The icing on the cake.

I'll miss out day four. and roll on to day five.

Day four was more as less the same as all the other day but with different shit.

One of the thing's that had happened on day four was we where not going to make the crossing in to Greece that day, as it was to far to the port. So it was another over night stop. Half way to me was the best idea.  Now got that out the way.

     The room's we stayed in on our unexpected stop in Italy

                                   Day five.


Started well and we where more or less over half way down Italy in the start of June. And I could see the rain cloud's rolling in. You know, them great big waves of black cloud's that cut the sunlight out. The wind was picking up and it was getting cold. This was wet kit day with-out a dote. So the next place was a stop. Out with the kit. Make sure every thing was packed down tight or extra tight. And it was push on south in to the teeth of the storm. And did it come down. In stair rod. Mile after mile of stair rod rain. Colder and colder it was getting. And what was not dry was wet. We must have had about five hour's of this. And our speed had dropped just so we could see where we where going. Slow progress was had by one and all. More stop's where on the card's. Just to get out of the rain and and a rest bite away into some place warm and dry. Then Richard come up the the idea that it was all my fault that it was raining. How he came to this even to day I have no idea. I kind of lost it at this point. Showing him that I did not have a direct line to the man up stair's and even if I had, I was in the rain as well as he was. And did he really think I some how had a hand in the weather. I think then, he knew, that I knew, there was something wrong with Richard. The man's not playing life with a full deck. It was at this moment that he told me he was not going on to Athens's and would be going back once we got to the port. Richard said he would ride the rest of the way down and see me on the ferry. I was always playing with the idea in my head that he would change his mind. At lest he had started to get his act together and play as a team in helping me out to the port. Because by now my sat nav was as flat as a flat thing in a flat place.

                           Me waiting to get on the ferry

One bike one person on a ten hour crossing was under 30 Euros. Less than the Chanel crossing. To me that was good money. And Richard. He rode back the length of Italy to get his 25 euro blow blow job. It was not until latter that I worked that one out. Little did he know that all along the road side in Greece there where the same lady's. So if he had made the crossing, he would have got his 25 Euro blow job, and a holiday as well. So leaving Bari at about ten at night. With a ten hour crossing. It was time to look for a place to get my head down. And the ferry was going to spit me out in a place called Igoumenitsa, ( your right I did have to look that place up ) Round sparrow fart in the morning time.


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