Starting Location:Â Liverpool Harbour
Ending Location:Â Harwich Harbour
Total Distance Traveled:Â 550km
Bike Comfort Factor (1-10) :9
“Tired” Factor (1-10) :4
Tracking availability -Â Good!
Day 2 started on the Stena Line Ferry to Liverpool, after (at most) 2 hours sleep. Â Possibly nerves or overthinking the route ahead wasÂ keeping me awake, along with Â finishing off bits and pieces.
Â At Â 6am I got back on the bike and took it to Preston, meeting Sean Cull and Roy McGeoch. Â Roy, all kitted out in his new GS1200 took off like a scared rabbit through the UK motorway traffic. Â Myself, being a bit scared of the width of the panniers (there is an old rule on bike filtering that if your front mirrors make it through the rest will follow – with my bike that is not exactly accurate) filtered at half the speed. Â But we ploughed through the horrendous UK motorways and arrived at Cambridge to a welcoming committee. Â Steph, Arshad, Abigail and baby Daniel joined us for a coffee while the third rider, Chris Harris was on the way. Â While there, we got talking to Irish/Scottish trio just back from their european alps adventure. Â When they heard about the route and the charity, they fished out their last Euros and handed them over wishing us luck. Â Top folks!
After an hour we said goodbye to the ex Teamstudio and BCC staff and headed southeast to Harwich. Â A small point about riding through the UK. Â It is a horrendous experience on the motorways. Â With where I live, I have to cut through the UK to get to Europe, and for a country with amazing A and B roads, the motorway experience is hideous. Â Regardless, we made the ferry about 30 minutes before boarding. Â Then, and only then, did it start to rain.
After tying up the bikes (DFDS Harwich ferry is shite for bikes. Â Almost no room and no assistance) we settled in for the 18 hour trip and got talking to the other bikers there. Â Marcus from Austria was a young land that seems to have worked everywhere and was now off to take a summer break riding around Iceland. Â It seemed this is a popular destination, as other bikers were heading there too (something to consider for the future).
The other lads were more rested than I was and stayed in the bar. Â I passed out in the cabin.