2 busted bikes & federal police. Just another day

Here is running encounter of the trip back for Travis & Fred after the tour was cut short for the lads.

With a shifter that didn't shift, and a runaway nut it was time for 2 of the bikes to head back to Cebu, that meant 2 riders going home too. Mine (Travis) was the one with the shifter problem and Freddy gave up his sprocket nut for the lead rider Jim, who's nut came off. Great maintenance there.

After a quick trip to the port with my bike stuck in 5th the whole way (sorry clutch) and Fred's in a hilux, the ferry ride gave us a chance to formulate the plan for the return, and Jim to make some arrangements on Cebu island.

The port on Negros is where we were to part ways, with tears being shed by Darcy of course. We thought this was the end of our adventure, we couldn't have been more wrong.

The 45 minute wait for our transport quickly turned to about 3.5 hours with a monsoonal downpour, cheeky little pick pockets running around in the rain getting slapped by locals, a couple of begging girls interrupting Fred's toilet break and a lot of trepidation about what our transport might look like. Turns out it wasn't add bad as it could have been. But was far from luxury.

A very old, very rusty old flat bed truck with an engine that purred like a kitten with stage 4 emphysema turned up and out poured an entire family to load up the bikes. After a few phone calls back and forth to sorry the details of payment we were off. Chilling in the back with our bikes.

The first stop was at the family's home town, where we offloaded a couple of members, had some celebrity snaps with the local ladies (any white guys wanting to feel handsome, hit up a small town in the Philippines) and loaded up a few travelers of the frothy variety for the trip.

3 hours at break neck speed, overtaking on the left and right in mostly questionable situations had us on the other side of the island handing the bikes rego papers over to the feds. Jim's advice for the situation was that they never actually check numbers they just want you to have some sort of paperwork.

Thanks for that one Jim, my idea of fun isn't sitting in front of a federal police office with 2 unregistered bikes of unknown origin for a very tense half an hour. Luckily our driver was good enough to organize a little paper lubrication that got us through to the port. Everything at the port went smoothly and we were loaded onto a ferry with only a few other people, is now 10:45 pm.

We were pleased to be met straight away at the Cebu port by a small truck to take the bikes and a van for us. The trip back to Cebu city was supposed to be 2 hours which would see us at our hotel at quarter to three. Imagine my excitement when we were greater half way across the island by a trailer that had left it's truck, with no way past. YAY extra travel time!

The trip took a little longer than expected but we were relieved to see our hotel at 4:45am. Ahhhh the relief! Sleeeeep!! Sorry what's that receptionist? No one booked us a room? Awesome lucky us!!