I’ve done a little travelling in my time. Confined to continental Europe, mostly it has been with my wife and a motorcycle. Although occasionally the formula has been different such as the time I enjoyed a trip to Mojacar with the late Ken Craven in 1984.
I always make sure that I have medical cover and I always make sure that I have cover for getting myself, passenger and bike back if it all goes wrong. During the summer of 2001, it did. I was struck down with a migraine shortly after disembarking from the ferry at Le Havre. I managed to make our planned overnight stop at Gaçé and turned in for the night with a dose of migralieve. Or, at least, that was the plan. Severe vomiting meant that I was unable to keep the medication down. The local doctor had to give me an injection and by morning the worst of the symptoms had abated sufficiently for us to carry on our journey. Unfortunately, progress became very slow as I tired so quickly. We made it to the services on the A71 at Volcanes where we stopped early. The following day I was feeling so unwell that I was taken to the hospital. Although nothing was found, I was still unable to carry on and another doctor informed my insurance company that I would have to be repatriated.
Bad enough, it would seem. When the bike arrived home about three weeks later, it had been dropped, causing about £300 of damage. Eventually my insurers settled and I more or less broke even. We made a rail trip to Lodéve a few weeks later to make up for it.
Reading this though, reminds me that our adventure was minor in comparison. At least there were no elephants.
Hehe, we ran over an already-dead deer in the middle of the highway once. Made the entire van jump into the air and back down again!
Most of my other misadventures were caused by people, not animals. I wouldn’t want to cross paths with a herd of elephants either!Visit me @ http://pimme.blog-city.com