Rusty keys and paradise!

The hell riders set off for an early morning ride down to the paradise of mui ne. The ride was short-lived when the group was disbanded by breakdowns and flying bags. Unfortunatly I found myself on my own on what would turn out to be a five hour solo ride through mountaeous deserts...

With no passers by for hours on end this became quite a lonly and worying experience, dreading a breakdown and turning into a fried egg...

At least I was still full from the "big breakfast"

Check out those cumberlands! Wonder what the normal breakfast would be like. 

Eventually the fishing village was in sight, an immense sigh of relief!

With no group members around the meeting point was chosen, an absolute paradise...

#HappyMondays

After finding two of the crew and with the sun set approaching we started to worry where the others were. Finally a message was received and at 8pm the remaining riders rocked up, six hours later than planned and with some stories to tell! In summary:

Broke down and got towed to a garage, paid up and then entered a 30 minute high speed persuite being barged off the road and being asked for £200. This man had obviously been watching too many AA adverts! On the final stretch one of the keys flew out and got lost in the road, a kind local farmer plucked out this rusty bad boy!!

Saved by a rusty key.....anything will start a bike out here....