The capachino is good and the sun is shining. Gulls dive for fish amid the white horses. A nice morning coming into the Hoek. For a very short while it is calm and peaceful here in the on board cafe. I don't need a full breakfast. Another 15 minutes and I'll have to get cracking. Disembarkation soon.
Last nights storm didn't happen. It turned left and headed for Scotland. Not before I went without dinner, went to bed hungry and took the sea sickness pills. Next thing I knew was a good morning public announcement. It was as if I had been in bed five minutes. I managed to feel cheated that the storm didn't arrive. Then again I am a very bad sailor (not a good situation given my lifestyle), so no complaints. I got away with that one. Yesterday was bad enough though. I got a drowning in the A14.
45 minutes sitting on Elsa waiting for the trucks, caravans and camper vans to leave. A yaght, Day Dreamer trundles forward. I wonder where she is going? Then 30 labretta scooters start up revving enthusiastically. My nasel passages are stinging from so much two stroke shit. If they don't get us out of here soome I'm going to choke to death. Mod victory at last over six aging bikers.
A wave to two dutch motorcyclists and the German guy who severely tested my German language, in a nice way. Ich bin ein European. Into the Dutch motorway system, four hours riding to Bielefeld, Germany. I'm organised and alert which is a surprise. Drive on the right. The switch in my head didn't let me down. It's natural for me. My confidence came back. Cool.
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