So here we are… day three of our trip. After an initial rush to Dover, where we missed our original ferry… YES, great start… and by only 5 minutes. We ended up being moved to the 2:30 ferry, thankfully… Arriving in France, we rode for around 2 hours to the night's accommodation,, covering just over 200 miles on day one. The relief to finally be on our way is immense.

Day two… or should I say the first full day of our Holiday. No more rushing around preparing, no more farewell drinks, no more alcohol… whoo hooooo… detox… 10 pints down to 0… feeling it now… grumpy mode has set in… withdrawal from the booze, I say… or maybe it's just the pent-up frustration of months of planning and frustration with visas not working out as easily as we had hoped. I guess that IS the adventure… the rest of the trip should be a “walk in the park”… Heathers still has not realised that I am just here to annoy her… ahh feel the freedom of being on Holidays… 6-7 months of nobody else's company… ha ha ha… she’s looking over my shoulder saying she would not be surprised. Ha ha ha, more fool her, te he he… anyway, enough about us… Let's talk about the trip…

The GPS crashed…

giving us completely bogus directions in a huge 120km loop… nothing like technology to really let the trip. So far, it's been a complete nightmare using the GPS; despite using it several hundred times in the past, it must start speaking French as soon as it crosses the channel. All I have to say about this is f.garmin… fill in the dot with whatever suits!! As I am sure many people have heard me say in the past… It's blasphemy to call support… It's a sign of a shit product… oops, oh well that must be Garmin. It's caused me to break my cardinal rule of not using support. At least we had some humour on route… Heather had a bus-load of boys mooning her as the bus drove past… she had a little giggle. Ha ha ha… got to love being a kid… could not imagine having a group of oldies going past mooning… that would be seriously twisted… At least it livens up the motorway miles… that and the GPS asking us to do U-turns at 130km/hour when you can’t. Heather also managed to show off her ultimate Skills… while pulling over to take some photos of a really sweet panorama, she dropped her bike… of course, what most people do is to stop and pick up the bike… not our trusty Heather… she takes the photos while leaving her bike smashed against the gutter… At least we get blessed with a few really helpful Belgian teenagers who helped pick up the bike so we didn’t have to take all the luggage off… the only casualty was her left mirror… RIP mirror. At least she got some good photos to make it all worthwhile… Having read that people in Belgium are not helpful, we have been completely surprised by how helpful they have always been with us… Maybe it's because they know we are stupid!!! (or not English)

Day three started with some amazing riding around in yet more circles thanks to our trusty GPS… I know, fool me once, shame on you… fool me twice, fool on me… at least the scenery was beautiful on route with some amazing flowing roads with some of the most amazing forest to reservoir roads I’ve ever ridden with huge panoramas of the countryside. After finally getting completely lost, we ended up being helped by a really nice Belgian guy who gave us access to the internet in his house to print out good old Google Maps directions… yes, we are on our way again to Russia, we come… with some love on top in a liberal dosing…

Score Board…

Mrs Lamb: I would like to add that James has had more wobbles, and to put icing on the cake, he stepped on bubble gum. I almost laughed as you could imagine, add on top of his frustration.