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lprovenWell. I am off to Rancon. It's all prepared: Bessie the trike is currently in Hartgate's getting a new chain and sprockets. My boat ticket is booked: I'm going Wednesday and returning Thursday so I might be able to do a night in Copenhagen - sorry, København - on my way back. Wheee! Insurance also booked. In total, it's costing me more than £350 to go this way. Oowwwww.
I have never ridden on the right side of the road, never ridden abroad, never gone more than about 275mi in a day (I have two days of nearly 350mi to get there.)
It is fair to say that I am scared sh1tless.
The only thing I'm happy I can cope with better than most people doing such a trip is making the faintly mournful hooting noises that pass for speech in such places. Where are my Swedish and Danish phrasebooks, I wonder?
Hei! Jag är Liam frå London. Ta du P-pilen? What was the other bit... Vil du lekker 'juma korven' med meg?" Something like that...
Bound to work.
I have never ridden on the right side of the road, never ridden abroad, never gone more than about 275mi in a day (I have two days of nearly 350mi to get there.)
It is fair to say that I am scared sh1tless.
The only thing I'm happy I can cope with better than most people doing such a trip is making the faintly mournful hooting noises that pass for speech in such places. Where are my Swedish and Danish phrasebooks, I wonder?
Hei! Jag är Liam frå London. Ta du P-pilen? What was the other bit... Vil du lekker 'juma korven' med meg?" Something like that...
Bound to work.
