Mayan Prophecy Countdown
Well, another flying visit was nearly over, it was good to catch up with John and Jan, I had missed out on meeting Stephen though, their other son who I never recall meeting at all in the past, but his career means he travels a lot and it was bad timing this time. Anyway, here are a few garden photos for mum, I am not sure you came to this address when you visited a while back?
Take care John and Jan, thanks for looking after me, maybe you will make it to Oz, despite the flying issue, maybe So, off I go looking for fuel, in bright sunshine at this moment in time, but I don’t trust it, the weather I mean. I did find some fuel eventually and spotted the twisted spire during my search?
I have no idea what happened there, but google is your friend Then it was off to Folkstone to meet up with my Auntie Barbara, once again, like all the others, I had met her back in 86 and Folkestone was on the way to the ferry and the mainland. The trip was fast and boring down the M1, with a few traffic snarls but the weather held off for the most part.
So I got there later afternoon and not long after unpacking and parking the bike, Barb took me to a digital camera shop to see if it was open. Lucky for me it was and I was soon the owner of a spare camera battery, a replacement 32Gb card for the helmet camera and a new gorilla tripod. I had lost a small container the other day, not sure where, and it had my spare battery and card in it. I did contact both places I stayed in Ireland, but it was not to be found, bummer! But, it is all good now. The gorilla tripod I had was an old one, about 4-5 years old and has been in use in the Americas trip, but when I tried to use it for the photo the other day at Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch station, it was very loose and the junctions kept popping off, so it was no longer any good to use, even on a flat surface it would tilt over, let alone a vertical surface!
Back at the flat, we chatted for a while until the pub opened, this one has the old style session times, but it was a nice place for dinner and some beers, no head banging doof doof music. Her friend Anne turned up so I had to get a photo, because she is just starting a new band up, and I may know someone famous before they are Well met Anne! And I forgot to take a photo of us all, see what happens when you don’t pay attention iPhone photos, gotta luv em, not the best quality at times, but handy and always in my pocket.
So, after a nice dinner of lamb chops and veg, we had a few more beers until closing time Tomorrow I needed to find a ferry timetable, I probably should have done it before now, but I had all day to get to Holland. I had been sending text and facebook messages all evening, trying to sort out tomorrows plan. The plan was to go and meet Arnold, who owns the Pro Oiler business and try and work out why my nozzles started to break, but I was then to stay at Vincent’s place that night. It was just a matter of working out the timing, but in the end, I was to be at Arnold’s place at 5pm when he is at home, sort out the oiler, then ride north 200km to the other side of Amsterdam to meet up with Vincent. It is doable and it looks like I have plenty of time to get there, I just lose an hour in the time zone change.
Cheers from Folkestone, England