. It happens after the exciting part is over and my brain just focusses on getting back to the UK for a Pie and a Pint… I was at that point, but not in the headspace for a mind numbing motorway blast to cover big miles. Looking at the map I reckoned keeping off motorways and dual carriagways, whilst avoiding performance certificates from the Gendarmerie, and maintaining sensory perception on the glutinous maximus it would be probably 2 1/2 days. I thus had a very leisurely ride through the Basque country and up in to France reaching Poitiers for the first night. Looking at the map again and still avoiding the Tolls and dual carriageways I figured leaving early I could get to Dieppe in time to catch the evening ferry. Another leisurely but focussed ride saw me pull in to Dieppe Port early afternoon just as the afternoon ferry was pulling out. Loads of time for the evening. Except there had been an engine failure. Catching the next ferry meant finding a hotel and being back at the ferry terminal at 4:00am. Euggh. I only ever see 4:00am after a good night out with my mates. I do not get up for it. The alternative was ride another 300km and take a ferry from Calais. Being in go home mode I went for this and duly road to Calais. Boarding the ferry I realised that I had now added another 100km to my journey home from the port. I got home in the rain and the dark having covered just shy of 1000km. Event free and no big deal, but neither I nor my glutenous maximus are in a hurry to repeat that that on the 701 Enduro bike….