Be prepared. The experienced motorcycle adventurer knows that it pays dividends to pack light, prepare well in advance and do a shake down run.
Me – well I am a bit different.
Not only was it a mad scramble to finish packing and get to the ferry, but I
struggled to cram my gear into the box on the back of the bike – meaning I am carrying too much. I left behind a couple of bulky icebreaker jerseys (I hope it isn’t cold down South) and forced the lid down.
Then I realized I had forgotten to pack the vital Single Malt – so I rushed upstairs and grabbed a nice little Islay.
That meant I was now running desperately late for the ferry, so off I set.
Only to turn around after 600 meters to go and pick up my sunglasses.
And then I was off again – arriving at the ferry about 20 minutes before departure. Check in was a breeze, but sadly I’d had no time to fill the tank, and I was now on reserve.
So I was late, overloaded and low on gas. Situation normal.
And then I discovered that I was actually early. An hour early. Grrr.
So rather than waiting in the rain, and then eating the traditional pie for lunch, I headed off for much tastier fare at the nearby French cafe.
A great way to start, and then I met up with some disreptuable characters and we boarded.
South Island here we come.
Jelous of your adventure, some friends rode from cape town to London. It was their first adventure!
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