Thursday.
I worked thru my lunch today so as I could finish an hour early as
Im going to Brittany tonight for 3 days and my ferry leaves Plymouth at 11pm.
My bike has been loaded up since last night, roll bag with camping gear, throw over panniers with clothes and tail pack with cooking gear and food.
As usual the tank bag holds tools, multimeter etc.
It takes me a lot longer than expected to have my dinner, shower and pack the last of my stuff before Im finally ready to go, maybe its because we have a 3 month old little boy now and I havent been away from him since the day he was born.
I booked the ferry on a whim one night and now Im having second thoughts, Im wondering should I have left it till he was older?
My better half reassures me that both they and Ill be fine once I get going, and anyway, tommorow, herself and the little man are going away for 3 days with her mum, its a tradition that they holliday together this weekend every year for the last few years.
So theres no point in me staying home, Ill be on my own!
I say goodbye and start the bike, its running sweet, I just serviced it last weekend and gave it a good once over just to make sure all was good.
The motorway is pretty busy and soon enough it starts to drizzle.
The ride down is pretty uneventfull and I decide to fill up in Plymouth so as to have no delays in France when the ferry docks.
I ask they cashier how far the ferry is "2 miles" she says, only to be contradicted by a fellow cashier who says "no its not, its 3 miles, dont mind what she says" I've obviously interupted an argument and I decide that the truth is probably 2 and half miles!
Im heading twords the ferry when Im redirected by a diversion, within minutes Im lost and have to stop to ask a local for directions.
He sets me on the right path and soon Im at ferry checkin.
"Your lucky.....this is the only ferry going to France from the UK tonight because of the strike" says the lady behind the desk. "Oh thank God" I say, even though i had no idea there was a strike!
Sometimes my whole life seems to revolve around ferries/airports, We've only just got back from Ireland a couple of weeks ago, used the ferry then aswell, Stena line.
I line up with several other bikes, a Goldwing, Hayabusa, 2 Gsxr1000's, an old Gsx650, Gtr1400, and of course 3 R1200gsa's all decked out with hard luggage, sat navs, intercoms, full BMW riding gear, you name it they had it.
I was sure they were headed for an epic trans Africa/RTW/Round Europe trip and was eager to hear their story but when I asked them they said they were just on a weekend guided tour of Brittany, hotels etc included.
I was gobsmacked, they were sitting on about £15k of equipment each and were paying someone else to guide them around!
But then I started thinking, maybe Im the one thats got it wrong, I could quite possibly end up spending 3 days chasing my tail around northern France on my 650 V -Strom with michelin map, seeing nothing but roads and service stations and missing all the good stuff simply because i dont know its there, and I suppose thats where the tour guide would come in handy.
Either ways its too late now, and even if I wanted a guided tour theres no way I could afford it.
We get the all clear to ride onto the ferry and I park up and strap the bike down to the floor anchor points.
I have a reclining seat booked and make my way to that part of the ship.
The ship is only 1 and a half years old and looks really clean and modern inside with a large bar, restaraunt, 2 cinemas, showers and numerous seats. Im dissapointed to see though that the seats dont recline very far (think aircraft seats) and are nowhere near as good as the sleeper seats on the LD lines ferry from Potrsmouth to Le Havre.
I take my seat and the ferry doesnt seem all that busy, I start chatting with a guy 2 seats away and it turns out we're practically neighbours back home!
We both agree that we're not going to get much sleep in these seats.
After a while he dissapears for a few mins and comes back with a bottle of red wine and 2 glasses, "drink half of this" he says and I happily oblige.
Sure enough the wine done the trick and we're both asleep within the hour, and all thru the night the only sounds to be heard is the gentle hum of the large diesel engines pushing us twords France and the disturbingly regular farts coming from one of the gixer riders a few rows behind me.

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My trip to Millau (France) and back 2009.http://www.horizonsunlimited.com/hub...u-france-43474

No Adrian you didnt get it wrong.....how could you pay someone to take you by the hand and charge ridiculous money for something you can do better yourself? I dont know how those guys could admit to doing that and not blush for shame. And France is hardly the place to need pampering as they did. It's not exactly far away.

Dont fall for the advertising guff - do your own thing.

I cross the channel every 2 or 3 weeks and see this all the time on every ferry!
Not wishing to get into bike debates (because every one to there own) but the main culprits are the bikes with the sticky out cyclinders and then the real loud ones with the leather panniers on!
Dont get me wrong I take my hat off to them for riding but it makes me chuckle when a guide meets them at the port and does what there shiny satnav would have done.

I love my 650 Strom,she has taken the better half & me to some nice places with never a GPS or tour guide in sight! Personally I enjoy planning my trips myself but hey, horses for courses, if some people want to fork out for a guide then it keeps some happy soul employed
Hope you had a good time in Brittany, nice part of the world.

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Andy L

From the midnight sun to the silk & rhubarb roads, 2014
I am not an adventure rider, just a biker that has adventures.

Friday.
Its 5.45 am and the alarm on my phone has just gone off, but Im allready awake.
I have time for a shower and some breakfast before we dock at 7 o clock.
After I freshen up in the spotlessly clean showers and have a quick bite to eat I head out on deck for my first look at Roscoff.
The morning has dawned dull and grey, and its a bit chilly aswell.
All the bikers are here, all buzzing with excitement and nervous chatter as we slowly edge our way into the port.
We all head down to our bikes and it turns out most of us (except the GS riders) are heading in the general direction of Vannes.
I get chatting to 2 fellas from Yorkshire, one has a brand new Z1000 and the other has TDM900, they're on the way to Carnac to see the ancient stone monuments and then heading back up to the Normandy beaches.
Im heading for Quiberon, a penninsula near Carnac and so we decide to ride together.
The ramp comes down and we all ride off.
I love this feeling, rolling onto new ground, opposite side of the road, different language, not really knowing where Im going to pitch my tent tonight.
We have a look at my map in the tank bag and decide to just head south thru Morlaix.
We all leave the docks together, except the GS riders who it looks like are waiting around for the tour guide to arrive!
My 2 new travel partners are good fellas, nothing to prove to anyone, no "look at me and how fast I can go" antics etc.
We head south and after a few miles it starts to rain, not much, but enough to make you wary on strange roads.
We pass thru Morlaix (nice town) and after a while we pull in for fuel, the Z1000 need refilling after 90/100 miles, but the TDM and my own Strom are ok for a long time yet.
Theres what looks like an old dissused car showroom near the petrol pumps and inside they have a couple of really old Citreon's and Merc's with flat tyres and layers of dust on them .
I take a couple of pics with my disposable camera (forgot the digital )
and we hit the road again.
The rain clears and the day starts to brighten up and it even gets warm.
After a few miles nature calls and we pull into the side of the road in a wooded area, I get rid of this mornings cofee and we're standing around having a chat when the 2 Gixers and the GSX 650 from the ferry pass by, giving us a big wave as they go.
We are all starting to get a bit hungry now so we decide to make Lorient our next stop for a bite to eat.
For the next hour we ride some lovely allmost deserted roads down to lorient and pull in to a small resteraunt to have some much needed food.
You can imagine the difficulty the staff had trying to understand 2 fellas with heavy Yorkshire accents and me with my strong Irish accent, we could barely understand each other!
As we eat we have our first proper chat and it turns out that one of the guys has travelled extensively around the world for many years, he had some great stories and I could have listened for hours.
Time was getting on and the 2 yorkshire guys had quite a few miles still to cover today so we mount up and push on for Carnac.
We arrive in Carnac about an hour later and the Z1000 needs to fill up again with fuel.
We take some pics and have a stroll around town, its quiet as its lunchtime but its very old and picturesque.
The 2 guys have to leave for Normandy so we say our goodbyes and wish each other safe travel, they head North and I head for Quiberon which is only a few miles away.
I ride out on the peninsula with the bay of Biscay on either side of me, past what looks like an old millitary outpost and thru some small villages.
The road is full of campervans and its obvious this place depends heavily on tourism for its income.
I arrive in the town of Quiberon and I pull up on the footpath in the town centre to call home to say that I have arrived.
After a quick phone call I jump back on the bike and follow the signs for the campsites.
I find one about a mile down the road, its got hot showers and its busy but still has room for tents, and its only 7.70 Euro for the night!
I pitch my tent, make some food and ride back into town to buy some croissants and water for tommorows breakfast.
I buy the water and 2 croissants but the guy behind the counter insists I also take one of his famous cream and almond croissants and wont accept any payment for it!
Back to the campsite and its time for a shower and then a walk into town.
I pop into an open fronted bar for a drink and Im sitting there looking out onto the street when a Toyota Supra turbo pulls up outside.
The driver floors the throttle, dumps the clutch and the car just sits there manically spinning its rear wheels, filling the bar with tyre smoke.
The customers erupt into cheers and applause and finally he stops, smiles and screeches away, leaving 2 black lines outside the bar.
The whole episode reminds me of why I like France so much.
The evening is nice and fairly warm and I pass the time srolling around visiting different bars and chatting to the locals as best I can.
Around 10 pm I decide to head back to my tent and I walk back along the the sea front listening to the waves crashing on the beach below me.
Back in the tent and Im feeling a bit peckish after a few drinks, but not to worry, I have the famous cream and almond croissant to fill me up until morning.
Time for sleep, I think Ill head to the city of Brest tommorow.

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My trip to Millau (France) and back 2009.http://www.horizonsunlimited.com/hub...u-france-43474

WONDERFUL!

One thing about living in the USA is that the country is huge! That is nice in that you can go so many places and everyone (almost) speaks the same language, but you miss the ability to go to different countries like you can over there in the UK. Really cool trip. Please do share more!

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Brian C, -Traveler Relations,
The Muskoka Foundation -Volunteer Programs For Overland Travelers