Our overnight destination was Granada so Kerrie could see the Alhambra, palace belonging to the Moorish Islamic rulers of southern Spain until the 15th century. Greg had never heard of it and didn't really want to go see it until threatened with a fate worse than excommunication which means it was pretty bad being the non believer that he is.

Our plan was to ride along the coast line before heading inland to Granada. We also planned on avoiding the larger town of Malaga. Our first stop was to be Marbella - Kerrie was not impressed when it turned out to be at McDonalds and not down by the beach!

Kerrie's message was received loud and clear by the riders and we stopped for lunch at the seaside town of Fuengirola, now on the list of pretty spots. We snapped photos of the seaside activity and ate a delicious lunch watching the world go by - and an old MotoGP race on the restaurant TV. We felt like we were on holidays.

After hitting the autovia with full tanks (us and the bikes), Chris decided to stretch the legs of the Sprint and before long he was gone. As we had no idea which exit Chris had taken, Greg and I continued on without him confident our respective GPS would deliver us to booked apartment. We decided that olive trees must be the hardiest plant alive as they grow everywhere and in the poorest soil with no evidence of irrigation.

Greg skilfully negotiated the cobbled roads on our way to our apartment in the Old Town. On arrival in Granada we expected to see Chris's cheesey grin with a cup of tea in hand but alas no Chris! A quick SMS was dispatched and reply received. The Sprint had shat itself again and Chris had organised a tow to Granada Triumph.

As Greg would say he was 'knackered' but I would prefer to say 'fatigued' from the ride so we decided to eat in the apartment - Kerrie was dispatched to do the shopping - pumpkin soup and a cold beer!

Several hours later Chris arrived by taxi minus the Sprint.

With that threat of excommunication hanging over him, Greg decided that he really did want to see the Alhambra. Luckily our apartment was within close walking distance so off the three of us trotted down the hill, along the river and through the town square taking happy snaps till Greg's mobile phone camera died.

It was then back to our apartment for coffee and bickies then to bed. Excommunication is still pending as I'm afraid we did not get to visit the interior of the Alhambra - on the list for our next visit to Grenada.

Yes, we would come back but would definitely not stay in the Old Town if on a motorbike due to the nightmare of the cobblestones! Maybe a stay in one of the Grand Hotels in the New City would solve the problem of excommunication!