garfield
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Friday
It started as one of those strangely nervous days. Don’t know why, big trip ahead I suppose, what was in store for me?
I had got home from London late last night and was up at 5 a.m. to get the last few things sorted (dumping some clean clothes in the panniers as well as loosing the tent – was going the hotel way). I also had to stop at the Post Office on the way South to pick up my Zumo power lead which had just arrived from Touratwat, thinking of Earthmover and whether his had arrived too.
I was well on the road when the first text came through from my mum (“did you pack your toothbrush” followed quickly by “you forgot your door keys”). I remembered the toothbrush, stuff the door keys but most happy that I had packed my mum’s sausage sandwiches
The journey from Dalkeith to Dover was uneventful really, 490 miles covered with only a 10 minute stop for fuel, I managed to catch the slightly earlier ferry.
Arriving at the ferry I parked at the front and struck up a conversation with Andreas. He had popped over to England from Cologne to see a friend who has got married up the road. I had been struggling to get at the canbus socket to plug in the Zumo, Andreas being a brilliant German ‘AA’ patrolman snapped it all into place into a minute or so (my stupid fingers wouldn’t work). We sat besides each other on the ferry talking about everything and anything, swapping phone numbers as we parted, Andreas promising to show me some off-roading in his Land Rover when I was next in the ‘Ring’ area.
I ended the night at the Formule 1 in Calais briefly saying hello to a Swiss couple who had just completed their grand tour of the UK on bikes and allowing enough time to start a fight with the security guard at the Calais ‘flunch’ because I didn’t use the proper exit when I left….
<img src="http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee148/biker_garfield/FBS2008/DSCF2517.jpg">
<img src="http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee148/biker_garfield/FBS2008/DSCF2520.jpg">
It started as one of those strangely nervous days. Don’t know why, big trip ahead I suppose, what was in store for me?
I had got home from London late last night and was up at 5 a.m. to get the last few things sorted (dumping some clean clothes in the panniers as well as loosing the tent – was going the hotel way). I also had to stop at the Post Office on the way South to pick up my Zumo power lead which had just arrived from Touratwat, thinking of Earthmover and whether his had arrived too.
I was well on the road when the first text came through from my mum (“did you pack your toothbrush” followed quickly by “you forgot your door keys”). I remembered the toothbrush, stuff the door keys but most happy that I had packed my mum’s sausage sandwiches
The journey from Dalkeith to Dover was uneventful really, 490 miles covered with only a 10 minute stop for fuel, I managed to catch the slightly earlier ferry.
Arriving at the ferry I parked at the front and struck up a conversation with Andreas. He had popped over to England from Cologne to see a friend who has got married up the road. I had been struggling to get at the canbus socket to plug in the Zumo, Andreas being a brilliant German ‘AA’ patrolman snapped it all into place into a minute or so (my stupid fingers wouldn’t work). We sat besides each other on the ferry talking about everything and anything, swapping phone numbers as we parted, Andreas promising to show me some off-roading in his Land Rover when I was next in the ‘Ring’ area.
I ended the night at the Formule 1 in Calais briefly saying hello to a Swiss couple who had just completed their grand tour of the UK on bikes and allowing enough time to start a fight with the security guard at the Calais ‘flunch’ because I didn’t use the proper exit when I left….
<img src="http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee148/biker_garfield/FBS2008/DSCF2517.jpg">
<img src="http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee148/biker_garfield/FBS2008/DSCF2520.jpg">
onyack
We might get his comments about GOTC by about Christmas at this rate 
