Day 1 – Ride to the ferry

264 km – 29° C

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In the morning I was awakened by Bennis grandparents getting up and having breakfast around 6:45-but decided to stay in bed some longer until 7-ish. We had some lazy breakfast contemplating about today’s errands. After breakfast we tidied up the gear mess in the hall and packed most of our stuff. Then we made a drive to Bennis former flat and retrieved the Mokka pot (most critical piece of equipment) and a pair of carabiners. We swooped by a motorcycle supply store and got the missing clutch cable stops and replacement cable as well as a puncture kit for Bennis tubeless tires, a quick chat with the store clerk about the looks of Bennis helmet ensued. Where I tried to emphasize the nice fit, silentness and versatility, but he was just all about the looks. On our way to the apartment we stopped by a supermarket and bought some general food supplies, spices, herbs and other food related items. The decision to shill out the extra buck for a cold beer on the ferry instead of bringing one was made in contemplation of this utter lack of modesty when comparing to our prior journeys. When arriving home this was swallowed by our luggage without adding any extra bags, it seems my packing in the heat of Thursday (42° C) was not as optimal as I feared. After this it was near time to get going as Bennis grandmother celebrated this years birthday by going to a restaurant today. We met at the “Four Seasons” an Chinese styled restaurant inside a old train hall, which served an all-you-can-eat menu consisting of the widest varieties of dishes. We enjoyed and stuffed ourselves. Upon returning home the food coma hit us pretty hard: Benni was fiddling around with his navigational device, I read a book about the psychology of music (great tip Miriam) and started writing today’s entry.

Then we lavishly started packing. Some fiddling around with the straps was needed to get the proper snug but not too tight fit. Getting into the motorcycle clothes the tingling feeling in the stomach that precedes every bigger journey of mine finally settled in. We put in the last pieces of kit, Bennis grandparents took a picture and we got going. Halfway out of Berlin there were some navigation problems as the different devices had inconsistent advice on which route to take. The telephones app was chosen as most reliable and we set off once more. What followed was an uneventful ride through the Brandenburger landscape, weather was mild and sunny and we rode through the sunset amazed by the view of the newly harvested fields, the mellow lakes and the pine forests drenched in golden sunset light. We arrived in time at the ferry, half an hour before departure and still were some of the last. After securing the motorcycles and getting one of the straps back into working order together with one of the cargo crew. We hurried to have a go at the preferred sleeping spot under one set of stairs but to no avail: it was already taken by a family of 5, very unwilling to share. Thus we proceeded to take some dinner in the ships bistro (cheaper than the stena line equivalent) and enjoyed the last good beer for this trip.

Day 0 – Travel to Berlin

628 km – 32.5° C

Today I started this years motorcycle journey from my parents place in Brüggen. The plan so far: Today just going to Berlin to change my tires from ANAKEE-3 to something more offroad worthy-the Mitas E-09. After that we (Benni, my year long travel companion and me) want to drive up to the Nordkap, NO using the TransEuroTrail (TET) for the most part, returning via Finland.
Yesterday I just finished maintenance on my motorcycle, for the whole trip I hoped. A clutch cable needed some replacement as well as some other minor things. For this cable I bought a universal replacement with some screws to fix it to the proper length. This scew turned itself loose during my first 250 km leaving me coasting in neutral gear into a rest bay. I sweared internally for a bit but wasn’t fazed as I packed a second replacment one. Or so I thought. Turns out it was still safe and sound in the garage on the desk. So I improvised with a nut, a washer and a bolt of my luggage rack (no panniers on this journey anyway).

Improvised clutch cable solution

With this seemingly working I started anew. Only 400 km to go.
On the ramp to the autobahn I could not get any speed. The clutch was slipping with any revs above 3.5k shit. So I coasted with leisurely 80 km/h down the road getting passed by trucks every now and then. At the next rest stop not only could I fill up some gas and talk to a Turkish German motorcyclist who did a trip to the Nordkap earlier this year as well, but on his Hayabusa with 7 other people. Now he was on his way to Poland to drive along the coast and enjoy the summer. I removed a setting nut from the cable-adjustor thus lengthening the adjustment as far as possible and voilá: hassle free acceleration again. With this behind me I floated down the highway listening to an audio-book about a unhappy french married woman living at the turn of the 19th century, kinda boring but it made the time pass. When I entered Berlin this book was over and a western started. When I arrived at Bennis grandparents place it was pretty hot and my water was empty. Benni didn’t arrive from work yet so I started removing the wheels as a change to a more gravel worthy tread pattern was needed for the future. Benni arrived we got to the tire place, a spacer was misplaced but later found, some Döner was had close to the train station. This started the mystery of the vanished front brake. After refitting the front wheel it would not bite. Then suddenly one hour later: Bam. Working normally again. We were baffled, and planned for a call at the BMW dealership tomorrow. Three other fasteners worked themselves loose, sloppy fastening on my part together with the long autobahn ride were probably the culprit. Luckily the oil-tank to air-box connecting screw and spacer weren’t lost and we were able to replace or refit the others. We fitted an extra Power plug to the rear of the motorcycle and managed to find a neatly fitting watertight bag for my laptop. With some packing and tidying up this closes today. What a hassle.