|
|
Whilst we waited for Bayliss it got cold. Sod it we thought, we need more beer. We headed off to the campsite and when we got there, we had a taxi waiting. It was quick change and out.
Same place as the night before and this time the food was even nicer. Dai was feeling the strain. His old age was obviouly catching up with him as he tried to sneak off at about ten thirty. Eagle eyed Paul caught him but there was no stopping Dai, he had to go as the preasure of seeing the winners cup had made him feel tired and he was feeling home sick. The night was young for the rest of us. We took over the local pub with songs like yellow bird and cwm by ar. Sad I know but when you are full of Dutch larger and everyone else is joining in, it is a good laugh.
At the end of the evening (early morning) we bumped into a couple from the local military base. I won't go into detail too much but when lads have not seen much skirt for a couple of days there are big sums of money on offer.
Getting back to the site at 3.30 a.m. wasn't one of our best ideas. Paul faggot to open the zip to get into the tent and made quite a big hole in the zip. Dai was not going to be happy but he was out for the count.
Next morning we were awoken at 9 am with Dai revving his bike. He had obviousl had a good nights sleep and was ready to get into Amsterdam. We weren't. That's when the vomit came up. Strange, I didn't remember eating carrots.
Half past one that afternoon, we decided that it was time to get up. The previous nights activities had obviously taken it's toll on three of us. We were nackered.
In Amsterdam we found our hotel nearly straight away. Dai and Paul had stayed there before and it was in an ideal location to visit the sights. It was great just to have a decent shower let alone to lie down on a proper bed.
Amsterdam was an eye opener. They were models. I didn't have a dable although I was quite tempted. Next morning was when the real problems began. Jullian had bought so much porn that he could not fit it into his bag. He managed eventially and we were off. The rain hampered things a bit and when me and Julian lost Paul and Dai, that's where we started to panic. We ended up in Brussels. Nice place but we didn't want to be there. we missed the ferry. I could not believe it. Gutted. It was going to be a long ride back to Wales on my own and in the dark.
|
Links:
Thunder Road
World Superbikes
|
|
