After four consecutive days of riding across Europe, and covering almost 2000 km in the process, I decide to take it easy today. I need to catchup on some emails etc, and decide to spend the day with Dave and Naomi.
They are in the throws of getting back into their "Real Lives", something I am sure I will have to deal with upon my return to South Africa. Not something I am looking forward to!! :-)
Sunday 23 October 2011
Day 142, 2011/09/20
Today is officially my last day on the bike. I hope to be in London by this evening, and since I am shipping my bike back from there, this should be my last day in the saddle. Needless to say, I am up early, still need to get to Calais in France, and then get onto a ferry to Dover. The 200km to Calais are relatively uneventful, and I manage to find the ferry port easily. The ferry ticket turns out to be a huge ripoff!!! On the ferry company's website, one is able to purchase a ferry ticket for approximately 15 Pounds, which I did not since, I did not know when, and what time I was arriving in Calais. However, if you purchase the ticket on the day, at the port, it is 65 Euros!!! Yes, no one told me that. Nothing really one can do about that really. If you decide to wait a day and travel the next, you will have to book yourself into a hotel/hostel for the evening which, would most probably cost you the same. Anyway, lesson learnt, I purchase my ticket and I manage to catch the noon ferry to Dover.
The ferry is very impressive. It has lovely sitting area, with bars and restaurants and even it's own Duty Free shopping area. So far removed from the horrendous ferry from Wadi Halfa to Aswan, in Northern Sudan.
The 90 min crossing appears to pass quickly, and before I know it, I am finally riding on the correct side of the road again. Yeah, I have been on the right hand side of the road since I hit Ethiopia. I must admit, I have gotten use to it, and the first couple of traffic circles do require more than the normal levels of concentration.
Dover is about 100 odd km South East from London, so it does not take me long to get to the outskirts of London and the M25. I must admit, it is a slightly surreal feeling to find myself on my motorcycle, on the M25 in London. Who would ever have thought that, I after 142 of traveling, would be riding my bike into London. I must admit, I never thought I would have gotten this far!!
As irony would have, it was not all to be and approximately 10 km from the center of London, my motorcycle eventually decided to give up, and I broke down on the outskirts of London, in a place called Barking. The sprocket, that I had managed to fix in Northern Kenya, had finally decided enough was enough, and the entire shaft broke. This unfortunately was pretty terminal! Short of splitting the motor, and having the shaft replaced, there was no way I would be able to get going.
Look, I guess I could not have timed it any better. If the bike had broken down a couple of hours earlier, I would have been stuck in France!! And that would have made getting the bike to the shipping agents a nightmare. Well I guess I must have a guardian angel looking after me!! ;-)
After a number of phone calls and loads of help from Naomi, I eventually manage to contact the shipping agents who, say they are able to assist me in collecting the bike. Of course, this does not come cheap, and the towing of a motorcycle across London only set me back 180 Pounds!! Amazing, it costs 950 pounds to ship a bike from London to Durban, and from one side of London to the other, approximately 40 km costs me 180 Pounds! Amazing. None the less, I guess it could have been a lot worse, I could be stuck in the middle of nowhere, and then that would have been a nightmare.
After a two hour wait, James Cargo arrive to collect my bike. It is slightly sad to know that this if officially the end of my trip, and the next time I will see my motorcycle it will be back in South Africa. But I guess all good things must come to an end!!
After loading the bike, I get a lift to the closet tube station and make my way to
East Finchley, where Naomi pics me up.
All in all, it has been a reasonably good day, and been able to finally meet up again with Dave and Naomi, after seeing them last in Luxor in Egypt is lovely!
The ferry is very impressive. It has lovely sitting area, with bars and restaurants and even it's own Duty Free shopping area. So far removed from the horrendous ferry from Wadi Halfa to Aswan, in Northern Sudan.
The 90 min crossing appears to pass quickly, and before I know it, I am finally riding on the correct side of the road again. Yeah, I have been on the right hand side of the road since I hit Ethiopia. I must admit, I have gotten use to it, and the first couple of traffic circles do require more than the normal levels of concentration.
Dover is about 100 odd km South East from London, so it does not take me long to get to the outskirts of London and the M25. I must admit, it is a slightly surreal feeling to find myself on my motorcycle, on the M25 in London. Who would ever have thought that, I after 142 of traveling, would be riding my bike into London. I must admit, I never thought I would have gotten this far!!
As irony would have, it was not all to be and approximately 10 km from the center of London, my motorcycle eventually decided to give up, and I broke down on the outskirts of London, in a place called Barking. The sprocket, that I had managed to fix in Northern Kenya, had finally decided enough was enough, and the entire shaft broke. This unfortunately was pretty terminal! Short of splitting the motor, and having the shaft replaced, there was no way I would be able to get going.
Look, I guess I could not have timed it any better. If the bike had broken down a couple of hours earlier, I would have been stuck in France!! And that would have made getting the bike to the shipping agents a nightmare. Well I guess I must have a guardian angel looking after me!! ;-)
After a number of phone calls and loads of help from Naomi, I eventually manage to contact the shipping agents who, say they are able to assist me in collecting the bike. Of course, this does not come cheap, and the towing of a motorcycle across London only set me back 180 Pounds!! Amazing, it costs 950 pounds to ship a bike from London to Durban, and from one side of London to the other, approximately 40 km costs me 180 Pounds! Amazing. None the less, I guess it could have been a lot worse, I could be stuck in the middle of nowhere, and then that would have been a nightmare.
After a two hour wait, James Cargo arrive to collect my bike. It is slightly sad to know that this if officially the end of my trip, and the next time I will see my motorcycle it will be back in South Africa. But I guess all good things must come to an end!!
After loading the bike, I get a lift to the closet tube station and make my way to
East Finchley, where Naomi pics me up.
All in all, it has been a reasonably good day, and been able to finally meet up again with Dave and Naomi, after seeing them last in Luxor in Egypt is lovely!
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| Day 142, 2011/09/20 |
Day 141, 2011/09/19
It was not a particularly pleasant evening's sleep. I was in a hostel with four other guys. That is not necessarily a problem however, for the guy who was sleeping closets to me. He woke me on several occasions by hitting me and speaking in French. Eventually, after the umpteenth time that he had woken me, I asked in English what the problem was. He said I was keeping him awake with my snoring! I was unaware of the fact that I was such a loud snorer!! I really do not know why people choose to stay in hostels, and share rooms with people when, they are such lite sleepers. But hey, what do I know!!
Anyway, I am up early because I have a fairly long days riding. I need to get to Brussels in Belgium today. The road will take me via Luxembourg to Brussels.
The weather at least is far more pleasant today, it may be cold but at least there is no rain. The riding is very pleasant and I manage to arrive in the early afternoon. After finding my hostel, which happens to be right next to Grand Place, I make way do find a good local meal. The local meal, is a lovely big bowl of mussels with chips and mayo!! WOW!!! Well worth riding all this distance, just to have that. And, just to make sure it all gets washed down well, I have couple of Belgium fruit beers.
Anyway, I am up early because I have a fairly long days riding. I need to get to Brussels in Belgium today. The road will take me via Luxembourg to Brussels.
The weather at least is far more pleasant today, it may be cold but at least there is no rain. The riding is very pleasant and I manage to arrive in the early afternoon. After finding my hostel, which happens to be right next to Grand Place, I make way do find a good local meal. The local meal, is a lovely big bowl of mussels with chips and mayo!! WOW!!! Well worth riding all this distance, just to have that. And, just to make sure it all gets washed down well, I have couple of Belgium fruit beers.
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| Day 141, 2011/09/19 |
Day 140, 2011/09/18
I spent the evening at a basic but acceptable hostel about 15 km from the center of Piacensa. At the hostel were a number of asylum seekers from Ghana. They have been at the hostel now for almost 4 months. That were migrant labourers who lived and worked in Libya. When war broke out, they managed to escape on a boat to the island of Lampedusa. They are now in the process of applying for permanent residence in Italy.
Apparently a very lengthy process. Shame not a good place to find one's self. Anyway, I have a long days riding ahead of me. I have to get to Strasbourg in France. My route will take to via the outskirts of Milan. To add salt to the wound, I have been told that the weather is to turn nasty today, with loads of cold, wet weather expected. Not fun on a motorcycle. I guess, after all that hot weather I have had in Sudan, this will make a pleasant change.
As it turns out, the weather forecase is spot on and the heavens opened up as I approached the outskirts of Milan. All I can say is, thank god it is Sunday, and there is almost no traffic to contend with. Trying to endure a cloud burst is difficult enough!!
At least the rain petered out and I only had to endure very cold weather. The weather in Switzerland was exceptionally cold, with temperature below 10 degrees.
The other downside of Switzerland was the sheer cost. Two sandwiches and an awful coffee, only set me back R200!!!! Thank god I do not plan to remain in Europe for too long, this is most certainly not contributing to keeping the budget in check!!!
I manage to arrive in Strasbourg towards the late afternoon after traveling via Lugano and Basel.
After settling into my hostel for the evening, I hit the sights and sounds of Strasbourg. For those who do not know, Strasbourg is the official seat for the European Parliament. In addition, they have one of the most amazing cathedrals that I have ever seen. Well worth a visit.
Apparently a very lengthy process. Shame not a good place to find one's self. Anyway, I have a long days riding ahead of me. I have to get to Strasbourg in France. My route will take to via the outskirts of Milan. To add salt to the wound, I have been told that the weather is to turn nasty today, with loads of cold, wet weather expected. Not fun on a motorcycle. I guess, after all that hot weather I have had in Sudan, this will make a pleasant change.
As it turns out, the weather forecase is spot on and the heavens opened up as I approached the outskirts of Milan. All I can say is, thank god it is Sunday, and there is almost no traffic to contend with. Trying to endure a cloud burst is difficult enough!!
At least the rain petered out and I only had to endure very cold weather. The weather in Switzerland was exceptionally cold, with temperature below 10 degrees.
The other downside of Switzerland was the sheer cost. Two sandwiches and an awful coffee, only set me back R200!!!! Thank god I do not plan to remain in Europe for too long, this is most certainly not contributing to keeping the budget in check!!!
I manage to arrive in Strasbourg towards the late afternoon after traveling via Lugano and Basel.
After settling into my hostel for the evening, I hit the sights and sounds of Strasbourg. For those who do not know, Strasbourg is the official seat for the European Parliament. In addition, they have one of the most amazing cathedrals that I have ever seen. Well worth a visit.
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| Day 140, 2011/09/18 |
Day 139, 2011/09/17
I have made many inquiries into the costs of shipping my bike back to South Africa. Unfortunately, my bike now has sentimental value, and even thou it may have almost no monetary, I have decided to ship it back to South Africa. I have done research into the costs of shipping it back and discovered that, the cheapest option is a company specializing in motorcycle transport called James Cargo. The only thing is that, they are based in London. Not necessarily a problem I guess, I have crossed Africa, Europe in theory should be a lot easier. Also, the difference in cost between shipping it from Genoa, in Italy or, shipping it from London in the UK would most probably be equivalent to my travel costs to London.
So in the end, the decision has become a no brainer and, I have decided to travel to London and have my bike shipped back from there.
That would add addition approximately 1500 km to my journey. Why the hell not!
It is with that decision made that I decide to make my way across Europe to London.
Today would require a 500 km ride via Ancona, Bologna all the way to Piacensa.
So in the end, the decision has become a no brainer and, I have decided to travel to London and have my bike shipped back from there.
That would add addition approximately 1500 km to my journey. Why the hell not!
It is with that decision made that I decide to make my way across Europe to London.
Today would require a 500 km ride via Ancona, Bologna all the way to Piacensa.
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| Day 139, 2011/09/17 |
Day 138, 2011/09/16
After not been able to hook up with my uncle Giulio on Tuesday, he has invited me to lunch. He has also invited my aunt and uncle, Lucia and Luciano.
We had a lovely lunch of freshly fried fish.
We had a lovely lunch of freshly fried fish.
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| Day 138, 2011/09/16 |
Day 137, 2011/09/15
Another day of visiting family. This time I am off to Monte Urano, to visit my mom's sister Maria. I am lucky to meet up with my cousin Giovanni, his wife and his son Adriano.
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| Day 137, 2011/09/15 |
Day 136 2011/09/14
Another day of visiting family. This time I am off to Fermo, to visit my mom's oldest brother Gino and his wife Anna. The visit is short and sweet. On the way back to Alba Adriatica, I go past Ripatransone to the cemetery to see the graves of my grandparents.
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| Day 136, 2011/09/14 |
Day 135 2011/09/13
After visiting my aunt and uncle yesterday in Ripatransone, I am off to visit my uncle Gulio in Aqua Viva. He lives out on a farmstead and besides writing books on all sorts of topics, he keeps himself busy growing grapes, olives and all sorts of fruits. He is a very eccentric cater. So eccentric that he manage to forget our appointment. So I decided to spend the remainder of the day having some long walks on the beach.
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| Day 135, 2011/09/13 |
Saturday 22 October 2011
Day 134 2011/09/12
The problem with having a big Italian family is that, there are many people to visit when you come visit. So the next couple of days, I will be spending my time traveling around the Marhe visiting family. Today, I have made plans to visit my aunt and uncle, Lucia and Luciano. They have immigrated back to Italy, and live in my mom's hometown Ripatrasone.
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| Day 134, 2011/09/12 |
Day 133 2011/09/11
It is time to hit the road again. I have now been in Cinte for almost 10 days, and the tranquility has been great however, I am itching to get going again.
I have to travel approximatly 500 km today. The heading is South, via Bologna, Ancona to Alba Adriatica in Abruzzo. I have managed to find a lovely inexpensive hotel, close to where my mom comes from in the Marche. It is closet the beach so, some R&R is on the cards.
It is Sunday, so I hope to avoid any major traffic issues, especially in and around Bologna.
The early rise, together with the high mountain air makes for some chilly riding initially. Autumn is clearly on it's way.
The ride is lovely and relaxing. Almost all of it on lovely highways means I am able to travel maintain a good average speed and overtaking is not a problem.
Hotel Clara, has this bright pink facade and it is easy to find. My room has aircon which, in this hot humid place is a necessity and, even my bike has off street, secure parking. What else can a biker ask for!
After lunch and an afternoon siesta, I eventually find my way to the beach for a lovely long walk along the beach.
I have to travel approximatly 500 km today. The heading is South, via Bologna, Ancona to Alba Adriatica in Abruzzo. I have managed to find a lovely inexpensive hotel, close to where my mom comes from in the Marche. It is closet the beach so, some R&R is on the cards.
It is Sunday, so I hope to avoid any major traffic issues, especially in and around Bologna.
The early rise, together with the high mountain air makes for some chilly riding initially. Autumn is clearly on it's way.
The ride is lovely and relaxing. Almost all of it on lovely highways means I am able to travel maintain a good average speed and overtaking is not a problem.
Hotel Clara, has this bright pink facade and it is easy to find. My room has aircon which, in this hot humid place is a necessity and, even my bike has off street, secure parking. What else can a biker ask for!
After lunch and an afternoon siesta, I eventually find my way to the beach for a lovely long walk along the beach.
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| Day 133, 2011/09/11 |
Friday 7 October 2011
Day 132, 2011/09/10
It is my last day in Cinte Tesino, so I have decided to go with my Dad down to Bassano del Grappa, to see my gran's side of the family. I have decided to check to see if my bike is working fine and ride my bike down to Bassano while, my Dad takes the train.
In Bassano we meet up with my Dad's brother's Gianni and Enrico. I have not seen them in over twenty years. It is lovely to see them again. I also get to meet, for the first time, my cousin Bruno. He is a very extravagant character and a laugh a minute.
In Bassano we meet up with my Dad's brother's Gianni and Enrico. I have not seen them in over twenty years. It is lovely to see them again. I also get to meet, for the first time, my cousin Bruno. He is a very extravagant character and a laugh a minute.
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| Day 132, 2011/09/10 |
Day 131, 2011/09/09
I have good news, I have managed to get my 3rd party insurance organized. Thanks to mototouring, it was very easy and relatively painless process. This means that, I can finally get going again. I have decided to postpone my departure to Sunday, this will give me a little more time to see the family members I still have not been able to see.
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| Day 131, 2011/09/09 |
Day 130, 2011/09/08
It has been a while since I have serviced my bike, and it is in desperate need of a service. The one advantage of being in Europe is that, spare parts are not difficult to find. I have managed to locate the closets BMW dealer to Bassano Del Grappa. It is about 2 hours from Cinte, but I have loads of time on my hands.
Bassano is located on the edge of plato and the start of the dolomite mountains. It is a very scenic city. It is market day in town, and the food stalls are absolutely amazing.
On returning to Cinte, I quickly service my bike by changing its oil filter and oil. Unfortunately, the BMW dealer could not source my air filter, so that will have to wait until my bike gets back to South Africa.
Bassano is located on the edge of plato and the start of the dolomite mountains. It is a very scenic city. It is market day in town, and the food stalls are absolutely amazing.
On returning to Cinte, I quickly service my bike by changing its oil filter and oil. Unfortunately, the BMW dealer could not source my air filter, so that will have to wait until my bike gets back to South Africa.
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| Day 130, 2011/09/08 |
Day 129, 2011/09/07
With time to kill, my dad and I decide to take a trip to the main provincial city Trento. I am blown away by the sophistication of the town. The city center is full of upmarket shops and boutiques. The ladies ride around the city center on their bicycles, but they all look like models on a catwalk.
Later we meet up with my dad's cousin, Luco who then takes us to lunch.
Later we meet up with my dad's cousin, Luco who then takes us to lunch.
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| Day 129, 2011/09/07 |
Thursday 6 October 2011
Day 128, 2011/09/06
It is my dad's birthday today. So he decides to show me around. We go for a long walk to see all the farmsteads around Cinte Tesino. He shows me where he was born and we take a couple of pics. Annapia comes with her dog in tow.
In the evening, my dad takes us all out for dinner and a local pizzeria.
In the evening, my dad takes us all out for dinner and a local pizzeria.
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| Day 128, 2011/09/06 |
Monday 3 October 2011
Day 127, 2011/09/05
Looks like my decision to not get my 3rd party insurance in Trieste on my arrival has caused me endless nightmare. My bike does not have a European registration and hence, it is posing a huge problem. The standard insurance companies in town can not issue me any 3rd party insurance and, I am forced to either return to Trieste and do it in person there or, find an alternative insurer online. After some hunting on the net, and thanks to the HorizonsUnlimited website, I eventually find motortouring and they are able to assist me with obtaining it online.
Only thing is that, the lady who does the insurance will not be around until Wednesday so, I will have to kill time until then.
Once again, loads of time to kill on my hands! ;-)
Only thing is that, the lady who does the insurance will not be around until Wednesday so, I will have to kill time until then.
Once again, loads of time to kill on my hands! ;-)
Day 126, 2011/09/04
It is my birthday and I was invited to my aunt Ivana's house for lunch. My three aunts Ivana, Rosi and Milena are made me the most spectacular lunch. My aunt Milena also made the most amazing berry pie!
My cousin, Umberto and his lovely wife arrived later to show off their gorgeous daughter!
My cousin, Umberto and his lovely wife arrived later to show off their gorgeous daughter!
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| Day 126, 2011/09/04 |
Day 124-125, 2011/09/02-03
It is lovely to be around family and friends.So most of my time has been spent doing the family rounds. Some think I am mad for riding all this way! They are all happy to see me, which in Italian terms normally means that, you are fed loads of food! At this rate, I will most certainly put back all that weight that I managed to loose during the course of my travels.
Day 123, 2011/09/01 Koper Slovinia to Monfalcone Italy
Well with the thoughts of finally arriving in Italy tomorrow and the fact that, they are loading 1600 cars on to the boat over night meant that, I got almost no sleep.
However, I have come accustomed to the fact that the night before a long ride into the unknown, I am bound to suffer from an over active mind.
I am up early and arrive on the top deck to discover that the entire thing is covered end to end with cars. All Chevy Sparks. If you see this sight, you wonder if the world is suffering from a financial downturn!
Eventually, we manage to depart from Koper and, even though the trip to Monfalcone is only 90 minutes, it feels like eternity. I must admit, 5 days on a cargo ship with not too many distractions to keep you occupied can make you very keen to get back onto land and civilization. If the ship voyage felt like eternity, it was nothing like the wait for the customs officials to give their go ahead. And after eventually double checking that I did not need any formal documentation to import my motorcycle into Italy/EU I hit the road. It was already midday, and even though the GPS said it was only 250 km to Cinte Tesino, I knew I needed to make headway. There was however a problem, I did not have 3rd party insurance. My dad has supplied me with 3rd party insurance details however, I decide to take the chance and ride without it, and sort it out once I am in Cinte Tesino.
Not a bright thing to do, considering that it is very illegal thing to do and that if caught, they will impound my motorcycle.
The initially 200 odd kms are all on amazing Auto Strada/Motorway, and I am able to absorb the fact that I am finally in Europe. It take a while to sink in that after loads of effort I have finally achieved and accomplished another major goal on my trip.
However, the celebration will have to wait until later, when I arrive in Cinte since I have to still come to terms with navigating in Europe with my GPS. Since I have not voice prompts, and am dependent on the screen for all navigation it is not long before I make a number of wrong turns. One soo bad that, I am forced to do a U turn on the freeway. Yes!! I did, in a country where U turns on a freeway are strictly prohibited!! Well, when you are lost you will do anything I guess.
Eventually I familiarize myself with how to navigate using my GPS in Italy, and then things start to feel a lot better.
The GPS routes me a different route to which I am use to. I am so accustomed to traveling via the Valsugana that, when the GPS routes me via Feltre and Roa, I feel that something is not all kosher. However, after double checking I eventually put my trust into my GPS and allow it to route me the way it wants.
The route actually turns out to spectacular. The valleys I ride through, are flanked by the Dolomite mountains. The grey of the rocks, and the green of the vegetation make an amazing contrast.
The final 15 odd km is via a place called Roa, and the road is extremely narrow in places with some hair pin bends that bend back upon themselves. Really spectacular however, when you tired and have a fully laden bike, it can be very nerve racking.
However, nothing like just riding slowly and safely, and finally I manage to arrive at Castello Tesino, the larger of the three towns from which my Dad comes from. From Castello, I am able to see Cinte which, is located on the other side of the Gringo valley. After a taking a couple of pics, I decide to ride the last couple of kilometers to Cinte. On arrival, I find my father who is very happy to see that I have finally arrived safe and sound.
However, I have come accustomed to the fact that the night before a long ride into the unknown, I am bound to suffer from an over active mind.
I am up early and arrive on the top deck to discover that the entire thing is covered end to end with cars. All Chevy Sparks. If you see this sight, you wonder if the world is suffering from a financial downturn!
Eventually, we manage to depart from Koper and, even though the trip to Monfalcone is only 90 minutes, it feels like eternity. I must admit, 5 days on a cargo ship with not too many distractions to keep you occupied can make you very keen to get back onto land and civilization. If the ship voyage felt like eternity, it was nothing like the wait for the customs officials to give their go ahead. And after eventually double checking that I did not need any formal documentation to import my motorcycle into Italy/EU I hit the road. It was already midday, and even though the GPS said it was only 250 km to Cinte Tesino, I knew I needed to make headway. There was however a problem, I did not have 3rd party insurance. My dad has supplied me with 3rd party insurance details however, I decide to take the chance and ride without it, and sort it out once I am in Cinte Tesino.
Not a bright thing to do, considering that it is very illegal thing to do and that if caught, they will impound my motorcycle.
The initially 200 odd kms are all on amazing Auto Strada/Motorway, and I am able to absorb the fact that I am finally in Europe. It take a while to sink in that after loads of effort I have finally achieved and accomplished another major goal on my trip.
However, the celebration will have to wait until later, when I arrive in Cinte since I have to still come to terms with navigating in Europe with my GPS. Since I have not voice prompts, and am dependent on the screen for all navigation it is not long before I make a number of wrong turns. One soo bad that, I am forced to do a U turn on the freeway. Yes!! I did, in a country where U turns on a freeway are strictly prohibited!! Well, when you are lost you will do anything I guess.
Eventually I familiarize myself with how to navigate using my GPS in Italy, and then things start to feel a lot better.
The GPS routes me a different route to which I am use to. I am so accustomed to traveling via the Valsugana that, when the GPS routes me via Feltre and Roa, I feel that something is not all kosher. However, after double checking I eventually put my trust into my GPS and allow it to route me the way it wants.
The route actually turns out to spectacular. The valleys I ride through, are flanked by the Dolomite mountains. The grey of the rocks, and the green of the vegetation make an amazing contrast.
The final 15 odd km is via a place called Roa, and the road is extremely narrow in places with some hair pin bends that bend back upon themselves. Really spectacular however, when you tired and have a fully laden bike, it can be very nerve racking.
However, nothing like just riding slowly and safely, and finally I manage to arrive at Castello Tesino, the larger of the three towns from which my Dad comes from. From Castello, I am able to see Cinte which, is located on the other side of the Gringo valley. After a taking a couple of pics, I decide to ride the last couple of kilometers to Cinte. On arrival, I find my father who is very happy to see that I have finally arrived safe and sound.
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| Day 123, 2011/09/01 |
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