Day 7 I think but who knows: as we were staying in an expensive luxury hotel with beds and bathrooms, rather than stay in until they kicked us out, Darren had us up early! So early in fact that we had to wake the night porter and get him off the couch in reception where he was fast asleep! We then had to take a run up on our bikes to make it out of the underground garage then about 10 yards up the street where we then started to dismantle Darrens bike to see if we could coax it back into good health. We coaxed as much as possible then it was time for breakfast as me and Sparky had got bored. Coffee with sugar on the side, orange juice with even more sugar on the side, a fried egg and a laughing cow cheese triangle with toasted bread. It was either toasted or it was yesterdays but either way it was yummy and much more interesting than looking at Darrens bike. With egg down our shirts, hope in our hearts and a bit of a breeze behind us due to something we'd all eaten we set off from Al Hociema hoping the bike of doom was now fixed. We didn't get far so we stopped again to dismantle the bike at the side of the road and a nice man appeared as if by magic to ask if we were ok. As Darren and I were busy muttering and cursing it was down to our intrepid changing rooms consultant, Sparky, to accept this kind mans invitation to have a quick look round his house. He walked off into the field towards a square building that we had mistaken for a shed and had a good look round. 3 minutes later he was back to explain why he seemed so happy with his lifestyle choice. His table was groaning under the weight of that stuff they smoke over here. Once more it seemed we'd met a local who may have been slightly under the influence! Anyway, time to become serious and get on the Internet to find the local KTM shop. Turns out the one in Morocco is 300 miles away in Casablanca which is a bit of a nuisance as it's in the opposite direction. We then looked at Melilla which is a little part of Spain at the top of Morocco near Nador. Apparently they have a KTM shop so once more we set off on our KTM shop world tour! Things weren't improving so we stopped for lunch and a think. As we are men we did some thinking and all felt rather tired from all the effort and went back to not thinking. We decided to carry on at a slower speed so Sparky went at the front (Think Captain Slow but definitely not Captain Sensible) and hoped we'd make it. We didn't! Darren called it a day and Sparky gave him a tow up a big hill and off the road at an attractive caravan park with a lovely sea view from the high powered binoculars. We then managed to flag a van down, threw Darren and his bike in the back and set off to a quality "bike shop" in Nador. It was more like a motorcycle graveyard but the boss came out and after sucking air through his teeth he said in his best Arabic "Nah mate it's knackered. They do that sometimes." So decision time. Stay and let the bike Terminator do his worst or get a breakdown truck to give him a lift. The breakdown truck duly arrived and the bike was loaded gently onto the back, well thrown on while Darren looked the other way. I was going to stay to try and do some exploring and Sparky was going to go with Darren so someone could carry on laughing at him. It was quite a sad moment in our Not Top Gear trip as we were splitting up. Darren and Sparky wished me luck and gave me the two fingered salute as I rode off into the sunset. I tried to return the salute but I had the sun and a bit of dirt in my eyes. That's the only reason my eyes were watering........ honest. So off I rode with me and the satnav having a competition to see who was worse at navigating. I won and even after asking two policemen for directions and looking at the map lots of times I went the wrong way. Still, I was now heading away from Algeria so should have avoided any international incidents........... I hope! I eventually found a service area and had a few "I'm alone" moments but feeling both exhilarated and mildly terrified about the start of a bear free adventure I settled down for the night, that is until a nice gentleman came over to ask if I was on my own. He only lived down the road from where I was but he said he wouldn't hang around here! Great, just what I needed! Sweet dreams I don't think. Anyway, tent was up so I was staying. The security chap had pointed out a bit of grass between the toilet block and the prayer room so I should get a reasonable nights sleep even though there was a hint of poo in the air. Just to completely throw me the peace and quiet was shattered several times during the night by groups of people turning up for wedding photos on the bit of grass near the toilets. Strange but hey. Night then..........