My life in pieces

Well folks its Sunday and I got back a couple o days ago so lets fill you in on the rest. I based myself at fort Augutus for my time in the Highlands, the riding there is really second to none, beautiful scenery fab roads it is , if the waether favours God's own biking country, just top.
Hello to Andrea the lovely girl who works at the Lovat Hotel it was great chatting with you and getting to know you and don't forget to e-mail me.
It just remains for me to tell you lot of the road home. Well it was with more than just a touch of saddness that me and the baba beem turned our face south and the long trip home to London. Thursday the weather was bad ... I kid you not it was BAD, neither Rukkas nor my beema tour jacket could protect me from Highland Rain boy it rainedfrom Inverness to Edinbourgh it rained and rained and rained, you getting the picture.Anyway appart from that it was nice. By the time I got to the forth road bridge visability was down to about 20 foot so I didn't see much of the surroundings, ah well. Got to the English boader at Berwick on tweed and fog had replaced the rain a real pea souper as they say cool. I kept on going and finaly the mother goddess of nature smiled on me at about the North Yorkshire boader this brightened the mood somewhat and having not run out of energy I decieded to push as far south as I could. Night came upon us but the further south I got the more I wanted to make it home, so eventually I arrived in North London , yes I kid you not 650 miles in a hit how well hard is that, Yes folks call me mister enduro but I did it Inverness to Londinium in one day wow fuck me I'm hard arsed number one biker.
Well thats enough self serving congradulations and incedently the end of the trip, which is sad as I could have gone on for months moving on every day with nowhere in particular to go I'll miss it. Till next time.

Hi , well I'm in Scotland have been for a day and a half now so this is what happened, I left Doolin and pushed north to the town of Westport though the Connamaragh National park what a place, bleak barron peat bog and mountains as far as the eye can see, beautiful windswept and I mean that seriously windswept, the riding was fanastistic long straight roads across this completly empty landscape . Stopped for a fag in the middle of nowhere and had what you'd call a road to Damascus experience , sounds silly but I did straight up. Anyway I'm not going into that too personal. Rode the Connamaragh loop through the mountains and along the coast awe inspiring as ever then off into Westport. Saturday night so I found a b&b about 4 miles outside town, closest available, Thought, being me' that I'd walk into town and get something to eat, 4 miles is alot further on foot than on the bike. I'd been walking for a little while when a car pulled up "Are you out for a walk or are you going somewhere?" came a voice from the car. I explained that I was walking into Westport and Tommy, the guy in the car said "Hop in I'll give you a lift into town." how nice is that? having got a lift into town I purchased an awful meal in a place that claimed to be a resturant, being honest I new it was going to be rough when I saw them make an Irish Coffee with nescafe and bells whiskey, yuk.Great b&b by the way St. Barnards , lovely people who own it.
Next day head north again to the coast of Mayo and the Craic Neolithic Fields site a whole farming community field networks, houses, burial chambers buried under the peat for 4000 years a place I'd recommend to anyone who finds themselves in that part of the world. The cliffs that the site sits on are amazing too shear drops straight into a dark purpley-blue sea, beautiful.
From there I pushed on into Dongal, Dun na galh, ah whatever. That was a hard ride its a fair old way from Mayo to there in one hit. Got into town and the place was full of bikers, cool. Met three fella's with Harleys who planned my next days route for me between them, with not just a little aurgument which went along the lines of "he's gotta do the Antrim coast", "Ahh fuck you and your bloody Antrim coast yer bastard its friggin windy that way". That sort of thing. Anyway after about 15 minutes of this we'd, I mean they'd sorted a route for me across the top of Northern Ireland to Larne and the ferry port.Had a fanastic meal in the hotel resturant in the middle of Donegal more than I could eat and 28 Euros the lot fab. Pubs were all pretty empty it being Sunday night so I went back to my B&B and slept like a log.
Morning and its off to the North crossed the River Foil lnto Straban and out of the Republic first thing I'm greeted with was red, white and blue kerb stones ,Ulster flags and Union Fags everwhere and there's me with a big Tricolour on the back of my top box. To be honest i was not just a little intimidated, slightly depressed and more than a bit fucking angry, Loyalist bigots, fuck em! may they all rot in a pit somewhere nasty. See, I'm not a practicing catholic but I am a republican by nature and my name is a Gealic one and those bastards hate me too, so as i said Fuck em. Pity ,because the A2 is a beatiful road the Giants Causeway is cool and the much vaunted Antrim coast road is truely one of the best roads that I have ever ridden but I'll never go back to the North again. Horrible people. The catholic towns where ok though I felt comfortable in those. Anyway enough of politics into Larne for an hour and a bit wait for the ferry to Cairnryan that was uneventful I landed at 6.30pm and headed north stopped in a hotel in Gervan, I think thats how its spelt, on the Ayre coast meet several very pissed scots folk who, as seems to be the way in most places when you tell folk what your doing, took to planning my route for the next day. Being fair though local knowledge is very helpful and I did as I was told. Rode from there up through Glasgow, I love that town to bits, then on up the side of loch Lommand and on through to Glen Coe. Well what can you say the Highlands are the best, riding a bike here just can't be beat. I was going to stop at Fort William but it was so cool that I couldn't just stop there , I just had to ride more and more so I've ended up here in Fort Augustus on the banks of Loch Ness in the Lovett Hotel very nice and they got a computer which I'm tapping away at as we speak , anyway your up to date and I'm sitting next to the bar so bye I'll write soon.

well folks I'm on the northern tip of county Clare, camped by the edge of Galway Bay and it is beatiful here, weather is superb blue skies and sunshine.
Last night was an evening and a bit , if you ever get round to reading this John, Kieran and Jennifer from the Osbourne Bar in tralee you seriously know how to party. Rolled back to the b&b at 3 in the morning very very very drunk. Had a brill night and will send every biker I meet your way ta guys. Woke up this morning with a rotten bloody hangover but Annie the top lady from my b&b made me brekkie despite the fact that it was 11.30 and breakfast finishes at 10 . Annie is a star though and sorted me out with a good irish breakfast and sent me on my way. Top lady. rode for about four hours through north Kerry got the ferry across the Shannon and landed in County Clare then north agaln to Listoonvarna and have arrived at Doolan pitched my tent now I'm off in search of food .cya

Aha another internet cafe, so whats up since the last entry well it seems like ages again so much happens when your riding all day, tuesday night I camped at Derrymere on the southern point of the Kerry coast road. That is one of a kind that road, a must for anyone traveling in this part of the world the views are staggering not just in their beauty but in their veriety too, one moment your riding along tiny roads around the shear sides of the mountains the next you down along side of white sandy (and empty) beaches and always the Atlantic as far as the eye can see. God its a tough life.
The camp site was cool camped at the edge of a cliff, very secluded. Next day was up and on the road again through the national park and up to Molls Gap, now thats a view I won't forget in a hurry a beautiful day weather was sunny and you could see for miles nothing but moutains, valleys, lakes that sort of thing. Frankly I'm running out of adjectives for this blog, words seem a little inadaquate to describe riding around Kerry this place is truely splendid. Anyway lunch at Molls gap the on to the gap of Dunloe
what a ride shear moyuntains on both sides and a river valley road to ride down twisting and turning all the way back down to Kilarnee, top ride. From there I pushed on to Dingle stopping for tea at Inch Strand another streatch of white, empty beach, just a few surfers riding waves , very well I thought. Then on to Dingle a small fishing port on the Peninsular of the same name. Camped there camp site was a bit rubbish small field but a youth hostel attatched so the place was full of german and Dutch Hikers (yawn yawn).
Got up this morning packed up fast and left as fast as my little bike would carry me. Rode up to Conners pass another amazing view; Dingle bay one side and Tralee bay on the other another fanastic road up and down . A bike riders dream twists, hairpins, and long straight stretches to open up on, cool. Anyway into Tralee for breakfast at Brogues Inn in Tralee town, I think they served me up three breakfasts on the one plate massive portions just the thing after a pre breakfast exillarating ride. Then north to Banna Strand ( told the waiting germans that the cheque for the guns was in the post deffo, Irish type joke.) the weather is fab blue skies and sunshine beach almost empty and streatches for miles noyhing but white sand, blue sea and the mountains in the distance with white clouds just touching the tops. At this point I'm supposed to carry on north but I didn't have the heart to leave Kerry so after a quick conversattion with my bro on the phone ( just making him jealous ) I turned around and headed back for Tralee, booked into a B&B and am spending the night here. Well thats us up to date I write again in a day or so cya.

Oh my, has it only been Three days, well from the begining as this is the first internet cafe I've come across .
Set out Sat the weather was rubbish as predicted by the weather fella high winds and rain, now when I say high winds I mean it heading down the A40 outside Burford its was so bad that i was standing on my right peg to stop the bike being blown out from underneath me. Well as I said it pissed on me all the way over the Breacon Mountains so at about 5pm stopped at a B&B just outside Breacon. Sun promptly came out.
Next morning road down to Fishguard, by the way the roads in Wales are great, smooth as glass, Welsh Police however are miserable wankers and look at you like your a dog dropping riding by, this wasn't just one copper it was all of them.
Anyway got the ferry to Rosslare weather bad people sick all over, cool made me laugh (not being prone to sea sickness).
Landed at 6 in the evening and headed for the nearest stopping place Cedar Lodge Hotel . I wouldn't recomend it expensive for what it was , fit girl working behind the bar was nice to chat to though.Next morning on the bike and headed west to Cork , stopped at a roadside tea stop met a cdool Biker who appeared from inside his beat up old van wearing leathers and a skull and cross bones bandana recomende3d a couple o bars in tralee to check out , nice guy.
Pulled into Cork at Lunch time the guys from the tattoo shop tipped me off as to where to leave the bike and get food , ta guys.
After eating I headed for Blarney and kissed the Blarney Stone , well you got to don't you? Besides a little extra luck never hurt on a bike trip. Actually I'd recomend Blarney castle Beautiful place to visit. Then the rain started again so i took that as a que to leave. Off to Kilarney took the r roads to get there great ride twisting back roads all the way hard to ride in the rain but very rewarding , having reached Kilarney at about 6 I stopped at a Hotel I've been to before The Hotel Europe 5 friggin Stars no less cheap though really(not)200 Euro worth every penny, oops sorry cent , top food and the best views of Kilarney Loch, Hot bath, steam room and plunge pool , swimming pool (indoor) the works, awsome.
Reluctantly left the Europe today and rode the N70 coast road , so beatiful its silly. Which my friends is where I'm at now nearly at the Ring of Kerry in a cafe drinking coffee and writing this, so your up to date. No pics for you yet got loads but this part of Ireland dosn't have Broadband yet so it would take too long. Write soon Bye....

Thats it I'm ready, I'm leaving in the morning yeah! Weather forcast says rain all day bloody typical, still don't care I'm away.Heres a pic of me bike not a great one but more will follow. The route starts at The Ace cafe for breakie and then on to the A40 and keep heading West. Write soon bye

Hello World,
This is me and my new Blog. To be bluntly honest I don't have much to say yet. The purpose of this blog is to document the bike trip I'm about to go on, which might be a little more interesting than this (maybe).
Anyway a bit about me, I'm 38, work in the Theatre as a lighting tech. I live in North London, which is nice. I love motorbikes and traveling so my upcoming trip aroud Ireland and the highlands of Scotland is something I've been looking forward to for a very long time.
What else is there to say, not alot except that I've not prepared for this trip very well, thats according to my best mate.Still we shall see, I like the ad hoc approach to life so see no reason why I need to be more prepared than having a road map and cash for petrol. What else is there to plan? Oh yeah and a tent.
Well I shall keep you all informed as to progress and stuff , its Sunday today I leave next Saturday for a two week adventure. Plans be buggered, this is going to be so cool.