Ready to go

Finally, the day is here. Everything is ready and stuffed on the bike that looks now more ugly than ever. Somehow like a duck with an awfully big ... derriere. But hey, we might be two middle aged guys who have the urge to (now or never) go on a big adventure trip, but I at least, I don't want to miss a lil bit of luxury.


So I have my self inflating air matress, one of these sleeping masks they give you on long distance flights to help me sleep in the land of the midnight sun and of course, half of the bags on the backseat filled with beer. After all, it is very well known that in Scandinavia, booze is at least as expensive as pure gold - and sometimes as rare to find.

I probably missed something vital to pack, but most likely, I won't notice until I am somewhere in Danemark and Toni is laughing at me. So all thats left to do now is o have lunch and then I'm on my way

Let me check... where is the bloody tent?!