The ferry: Hirtshalls- Denmark to Thingy- Iceland (Okay
okay) Seydisfjordur- Iceland.
My idea of the ferry was 60 excruciating hours I could have
been riding. Oh how wrong you were Paul Henry (Mawson L [me dad] usually
employed the title Paul Henry when I was in trouble. Normally having been blown
up by my sister for something she had done).
Directed into the “bikers” lane at the ferry- oh now, should
that be the” adventure bikers” lane as we were bound for Iceland- the
introductions began. Pascal and Sabine
from Switzerland on their BMW F650 GS Dakar, Harald on his 950 KTM Adventure
riding with Gebbart on his fully specced GS1200Adv from Austria, Yuri from
Russia on his 700 Transalp. All with one mission in mind- to get off Iceland in
one piece, lol.
The crossing was as smooth as silk and far better than we
could have hoped for. Would the Cruel Sea with the masterful Jack Hawkins at the
wheel, been the film it was if the sea was silky smooth- The Calm Sea? I think not!
Harald and Gebbart were expressing the desire to ride
Morocco, but could not get the necessary time off. I said if they paid my expenses, I would fly
to Vienna, pick up a van with their bikes and drive it to a location in
Morocco, where they could then blat around to their hearts content. On
completion I would collect their bikes, drive the van back to Liverpool where I
would strip the bikes and van and sell them for parts. They were all smiles listening to this, so the
look on their chops when the penny dropped- PRICELESS!
Beer on board an eye watering 5.50 a half litre, but we were
here so down it went. The grub was expensive in places but the steak house on
board was superb and got our patronage both evenings. All in all a very pleasant experience, thanks
boys and girl for your company.
The disembarkation was a dream and (with 20/20 hindsight) a missed opportunity
to get some much needed alkyhol onto the Island. Hey ho, you win some, you lose some.