Day 8

Sleeping location: Cabin on the ferry from Harwich to Hook of Holland
Distance (km today/total): 157 / 778
Estimated climb (m today/total): 800 / 7400
Speed of tailwind (kph): 65
Day in three words: Goodbye perfidious Albion


So here we go, the real adventure starts now that I’m leaving the UK. To be honest I’ll be glad to get away from all the negativity and maliciousness that seems to have been the country’s base setting for the past three and a half years.  That said, I will miss the beer, and made sure to have one last pint of ale on the run into Harwich.  

Today was a long long day, but Brexit Britain seemed to be happy to get rid of another member of the liberal metropolitan elite (unemployed, homeless, reads the Guardian) and supplied us with a 65kph tailwind for basically the whole way.  Picked up Toni on the way through London, she’ll be with me until Basel in a week’s time.  By “picked up” I mean “met with”, I didn’t just enlist a stranger to cycle 1000km through Middle Europe.  Route was flat and pretty boring, although Colchester was surprisingly nice and we went to a good pub in Chelmsford (generous portions of cheesy chips = a win for the touring cyclist).  

It was a bit sad to say goodbye to Rebecca again after a brief reunion, but we have a few days together in Bari at the end of the month that I’m already looking forward to.  On the plus side, the other woman in my life (Maggie) is feeling good even with the extra panniers and camping gear - more weight, but it’s much more evenly distributed.  There is now loads of spare space and I’m terrified that I have forgotten something bulky and important like a sleeping bag.  Moment of truth tomorrow with the first night’s camping.  

Bye bye Britain, then.  Be a dear and sort your shit out whilst I’m away, deep down I do love you and want you to succeed.

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