Day 3: Today's "Pathfinder" award goes to Dave "Hammond Hamster" Sargent. We set off with me in the lead with the plan of following the coast road so after 10 minutes of riding that was the last we saw of the coast! I'm not actually sure how it happened but let me assure you me and the satnav had a few stern words! Anyway, we had a bacon sandwich for breakfast and to be fair that's all that mattered......... You have to get your priorities right. I can't believe it's only been a few days since we set off, no really I can't, my bottom is saying it's been at least a month!!!! We've had a good day today but have decided that in the spirit of Top Gear we should buy each other presents to carry with us on the trip. As "Hammond" I have to buy Sparky "James May" Pants a present, he has to buy Darren "Grumpy Old Clarkson" a present and Darren obviously needs to buy me something. This all probably makes no sense at all to any of you but we've had two wine gums each tonight and a can of none alcoholic lager between us so probably aren't thinking straight! What's new? I asked the same question. Anyway, our magical mystery tour took us up a small mountain and back down again. It had us watching in complete admiration as a man in a Landrover decided to overtake a truck as another truck approached from the opposite direction. Fantastic entertainment value, lots of flashing lights and gesticulations but no injuries. A few Tenna Man moments but other than that all good. I'd say the Spanish driving skills were atrocious but I wouldn't want to compliment them! Still, open roads and blue skies so we shouldn't grumble. Hang on, we're all over 40, grumbling is pretty much standard on this trip especially about saddle comfort! Ouch ouch and ouch. We have made it as far as a campsite near Alicante tonight so we have eaten and drank and to be honest had quite a pleasant evening although pitching tents on sharp pointy gravel laid over what must be concrete wasn't easy! We decided to do some washing tonight so all praise to the chap who helped us translate the instructions on the washing machine by saying he had a wife who did that. Male chauvinism is still alive and well in Spain probably unlike that chap in the morning after she's read this! Clean socks in the morning so a bit of a treat. I hope I get mine! We are leaving early in the morning so I can only assume that means lunch time as we haven't quite got the hang of being organised yet which is surprising really as Sparky is quite grown up compared to me and Darren. I can only think that Darren is a bad influence on him. I am currently writing this drivel from my tent, on my left is the tent of Sparky which appears to have a group of bears snoring in it and on my right is a tent containing some back up emergency bears where Darren should be. Who'd have thought you'd find this many bears in Spain and where are Darren and Sparky? So to sum up: not a good start to the day but a couple of coffees and a bacon sandwich and the world is good. Sleep well all as tomorrow is another day and we shall carry our adventures on into deepest darkest Morocco. I say deepest darkest Morocco but if the ferry arrives on time it will be daylight so not darkest at all. I don't have my watch with me so everything is a surprise to me. Come back soon for another action packed, informative and just generally stupid account of 3 fat blokes adventures into Northern Africa :-)