Meeting up with a Tassie biker, learning a new word and complimentary port in the hotel room
A close encounter with a gravel road, stunning views of the Tasman Sea, no penguin sightings and a dodgy diner.
The last day in Europe, returning to the UK and the first time I dropped my Ducati.
When you are feeling down and gloom the motorbike has the magic power to cheer you up!
I visited the Ace Cafe in Luzern for a burger and a sticker.
From the sunny Italian coast to the cooler heights of the Swiss Alps.
I’ve brought Bella to her birthplace at the Ducati factory in Bologna and despite the rain we didn’t care and grinned quite a lot!
Ducati had a quick once over at the dealer’s and I took a ride to lake Jezersko.
Do you ever wake up feeling completely numb and no thoughts in your head at all? The sun was streaming into the room through the gap in the curtains. I … Continue reading Day 6 of “I bloody well made it to sLOVEnia” tour of Europe
You know you are fairly rural when you wake up to the sound of cow mooing and the smell of a cow shit. That’s where I am at my happiest. … Continue reading Day 5 of “The real Du-cat-i” tour of Europe
A day at the Eifel National Park made my Ducati glide around corners like hot knife through butter.
Longest mileage of the whole trip, the most anxious day of all but loved all of it. Except for the breakfast!