Poking around the backblocks a little, we finally stumble onto the mysterious tunnel...and what a weird thing this is!!
The road goes all tight and squirrely before it ends in a small carpark, with a hole-in-the-wall showing a little daylight in the distance....and a 20kmh sign nailed to a post. Ride through? Oh yeah!!
Oh shit!! Whadda we do now?
The exit is a 20ft concrete and timber ramp affair, 4ft wide, onto the soft-as-custard black sand.
No way to turn the bikes around in the tunnel...and they’ll sink like the Titanic in this black fluffy stuff down there....:???:
I give it a go and bog the XT after 10 meters...Bernard and the much lighter 250 are a little better off, but not by much.
Manhandling the whole fleet backwards through the dark tunnel becomes a merry and tumultuous affair...and that’s after the XTs have been pushed and pulled back onto the ramp on the beach-side of the tunnel.