Finally heading South

Our departure from the UK was dampened, from my perspective, by a nice little hospital grade virus picked up courtesy of the Emergency Room at Ashford Hospital where we were waiting with Anne’s mother for seven hours or so. I was lucky enough to pick up some of the bugs being coughed up by others. I guess that the warm cramped waiting conditions in some of the UK’s NHS hospitals Accident & Emergency (A&E) will create repeat business, although they do not seem to need it from the numbers waiting there.

I need to be mindful of such places as in my case if these viruses take up residence, it seems to be for a prolonged period of time. I spent some time recovering isolated in a French hotel room to avoid infecting others on a combination of antibiotics, steroids and paracetamol. Not the week I was planning but we have to be adaptable so there I am.

Still, both Streak and I are fixed and we can start heading south for Spain. While this trip is so much shorter than the last, it is no less an adventure for us. We really enjoy the open road regardless of where it is.

First stop will be Tanzac a small village some 90km north of Bordeaux where Bob and Magali, friends of Anne’s since university days live. As they are hosting some 30 plus people for their daughter Joelle’s 30th birthday party, we will be camping. This will be the first time since we camped at the Buffalo Chip campground at Sturgis motorcycle rally last year in the USA. I hope we have everything for the tent as some of our planning for the trip has turned out to be sub optimal.

Bob, Joelle, Magali and Ellie

Bob, Joelle, Magali and Ellie


You would have thought that with all our experience of motorcycle travelling we would be expert packers. For some reason we both backed too many clothes holiday/beach etc which we have remedied. I also realised that the knowledge of loading maps onto the Garmin GPS had dissipated in the last two years and I must document the process in future if I do not wish to spend hours of frustration trying to recreate what I had previously learnt.

A couple of things I have decided after the somewhat shambolic approach to this trip that I adopted is that I will create an inventory of equipment and spares stored with the bike, not just rely on memory and we will take all electronic equipment ie Garmin GPS, Sena S20 etc back to Australia and prepare maps, updates etc in the comfort of our own home where we have the time to get the setups right.

GPS sorted, we rode the backroads to Tanzac from Nantes to avoid the monotony of freeway riding, longer but more enjoyable. Interestingly, every time we came across traffic congestion, cars would move to the right and create a space for our motorcycles to pass. Such courtesy, more countries should adopt this approach. Anne saw recently a suggestion that parents should teach their children to count all the motorcycles they see while driving. This will lead to an awareness of motorcycles when those children get behind the wheel one day. Good thinking!

Tanzac was relaxing with pool time and party time. After a night under the stars, we were refreshed for our southward journey. We switched to the autoroutes as being the last Sunday of the French holiday season, the roads would be clogged with northbound traffic heading home to Paris. We wanted to avoid the impatient drivers who would look for any passing opportunity, with us as the oncoming target!

Southbound traffic is light and we make good progress to our next destination Saint-Jean-de-Luz, a small seaside town a short distance south of Biarritz. Here, we are staying with an old friend of Anne’s family who have a place there. This is not a region I am familiar with and am looking forward to spending a couple of days close to the ocean. While motorbikes abound and we pass greetings with many, few seem to be women riders. While the number of women riders has grown in recent years, the ratio of female to male longer distance riders I think is still small. At one rest stop, we meet Veronique. She is French and on her first long distance trip in France, having only taken up motorcycling in the last year. She and Anne chat about motorcycling, long distance travel and her concerns about breaking down, not having any mechanical knowledge of her bike and a number of riding technique issues. Anne mentions that we had no technical knowledge either prior to setting off on our RTW trip, but her being a lone woman rider, Anne understands it is a different feeling being stuck on the side of the road alone so tries to reassure her that if she was to break down, she would find many people stopping to help. Anne admired her courage to set off alone despite all those worries. It is good to be sharing stories with fellow travellers again.

Our arrival in Saint-Jean-de-Luz is challenged by the multitude of one way streets. I am sure somewhere in town is a place with no-entry in all directions! Our free GPS maps from OpenSteetMaps do not have this level of detailed information, but we safely navigate to our destination near the centre town.

Here in Saint Jean de Luz, as in Mont Saint Michel and Nantes we see squads of four armed soldiers, not policemen, on patrol. A reminder of recent events in France being taken seriously, but if this is taking place all across France during the holiday season, the impact on military resources must be significant and ultimately not sustainable. We understand the State of Emergency in France will continue until January.

Typical street in Saint-Jean-de-Luz

Typical street in Saint-Jean-de-Luz


Saint-Jean-de-Luz port

Saint-Jean-de-Luz port


Two days in Saint Jean de Luz allow us to relax and chill out in this holiday town. The atmosphere is low key, very French and enjoyable. We partake of coffee, lunch and dinner each day with gentle strolls in-between. A little online research on Saint Jean de Luz following our first visit to town where we saw a statue to the corsairs who raided British sailing ships for the king of France, revealed that the town had hosted the wedding of Louis XIV and was an evacuation point for the Polish Army in France in 1940. Today it is so easy, thanks to the efforts of others who have documented so much to quickly find information on almost any topic on the internet.
Daily market, Saint-Jean-de-Luz

Daily market, Saint-Jean-de-Luz


The Pyrenees peek above the rooftops to the south beckoning us, so tomorrow we will celebrate the 42nd anniversary of Anne’s and my first meeting in France, by riding across Northern Spain. We are so luckily!

– Anthony

Note to self – a temporary fix may be just that, temporary

We’re on the road again, as the song in my head goes. That was on the 16th August. Streak and Storm are purring beautifully as we head to the Poole ferry with Anthony’s brother-in-law John leading the way on his bike. Our first stop tonight is the Mont-Saint-Michel, a short 150km ride after a 3 hour ferry ride from Poole to Cherbourg. The scenery is gorgeous, we’re enjoying our leisurely ride through the small villages, past old stone houses. I suddenly realise it is my first time riding in France since my old moped days when I was a teenager and I am so excited. The roads are remarkably clear for mid August in France – the height of the tourist season. It seems we have picked our timing perfectly.

75km south of Cherbourg, I feel something is not quite right. My front brake is suddenly sluggish, I notice my tank has drops of oil which I immediately know this means something has happened to my brake fluid container, then the front brake is totally useless. I can pull the lever all the way, to no effect. We pull over and find out my front brake container is empty. The temporary fix I had built by an amazing mechanic in Chiang Mai, Thailand (after I smashed it after crashing into a wall in India) basically disintegrated. The beautiful fibreglass mold had done a fantastic job for 12 months, but brake fluid is corrosive and it eventually ate through the fibreglass. That is when I made a note to myself: a temporary fix may be just that, temporary. A good lesson for the future…

Thank goodness for the back brake but going through endless roundabouts in small towns and villages is proving to be tricky. We limp along, Anthony behind me protecting my back and with our flashers on, until I give up outside Bréhal as I spot a Peugeot repair place just off yet another roundabout and ask for directions to the nearest motorcycle store – I see they have a tow truck so, if need be, I am sure we can get Streak to the right place. We are in luck – there is a motorcycle store just 8kms away I am told, just 3 or 4 roundabouts away. Easy. No problem getting there in my situation they say. But I am not comfortable and decide to take Anthony’s bike while he waits for my return. Thank goodness I didn’t go on Streak: I get totally and utterly lost and end up in the tiny twisty streets of Granville teeming with tourists walking all over the place. It feels nightmarish, especially as I realise I didn’t make a note of where I left Anthony. It turns out I took the wrong exit at the first round about – I was not meant to follow the signs to Granville even though I was heading to Granville…. I eventually find the store, buy some brake fluid, ask for directions back to where I think I left Anthony and finally get back 1.5 hours later!! Lucky Anthony is not a worrier.

Anthony remembers what we did to refill my brake fluid container back in India, making sure to bleed the brake properly. We overfill the container, expecting continued seepage through the base and slowly make our way to the Mont St Michel, with our flashers going on the faster stretches of road to warn upcoming drivers behind us. I get splashes of oil all over the tank, my trousers and even helmet visor as it seeps out but on arrival at our hotel , we see I didn’t loose too much. We should be able to make Nantes tomorrow no problem. I call BMW Boxer-Passion in Nantes that evening to warn them of our arrival.

It has been a long day – 14 hours since we got up and Anthony started to cough badly today. He is stuffed and his ankle hurts. But he knows how much I had been looking forward to seeing the Mont St Michel again so he soldiers on so that we can have a quick visit of this fantastic Unesco site which I last saw when I was very little.

We made it to the Mont-Saint-Michel!

We made it to the Mont-Saint-Michel!

The Mont-Saint-Michel at dusk

The Mont-Saint-Michel at dusk

The medieval streets within the Mont-Saint-Michel

The medieval streets within the Mont-Saint-Michel

We set off the next morning for BMW Boxer-Passion in Nantes where Philippe, said he admired what we did to keep going while in SE Asia, but also gave me a telling off!! Unfortunately, and even to the surprise of the guys at BMW Boxer-Passion, we cannot just buy the container, but have to get the entire front brake system (as we had found out previously) – and yes, that means big €€€ and a week’s delay to get the part in. But they did try and see if they could find one from a broken bike they could give us. Very very helpful – thank you BMW Boxer-Passion Nantes for trying. And yes, I will remember in future that any temporary fix may need fixing ‘properly’. The angels are still on our side 🙂

– Anne

Reunited with ‘Streak’ and ‘Storm’

Today we are reunited with ‘Streak’ & ‘Storm’. It has been 10 months since we drove away leaving two dirty motorcycles for cleaning and storage. As we travel through the rain to the storage facility I have both excitement and nervousness, what will we feel when we see the motorbikes, will we want to ride? what will it feel like? will we cope? All emotions we expected but they are now real.

We enter the storage facility and pass a couple of motorbikes that Anne notices look like ours, they are ours!! We did not recognise them after all this time! Our panniers and clothing are stored separately and as I unload the shelves I am struck by the worn nature of the clothing and panniers and think of all the memories that have been woven into them. I have new Klim Latitude trousers which look so new compared with my similarly coloured Klim Badlands jacket.

Taking Streak and Storm for their 1st ride in 10 months!

Taking Streak and Storm for their 1st ride in 10 months!


We are dressed as we were for 14 months and set out in light rain to get a Ministry of Transport (MOT) roadworthiness test, required annually as ‘Streak’ & ‘Storm’ are now over three years old. I had to look up the definition of ‘MOT’ as the Ministry of Transport disappeared many decades ago, but the name lives on.

We fire up the engines and cautiously head down the lane to the main road. Water drips down off the trees splashing on the windscreen, we are riding again. Confidence grows and as we ride through the New Forest, we hardly notice the rain as the smiles grow on our faces, it’s good to be back in the saddle.

Our first ride, across the New Forest, is grey and wet but it feels good

Our first ride, across the New Forest, is grey and wet but it feels good


Yes, as you can see from the photo, it was a wet dreary day, again, but it felt great!!! Most importantly, Anthony’s ankle held up. Changing gears was painful as expected but what we hadn’t thought of was the difficulty of pushing off the side stand – that was tricky and painful. But manageable, we can work around that. That will not stop us from doing our next bike trip, through France and Spain in under 2 weeks’ time. The bikes passed their MOT, we have new wet weather pants and we can’t wait to get back on the road again soon.

– Anne & Anthony

Family, Friends and Fairy Floss

We have been in Europe nearly a month already! Our timing was chosen specifically to join our nephew Matthew in celebrating a very important event in his life: his ordination into Dominican priesthood. A major milestone for him, a great occasion for family to get together and a proud moment for his parents and grandparents.

Matthew's ordination into Dominican priesthood - Blackfriars, Oxford, UK

Matthew’s ordination into Doninican priesthood – Blackfriars, Oxford, UK

For the past 4 weeks, we have been criss-crossing the UK to visit family. Our second important family event took place in London: it was very special to be able to watch Anthony’s niece Fenella perform in her end of year dance show. And a very proud moment for her mum, Anthony’s sister Tansy. Sadly, no photos were allowed, but we did all get in between the afternoon and evening shows for celebratory refreshments and dinner. The last big event is this Saturday, our nephew Sebastian’s christening, which Father Matthew will be officiating.

We have seen my mum, attended one of her amazing 2 hour guided tours of Canterbury cathedral which she gave to a group of French students, played many games of scrabble, seen my dad and niece Marion for the ordination, seen my sister Diane and most of her family, celebrated my niece Camilla’s birthday, enjoyed an impromptu home concert, seen Anthony’s sister Tansy and family in Dorset, visited cousins Celia and Richard in Scotland where we did a spot of sightseeing in Kirckubright and single malt tasting and also visited my nephew Timothy and Bex and their 2 gorgeous boys. We also spent 5 days zooming from Amsterdam to Antwerp to visit Anthony’s cousin Lesley and family. So great to catch up with family who have also been faithful followers of our blog. Wherever we have been, we have been totally spoilt and fed so many amazing meals. It is time we get back on the road and work all those treats off!!!…

Lots of family visits in England, Scotland and Belgium

Lots of family visits in England, Scotland and Belgium

In between the family visits, sightseeing and lovely walks, we also managed to catch up with our old friend Eugene – it was on the 14th July, the day Marianne, France’s symbol for Liberté, Égalité et Fraternité, cried for France and the whole world following the attrocities in Nice. We visited Antwerp on Belgium’s national day – a little unnerving after Nice but we were not going to be deterred. We also caught up with close friends Pat and Andy from Brisbane who happened to be staying 5 miles from a motorcycle shop we had planned to go to.

Time for some sightseeing with friends and family

Time for some sightseeing with friends and family

After Belgium, we nipped down to Lille, in northern France to go down memory lane and revisit old haunts. This is where I went to uni and Anthony used to come over every three weeks to see his French girlfriend back in 1977! Time does play tricks on the mind. Sometimes it feels like no time has passed between visits to family/friends or places and it oddly seems normal to be where you are and other times, you know a place should be familiar but you cannot remember until suddenly, out of nowhere, a glimpse of clarity followed by exhilaration. I loved seeing where I used to live – there was one door bell for all the student rooms back then. As I was in room 5, my visitors used to have to ring the doorbell 5 times – you had to start counting as soon as the door bell rang to find out if it was for you or not. I was glad I wasn’t in room 8!! I loved the modern Lille cathedral with it’s wall of Portugese mable. Thanks to our friends Jan and Ineke for telling us about Roubaix and especially the renovated art deco swimming pool – stunning!! On the way back to Amsterdam where we had hoped to catch up with other friends, we made the most of the time to see the Cuyperspassage at Amsterdam Central station with 80,000 blue Delft tiles.

Revisiting old haunts

Revisiting old haunts

We have been lucky with the weather – we are after all in the UK so have to talk about the weather! It started absolutely freezing, was mostly grey, often wet, we didn’t get to see any of the Peak District on our way to Scotland but we did see this year’s British summer and it was amazing.

As we’ve gone from place to place, we pick our route based on either new places we want to see or good hotel deals. And so we ended up going through Sheffield and Blackpool. Both places have seen better days but they also each have their story and therefore are interesting. I remember the coach trips I used to make with my grandparents when I was little – I have happy memories of fun, treats, unusual Blackpool rock (teeth breaking sugar stick), delicious bright pink fairy floss, loud game arcades, carousel rides. Fifty years on, I could decide whether Blackpool is sad and tacky or nostalgic. I chose the latter. Which reminded us of a question we were asked recently: how much had we sugar coated our blog of our recent round the world trip as we hadn’t described any bad experiences. We described our feelings of what we experienced, good, bad, tough, frustrating but nothing bad happened to us. But of course, what we have recounted is our perception of what we experienced – our attitude to life automatically ‘taints’ or reflects our perceptions. Going back to Blackpool, I enjoyed the memories, watched young families building their own, decided to leave the old faded pink fairy floss but couldn’t resist this magnificent carousel – I had a full ride all to myself and enjoyed every second.

Ahh, childhood memories - loving this stunning carousel in Blackpool

Ahh, childhood memories – loving this stunning carousel in Blackpool


Blackpool pier

Blackpool pier

Enjoying Celia and Richard's backyard view and great company near Dumfries, Scotland

Enjoying Celia and Richard’s backyard view and great company near Dumfries, Scotland

What about Streak and Storm?!?! You’ll have to wait a day or two for this update…

– Anne

Crop factors and aerial photography

Our RTW trip in 2014/15 saw us use a GoPro 3+ for video and a Panasonic Lumix FT5 for still photographs. As we purchased these in early 2014 and used them extensively for 14 months, I thought we should at least look at what is available should we wish to upgrade ahead of the African leg of our journey. This was partially because Anne has said she will refuse to get out of the 4WD to compensate for the poor telephoto function on her still camera while photographing wildlife. In addition, our friend Kristjan has been posting excellent aerial video taken with his DJI Phantom 4 which made us, well me really, envious of the opportunities this form of photography allows.

So where to start and hence the odd title. The last time I purchased a camera, it took something called ‘film’ which seems to have disappeared. Our first visit to the camera shop has me bombarded with a kaleidoscope of unfamiliar terms, ‘DSLR’, ‘Bridge Cameras’, ‘4K recording’, ‘Crop factors dependant on CMOS size’. All beyond my simple understanding. Luckily the internet is full of useful reviews and I think on the camera front, we have narrowed it down to two ‘Bridge Cameras’ should we decide an additional camera is required.

Panasonic Lumix FZ330 or FZ330 25-600mm

Panasonic Lumix FZ330 or FZ330 25-600mm

Panasonic Lumix FZ1000 25-400mm

Panasonic Lumix FZ1000 25-400mm

This type of camera has many of the benefits of a ‘DSLR’ without the interchangeable lenses, but do have a smaller CMOS sensor. They do have good zoom capabilities which will allow Anne to stay inside the vehicle as she photographs the African wildlife.

The arial photography is more problematic. Drones have changed dramatically over the last few years with improved functionality, recording quality and increasing flight times. I last used a drone in December 2012, then they came with two pilots and two paramedics.

Slightly dented bike and rider about to be transported for repair.

Slightly dented bike and rider about to be transported for repair.

Ok Ok I did have amnesia and was airlifted to Newcastle (NSW) Hospital, so maybe it was not a drone after all. I am digressing and while the DJI Phantom 4 seems to be the drone of choice producing stupendous results, it comes at a price! So what to do, luckily our visit to the UK has coincided with the 2016 Farnborough Airshow. The perfect place to seek out an appropriate drone for our next trip’s needs. Early options seen seemed to have a little more functionality than we are seeking, 16 hour loiter time, detailed photo coverage from 13,000 meters (40,000 feet), infra red for poor visibility days and air to ground missiles to clear obstacles on the road ahead. Apart from the price! 11 meter wingspan may pose a problem, especially when mounted on the top box on the motorcycle. Could our loyal followers crowd-fund one for us? The British army has a number in boxes unused, probably just waiting for a good cash offer. This would allow our adventures to be followed in real time, filling in the gap between blog posts for those on the ever lengthening couch.

Thales Watchkeeper WK450 for those hard to reach photographic places

Thales Watchkeeper WK450 for those hard to reach photographic places

Amnesia or delusion kicking in again. So inside one of the many Trade Halls at the Farnborough Airshow to look for something a little smaller. The universities are producing a plethora of small prototype drones, so many choices, it would be hard to pick one but they did not seem keen on us having a long term field test.

Under development, so many designs

Under development, so many designs


Oh well, maybe I am overcomplicating this selection process, the DJI Phantom 4 seems to be the drone of choice, maybe we should just follow those knowledgeable people and if we are to buy a drone, this should be it. How do you find one product that does it all, seems like an impossible task, until, around the corner, there it is! Not only the answer to our drone dilemma, but I can continue to use the helmet mounted GoPro as before, problem solved by ‘The Hoverbike’!!

My future motorcycle/drone from Malloy Aeronautics

My future motorcycle/drone from Malloy Aeronautics

This prototype ‘Hoverbike’ developed by Malloy Aeronautics http://www.hoverbike.com will carry up to 110kg, has been hover tested with a rider, not me sadly, and development is ongoing. Our next motorcycle has been identified, no more BMW GS for us, we just need a little more development, a reasonable list price and we will be putting down a deposit for two.

– Anthony