One of our bikers goes missing...

And now the end is near, and so we face the final curtain... ok, enough of old blue eyes' crooning. But the fact is that after 3000 miles, 8 countries, a zillion bendy roads, approximately 1000 beers, a new set of Honda tyres, one loose wheel and a statue of a gay icon, the tour is over.

The 220 mile dash to Amsterdam on Friday was uneventful but for our quinquagenarian, Peter, proving once more that sat navs are only as good as the information input. Yes Pete, there are two Crowne Plaza Hotels in Amsterdam and, unfortunately for those following him at the time, we weren't staying at the one by the airport. Thereafter followed two fab nights in Sin City as Pete's stag do followed a happy and predictable course. Saturday's Reidy award was unanimously awarded to, well Reidy actually, for services to pudding eating and the subsequent after-effects.

We awoke on Sunday morning to a mystery... wheeeeeere's Tony? He was last seen skulking off in the direction of an Amsterdam museum late on Saturday evening whilst humming an unusual version of 'Bohemian Rhapsody' to himself. The next morning he had vanished along with all his stuff, oh and his motorcycle too. At the time of writing we have yet to hear of Tone's whereabouts. If any of you have any information which might help us find him then please call our hotline on 0800-FINDTONY (lines open til 21/5/12).

A leisurely day of recuperation followed for those of us still present and as we said our farewells to the stag do crowd our thoughts turned to Rotterdam and the overnight ferry back to Blighty (which sounds so much better than 'Hull'). In true RLB style we didn't let the fact that our hotel for the night kept moving stop us from enjoying a final evening of fine food, beer and jagerbombs which we shared with a Dutch guy called Frank.

Little needs to be said about Monday morning other than that a 55 minute wait in the polar conditions at Hull passport control says much about the UK. In over two weeks, the only times our passports were checked were on the way out... and on the way back into England.

It's been a fantastic two weeks and I'm certain we all feel it's been the best trip yet. America had the 'wow' factor without a doubt but the roads on this trip and the camaraderie have made it an unforgettable tour of so many laughs and memories. Thanks to all who have followed the blog and have put up with my excessively long sentences.

The Red Lion Bikers will be back... but in the meantime you probably know where you can find us.

P&O bar closed... ridiculous

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