We're waiting our turn to disembark in Santander port.
Monday 17 August 2009
Thankyou all
Sunday 16 August 2009
The big day arrived.
I went to bed at 22:00 unable to fall asleep for hours. I honestly think, the last time I was this exited about something was when we went on a holiday to the coast when I was still in primary school. (This is a big deal in South Africa, especially growing up in the desert.)
I eventually fell asleep way past midnight, woke up again at around 02:00 checking my watch to make sure I didn't oversleep, drifting off again till 03:45 waiting 5 minutes longer for my alarmclock to go off at 04:00 and just gave up, got up turn off the alarms and started dressing.
At around 04:40 I had the bike packet and the luggage strapped to it and texed Pat to make sure he's on schedule.
Pat arrived just after 05:00, on schedule and we took the last familiar route down to Rosslare in even more familiar Irish weather. But even rain and dark clouds today, could not affect the great mood I'm in.
Everything went to schedule, boarded the ferry on time and as we crossed the Irish sea leaving the familiar horisons behind one can not help but feel insignificant and small when you're surrounded by the vast ocean with no land in site. Not so long ago explorers risked and lost their lives to make this last crossing to the "end of the world", today this is just another modern day formality taken for granted by thousands a day.
We arranged to meet some mutual friends close to Cardiff and booked into Premier Inn for the night, turned on heaters and started drying out our gear.
Saturday 15 August 2009
Arrived in Rosslare
We're boarding the ferry in 40 minutes. I am so exited!
Friday 14 August 2009
A dream come true
This adventure already started when I got my first motorbike when I was sixteen where we spend most of our time finding reasons to go somewhere on our bikes. One school holiday we organised a week long trip 80 km from our hometown, packing our 50's with our gear for the week and hit the road. It's an amazing experience of freedom and adventure when you swarm about in a group of motorcycles.
We read about guys doing long trips through Africa and Namibia in our local biker magazines long before Ewan McGregor made bike adventures famous. Ever since those days I've been dreaming about a serious bike trip, crossing borders, thousands of kilometers from home.
When I moved to Dublin the long forgotten dream was awoken again by my biker buddy Pat Taylor, only problem was, Pat was still getting his bike and every year the money was just not there to actually do the trip. Pat challenged this excuse of mine and said that if we saved just €20/week over the next year that we can afford the trip. I opened a savings account the same week and plans started developing and becoming more and more a reality as time went by and the account grew bigger.
By February this year we booked and paid for the ferries from our savings and all that remained was the costs for petrol, food and accommodation. Now it became a reality and we started planning in detail, and here we are, the last night before we kick off the long awaited trip, bags packed, bikes serviced, routes plotted.
We invite you to share this experience with us, follow us on http://tour08.blogspot.com
Jattie and Pat

















