staggering, scratching, grunting, farting and belching

usual early morning staggering, scratching, grunting, farting and belching...

Cab gets up far to early and rides into Nevers (probably to buy some French porno mags)… coffee down at outer village… watch racing from various vantage points… After translation skills ala Eric I manage to get a Triumph logo stitched to my leathers… Watch end of race, sitting in the sunshine with a few cold tins of Kronenbourg… Pizza for lunch in central village… wander back to camp to watch Eric and Sandy leave… tears, kisses and fond farewells…

stand around looking at swiftly emptying campsite and decide to go back and get some more beer… Rob decides to have a siesta… we decide to drink beer… laugh at drunken Swiss guys… Gary has scary moment with large swiss guy with bushy moustache… bump into Johnnie and Ian… drink more beer… all stagger back to camp and decide it’s a great idea to make a bonfire and burn all the left over wood from other peoples fires… we discover that Cab is a pyromaniac… Johnnie likes to burn plastic chairs…

Gary asks Johnnie “was your bike a wreck when you bought it”… πŸ™‚

drink more beer… burn everything in sight.. wood… trash… tables… Cab uses the immortal words of “Je Voudre le Log”… he gets it… we burn it… drink all the beer… pass out…