Going to Nordkapp?

I am learning more of how on line publishing works these days. I want to write. It should be no surprise that the majority of people finding this blog have never met me. 3300 of you so far. It is a surprise though. I was born before Yuri Gagarin went into space. I was a very small boy when President Kennedy was shot, and I remember my mother crying at the kitchen sink. I am a migrant to the 21st century, where the youngsters are natives. So this post is for all of those people who have stumbled upon my blog this season. If you were looking for information on motorcycling to Nordkapp and ended up here you could well be confused, having found the ramblings of a slightly crazy Englishman. Let me help you out.

I rode to Nordkapp in June/July 2010, safely and alone. Check out my earliest posts. Read from oldest through to August 2010. Read, learn the lessons from my mistakes and go. GO, and have a wonderful time. Don't let the fact that most of the North Sea ferries are cancelled because of the financial mess we are all experiencing put you off. It is a wonderful journey. A genuine adventure. I travelled alone, but in truth had company half of the time, especially at the very moment I arrived at the cape. Two riders coming out of the mist to join me. Hospitality along the way that you would not believe. DO IT. GO.

My story is real though, and unlike fiction the story goes on after the adventure, and that is what this blog has become going forward another season. Fetching the groceries. Cleaning the house. Wondering what the hell I am doing now. Life goes on. What I am writing now may end up being interesting in its own right. It is about what happens to a guy when going to Nordkapp changed his life. Here is a thought. Every friend you ever had was at first a stranger. Be nice to strangers. Some of them are friends you haven't met yet. After a lousy winter, I could do no other but to set off again. In two days I will throw my leg over my BMW R1200RT and head on back to Scandinavia. I have ice in my veins now from the north.

If you should meet the Norwegian Police along the way, make sure that it is not under circumstances where they are writing you a speeding ticket. You really don't want to go there. If you do go to Nordkapp, drop me a comment. Let me know you did it and how you got on. Ride safely and keep both wheels on the black stuff.

I imagine sitting around camp fires with Viking friends, but the truth is almost certainly hot dogs and strong coffee at service stations, all bitching about our poor old knees.