Spain

Obviously not content with her bellyful of new, fresh oil, my disobedient child of a motorbike decided to spit it out.
I spent the first few days in Spain using gradually more and more liquid gasket to seal the oil filter cover (using too much can be disastrous...), and it turns out subconciously tightening it up tighter and tighter each time...

At the end of one long days ride in some cheesy English-filled town near Benidorm, which I was resenting even being in, the front wheel washed out from underneath me on a small roundabout, and I watched the bike slide to the outside lane, while I unceremoniously landed on my front (left knee first, apparently).

Quickly hobbling over to the bike to hit the killswitch I was very aware that my left knee wasn´t right. But as much as I would have relished in a bit of drama, it runs out I suffered a small graise (thanks go to Kevlar for saving some skin), and my bike a few scratches.

A couple more days riding and the oil leak was continuing, while I had managed to run out of oil, as for days every service station only sold filthy 2-stroke oil (apart from car oil, which disables motorbikes wet clutches).

A hint more liquid gasket on the o-ring one evening (and what must have been a tighter re-assembly than ever) and the next day the leak was worse than ever.

Filthy 2-stroke oil it is.

I found out that evening (after tracking down some good 4-stroke oil) that I had taken the first coil of the thread inside the engine casing off by doing it up too tightly, and without realising.

At this point the chain slider had crumble into so many pieces there was nothing left to glue to hold it together, just most of the top and bottom runners flapping around the swingarm.

On my last day travelling to Tarifa my front brake started squealing like a banshee, so that evening I rolled into a campsite dribbling oil, chain rattling on rear-brake only.

After a week of swimming, reading, walking, watching some amazing sunsets and making some awesome friends (including "Joe", an English lottery winner now "scraping" with a young son on the Costa del Sol) my tyres, chain, chain slider, bearings, brake pads, sprocket and Jelly Babies all turned up (thanks to Betterhandy Ltd.!) and the bike is now sweet.

Morocco it is.