Day 2: well we have several Alibi's so if anybody says anything about the noisy neighbour on the campsite it definitely wasn't us. I'm sure caravans spontaneously combust all the time...... Probably. Anyway, up, up and away. We had a fantastic ride up into the clouds in Andorra. The roads were just amazing and the views were spectacular. We stopped and had breakfast/lunch. I'm not exactly sure what it was as I'm not even sure what day it is, never mind what time. So a great ride up followed by an amazing ride down through Andorra's High Street and into Spanish Spain. It's a bit of a strange thing riding through Spain as all I could smell was poo. I checked several times and I'm pretty sure I hadn't had any accidents even though I'm at an advanced age. Who knows. We swapped around the lead for a little while and Darren "Pathfinder" White took us upto the top of a terrific hill/mountainy thing and then onwards into the great unknown. We went off so far into the great unknown that it became known as a National Park No Motor Vehicles Of Any Kind Allowed!!!!!! So we turned round and then got slightly sidetracked watching James "Adventurer" May riding down a goat track. He assured us that his satnav said it was the right way to go so we just laughed and made him turn round and ride back up.......... Trust us, it may not have been the most sensible thing to have done but it was funny, not for James "Sparky Pants" May of course but then his time will come when he can laugh at us. After we'd made it back down the twisty turny hill we thought we'd be grown up and head for a campsite nice and early so we could actually get showered and fed before it went dark. All was going well until we came off the motorway and Sparky's front wheel decided it didn't like having air in it and thought it would do an impression of a jelly. While his front tyre was doing that impression he was doing an impression of a man pooing himself so convincingly that I had to ask if that's what the smell had been all day. As this is a team effort and all about comradeship under adversity me and Darren just stood around for a bit laughing at him until Sparky told us off. We helped get the front wheel off the bike on a very pleasant roundabout just off a Spanish motorway much to the amusement of the locals. One of the locals eventually stopped to see if we were ok instead of just pointing and laughing and Darren had the genius idea (he was creeping from the middle of nowhere incident) of taking the wheel to a local tyre place rather than repairing it at the side of a crappy roundabout. We loaded the wheel onto the back of my bike and I rode off behind Diego hoping my bottom virginity was going to stay that way. Turns out he was an off duty policeman so me and the wheel had an off duty police escort to a tyre place which fixed the puncture and had a fridge to purchase much needed cans of coke (the drinking type obviously as none of us are Dutch or Blue Peter Presenters) My off duty police escort then returned me, the wheel and the cans to two sad old gits on a roundabout and then abandoned us. I think he was worried he'd be recognised. He did ask if one of us was the gay one from Top Gear but as neither me or Darren have hair we didn't know what he was talking about. So, all back together it wasn't a quick blast up the motorway (3 fat blokes on inappropriate bikes remember) to the campsite. It's a bit commercial but then beggars can't be choosers apparently. Tents up, showered and fed we have all now retired to our tents. Sparky has managed to get to sleep first judging by the snoring (Mandy, how do you cope?!!!!!!!!!!!!!) Darren has curled himself up into a tiny tiny ball to squeeze into his tent and I'm now regretting bringing a 3 season sleeping bag as it's hotter than a kebab shop owners armpit in my tent. Fun times and we haven't left this continent yet. I suppose you could say we're all in-continent. I know, but it made me laugh. Come back soon folks. It's not as interesting as the Jeremy Kyle Show but it makes a change :-)................... P.S. Today's campsite is next to a railway line and the 23.50 freight train has just gone past blaring it's horns! It didn't drown out the snoring though! Really Mandy, please please tell us how you cope. This is the life though, I mean, who needs sleep when your an ageing fat bloke wobbling around Europe on an equally ageing and wobbly motorbike :-)