BACK TO THE BOAT
What a truly shit ride at least it was only 25 clicks to the boat ,thick fog from the second we reched the pass, visibility was down to about 10 feet in places with snow both sides of the road Iceland was defiantly biding us farewell .
Henry has no riding trousers so was just riding in his baggies and was cold wet and very miserable when we finally crawled into the port.
Hanging around with the other bikers was fun swapping Iceland stories, Henry showing off his new arse and then Ash (the ozzy) came bouncing into town he had blown his shock while getting too enthusiastic on an off road track (he had blown something else while getting enthusiastic with an Iceland chick too) he was now only riding on a spring so was doing true Zebedee impressions now,
On boarding the boat we found they had put me an H in the wrong queue so off to the back of the next one for us , after 1 hour wait I decided to go for a piss and you all know this is one of The Gods little tricks ,the minute you start to move the guy with the fluorescing waist coat turns up and starts to load your queue ,,, This trick has to rival “I know when they get old I will make them shrink but keep there ear’s growing so they die looking like a dried out elephant mouse “ (bout time they found a new trick me and my bladder are getting fed up with this one)
All we have to do now is get up at 1am to disembark at the Faeroe Islands