3 weeks the lurgy had me. I was barely fit to travel on departure day. I got the car loaded with supply mission 4. Workshop equipment and tooling, and some of my books and files this time. I apologise to anyone I passed what seems to have been swine flu to. Mild but very contagious it is rife in Northern Europe just now.
The journey fully laden to Harwich was in a force 8 storm. More than an hour of delays left me with 10 minutes to spare. Time enough to fill the tank at UK prices. Embarkation ready for a roller coaster voyage across the North Sea. Esbjerg Jutland to the bridge 3.5 hours. The fever came back a little but I wasn't too bad as I drove across into Sweden, ready for a routine stop and search. It happens a lot with foreign plates. I know a little of how black guys feel in the UK, but here is the thing. The policeman was just doing his job. No problem unless I want it to be. Anyway my snuffling and coughing may have influenced him. I was on my way. "Welcome to Sweden.
3.5 hours to Bankeryd. 100 miles to go and I was spent. Problem, the next motel is 50 miles (UK) north. I did it, so just 50 more to get home. Finish the job was my decision. I think anyone would have made the same dodgy call. 5 Days with a friend good enough to nurse me until I was well enough to go home and look after myself. Funny a few day earlier I thought I was coming out of the flu. It turns out I hadn't hit the bottom.
Thanks to the lanky girl for helping unload Darwin. A woman friend significantly taller than me is a god send sometimes. Shame my back gave out. Shit happens. Job done though. It may have felt bad but it was actually a successful trip.
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