"I suppose this small book is about me getting the 'motorbike adventure' bug, passing my motorbike test and going on a trip to Ireland. It's also about how not to do a trip to Ireland. My propensity for disaster sometimes overwhelms me; however, the places I get to see and the experiences I'm left with are nothing short of life changing. I've decided to give this book away for free for two reasons, the first is that it's short, the second is that I hope you'll like my writing and travelling style and will then buy my "One Man on a Bike" book."
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|Here cometh the rains.|
"A few minutes later the heavens opened. To simply use the word rain would not do the phenomenon justice; it was like being at the bottom of a waterfall. I did my best to continue riding but the view through my visor had all but disappeared. I struggled on until I saw a few large trees overhanging the road. I pulled over and stopped. The trees afforded me a little protection from the wind and rain but not a great deal. I was still getting wet and I was still miserable. With my visor completely misted up I removed my helmet. Not two seconds after it had slid off the top of my head, a van flew right through the large puddle I was next to and completely covered me in dirty water and grit. This was not the motorcycle nirvana I had imagined."
- Richard Georgiou
|.. and here cometh the misery.|
|One clean Transalp. |
This too must have been taken very close to the beginning of the trip.
|That's almost a smile!|
This photo must have been taken
very close to the beginning of the trip.
|I reach the highest point on the Tizi n Test Pass.|
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This book is about my month long, 10,000 mile, solo motorbike trip from Buxted in East Sussex to southern Morocco and the Sahara Desert and back. Along the way I meet interesting people, a thief, a number of policemen, a very sweet donkey, a large mountain range, a suicidal black bee and a scorpion that fell from my ceiling.
|Me and my bike going over the High Atlas Mountains|
I rode through France, over the Pyrenees and through Spain, over the Gibraltar Strait and into Morocco, west to the coast, south to Rabat and Casablanca, inland to Marrakesh, over the High Atlas Mountains to Ouarzazate, then to Zagora, Erfoud, Errachidia, Merzouga and Mhamid. Oh, and back again.
|Stomping on the leather in a vat of camel pee. Nice!|
I experienced the phenomenal 50 degree heat of the Sahara Desert in the summer whilst wearing thick, black motorbike leathers, I saw sights that will remain in my heart forever, I ate a dinner that left me with a bottom like a red hot bullet hole and I rode through rain like you’ve never seen before.
|Southern Spain and I was starting to understand what real silence is.|
So, why not join me for my adventure of a life time and enjoy my humour, my propensity for disaster and my lust for laughter.
- Richard Georgiou
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