What a great crew. I found a home for a couple of days while my head catches up with where my body and a very large motorbike has taken it.
I nearly dropped Elsa last night (not in the same way Satnav Jane dropped me on the motorway !). Coming in to stop, lost, checking addresses and the man mowing his lawn looking at us, I lost my male spatial awareness thing. Can't multitask. Elsa gained some of her considerable half tone loaded, and we hang in the air for a few seconds, while my skinny frame took the strain. My poor legs and back !
Evenings with the crew who have wonderful English and are easy company. Tonight is their Midsommer Party and I have an invite. Assuming I survive the vodka, I move on tomorrow, rested and ready for what comes next.
When the petrol pump in front of you is card only, and you can`t understand the language the on screen instructions are in, press cancel and walk away. I am the guy who peed on the electric fence. I am very lucky still to have my credit card. I get stressed easily. No change there then.
Gavle tomorrow on the East coast. "Brave Biker Kev", "Cape Crusader", has to get on with the job in hand. That's for tomorrow. This afternoon I have a party to negotiate. Trickiest part of the journey so far.
Many thanks to the VBMC crew for supporting me and letting me use this terminal.
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