After crossing into England via the tunnel we had an easy blast up to the M25. Then we stopped, along with every other tortured soul on that godforsaken open prison that encircles London. Even filtering didn't make life that much easier, as I only tend to filter in slow traffic (below around 50kph). After what seemed like two hours (but was probably one) we decided to change route and take the M4. The first services we stopped at had a few other bikers who'd made the same decision, including a guy with a push bike bungeed to the rear of his seat - coolio!
The picture here shows the entire route we took, around 3,600km (2,235 miles)...
Toni says: can't wait for the next one.
Toni's highlights:
- Asparagus
- Black Forest Gateaux
- German (White) Beer
- Biker B&B (in France)
- The campsite in the Black Forest
- Playing in the snow (in the Austrian Alps)
- Great company to share it with ;-)
- Aqua-planing in a thunderstorm (we didn't but it felt like it)
- Saddle sores :-(
- The Austrian Alps
- The Nurburgring (watching, not riding!)
- The Black Forest
- France (because I wasn't expecting to like it)
- The people we met
- The B258 from Monschau towards Koblenz.
- Buy the Daily Mirror in a brief moment of insanity, then reading it with the expectation it might contain some news. Le Monde was more insightful (and I don't read French).
Hopefully we'll get a trip over to Scotland later this year, and Jon's hoping to join a local RoSPA group so he can finally learn how to drive the beast.
That's all folks :-)
J & T
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