29 Nov 25. Bed Bugs and Fugative Motorcyclists

After a gentle night out for some, the morning greeted us with heat but,thankfully no rain.
While Russ and BJ made like bedbugs and declared a rest day, the remaining trio set off on a 220km loop around the promontory to the south.

BJ, not one to sit still for long, had his own little solo explore. Among his snaps was a local chap showing just how high the water had risen up his house during the recent typhoon—sobering stuff

  

Meanwhile, the intrepid bikers were having a glorious time. The first half of the loop was superb: super twisty, super smooth and surrounded by fantastic scenery 

Then came the next quarter… best forgotten. Wide, flat-out roads with lorries belching fumes, spraying grit, and generally making life unpleasant. Yuk.

The final stretch was ridden at “enthusiastic pace” as the trio tried to outrun the looming thunderstorms. They made it back before the heavens opened but…

At a four-way stop the local policeman started gesticulating wildly at David. With no idea what the signals meant, David simply carried on. Terry followed. Mark attempted to do the same but, shock horror, the policeman actually tried to stop him.

Terry offered sage biker wisdom: “Don’t stop!”
And with that, Mark inadvertently became a fugitive from the law and was seen speeding away shouting "you will never take mealive copper".

David, blissfully unaware of the unfolding drama behind, had stopped at the next four-way junction about 200m down the road—just in time to watch the fugitive sail past him, both tyres locked solid, somehow staying upright but coming to rest slap bang in the middle of the intersection.

Another perfectly normal day on tour…