Well, that was a long ride. I am home, the Ninja is back under its cover, all is good. My lovely wife has made not being on the road a relief. I feel like I may go to sleep and wake up in 200 years. If I do, I hope the incredible things I've seen over the last three weeks are still around. I would like to see them again, but not anytime soon. Goodnight Moscow, thanks for the memories...
Think the Ninja can wear its Overland sticker with pride. It has been unbelievable. It has carried me 6000 miles in three weeks over the sort of terrain it certainly was not built for and could have been forgiven for breaking down at any point, lord knows I wanted to. But it just kept on going. Thank you Kawasaki for the ZX636 A1P. it has made my journey possible and proven an inspiration along the way.
Well why not, I've earnt at least this! Am currently in the Netherlands which is nice enough. I have no complaints. Today, a nice slow ride back towards Calais, from where I shall be departing for home tomorrow morning... All being well!
Rain, cold, hungry , tired, trucks trucks trucks. Forever trucks. But, after a truly dreadful day, enlightenment in the confines of a small German guest house. The Reason has become clear. Can today really have been worth it after all?
A gentle stroll into Germany today and things are becoming more familiar, less exciting but more reassuring. Is that a bad thing? Depends in your perspective I guess. I feel like I've aged 300 years since leaving London. Will be interesting to see if that feeing lasts or is just a product of this solitude. Too many miles inside the prison of a helmet with only me to talk to.
Got lucky and stumbled on a great hotel in Zyrardow. Had a great days ride through Poland and just about avoided a soaking. An gonna relax tonight as the camp site last night had a Race with the Devil feel to it and I didn't sleep well !
wow, just before polish border a huge wolf jumped out into the road in front of me! what a sight. it didn't stop for a photo sadly. beautiful animal though.
what do you do when the main artirial road suddenly turns to mud and stone and traffic is directed at each other? laugh it off and enjoy Russia? not me, I fled. am now in latvia and am amazed the Ninja is still running. it is one hell of a bike. another ten hour day on the road, and I use the word road sparingly. time to relax.
Am in Moscow stop never ever drive from st Petersburg to Moscow stop only an idiot would even consider it stop too tired to feel pleased stop going to bed stop the horror the horror ends