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Our Claims Manager is back from his hols – but will he be making a claim?

A beach. A 99 Flake. Spanking new trunks from British Home Stores. A rub down with Ambre Solaire every half hour. Sounds like holiday bliss.

Well, it does if you live in England. But not if you’re ‘our Dave’.

Dave Jacob is our Claims Manager and the very idea of a package holiday makes him want to go to work and handle some more claims.

So, determined to make life difficult for himself he and his chums sat down last year and made plans for a holiday with a difference: a jaunt to the Sahara, no less.

On motorbikes.

Naked.

(Okay, we made up the bit about being naked.)

They began on April 1st (appropriately enough) by cheating a little and catching a ferry from Portsmouth to Bilbao. From there they blasted down across Europe to Morocco.

Once in Morocco (three days in the saddle later), they did a clockwise loop of this wonderful country, taking in Fes, Merzouga (the Sahara bit), Marrakech and Essouria.
In the Rif Mountains, en route, they stopped to take some snaps of the panorama for the album. Whereupon they were approached by drugs dealers wanting them to ‘export’ 4kg of Cannabis into Spain.

As if!

Perhaps even more memorable though was the Saharan storm that lasted for two whole hours and literally sandblasted their motorcycles to a matt finish. Dave is checking to see if his holiday insurance has a sandblasting exclusion clause. He mourns the passing of his gleaming BMW paint job.

In the calm following the storm the gang slept under the stars, went on a magical camel ride and skied their way down 1000ft dunes. (Knowing Dave, all at the same time.)

Try that in Margate!

Well done, Dave. Nice to have you back.