I am settled in a hotel in Es Canar on the island of Ibiza. A good result after a fairly hectic trip. I started out from the Rhone region and rode the route Napoleon south. This road is a great ride and follows the Rhone south through the mountains. About two thirds of the way down my power supply to my phone self destructed. Being my brain, co pilot and everything else on this trip, it became a big problem. I made it to Nice and caught up with friends of friends and they put me up on their couch. The next morning I went in search of a power supply. After a bit of improvising I was back in action and made a late start west. My trip went as far as Marseillan plage where I found a camp site by the very busy sea. I spent the remainder of the day drinking a few beers and having a bite to eat. I picked up a cheap bottle of what I thought was rose and drank it. It was not rose but something much stronger so I slept very well and woke with a very sore head and a long journey ahead of me. I packed the tent up and paid the extortionate rates and hit the road. The highway was fast and boring so I made the journey to the port town of Denia and tried to get a ferry ticket. The ferry left at 10 pm and was a pretty disorganized affair. I rolled off the ferry at 2:30am and rode across the island with no chance or idea about accommodation. I found a bar and had a beer at 4am then found a quiet stretch of beach to sleep for a couple of hours until the town of Es Canar was ready to receive me. I found Alys hotel and a place for me to stay for a few nights. After a nap and a catchup with the Duncans I set off to have a few beers on the town. Got chatting with a couple of Englishman at the pub (no lack of poms here) turns out that they were gay. Good blokes though and had a good laugh. One of these blokes needed a place to stay and having been in his shoes the previous night I set some ground rules in place and offered him the spare bed in my room. Waking up next to a gay guy was a first for me and I would be lying if I said I did not feel a little uncomfortable about it all. Anyhow I figured this was good karma and I headed to the Duncans hotel to drink their free beer and stave off the imminent hangover and laugh off the events of the previous night. My Skype is not working on my phone so I am limited to text messages to Sara which is not really good enough and is kind o annoying. Headed to the beach later and then off for a ride around the island to catch the sights.