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.