Sometimes the Destination IS what it's all about!

Trip Start Aug 09, 2008
Trip End Oct 08, 2008

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Monday, September 22, 2008

I was up quite early this morning to catch the 8 am (fast) ferry to Wales. I was planning on taking the 9 am ferry but it would have taken twice as long and I would have arrived much later at my destination, or I would have had to have used more of the motorways. I get up and it's still pitch black out. And guess what? I can see stars. Woohoo! I pack up my things in the bike and there's a heavy coating of dew. I have to ride to the ferry terminal (a couple of kms) with my helmet visor up as it won't stop fogging up. They should invent windshield wipers for helmet visors. My side mirrors and windshield are the same, even though I had wiped them all down earlier.
I had pre-purchased my ticket last night and so I go directly to the check-in line. Then I line up in the line that gets put on the ferry first. It's awesome being on a motorbike as you are always the first one on the ship. As I'm waiting in line Gary shows up on his custom motorcycle. Now this was one sweet looking bike. He designed it himself and had to find a custom builder to put it all together for him. This builder was in Waterford, Ireland. Gary's from London. He had to have something fixed and was now on his way back home.
I'm the first passenger in the lounge and grab a seat by the back window of the ferry. The rising sun is shining brightly in my face. Awesome! I notice a 3rd motorcycle coming up the ramp. It's "my" yellow R1200GS bike, the one I was "going" to buy. I chat with this couple later as we're getting ready to disembark. So I'm sitting by myself at the back of the ferry when  I see a large group of girls walking towards the ferry (foot passengers). There are 20, or so, early-teens that come on board and sit right in the area I'm in. They're all girl guides on an outing to Wales. A few minutes later the chaperones come on. About 8, early twenties, young women. They were in the 2 booths next to me. They were all quite loud and I was trying to read. I could have moved but I didn't. I put my i-Pod on and read a while. Then just enjoyed the camaraderie. The Guides were about Alexis age and the chaperones, Katrine's and Rhéline's. It was a reminder to me of them and how they can be with their friends.
Once off the ferry I took the shortest route up and through more beautiful countryside. There are benefits to riding in the rain. Riding into the sun was quite blinding. Especially every time I'd go in and come out of some trees. But I'm not complaining. It was awesome. At a rest stop I meet a couple on their motorbike out for a Sunday ride from Swansea. They were in northern British Columbia (Canada) this summer canoeing. I ride on the motorway for a while and then cross into Britain.
The B&B I'm looking for has very cryptic directions. I'm still about 5 miles from it and I'm already on a very narrow and winding road with trees encasing the roadway. I think I'm heading the right way but have made a wrong turn. Re-read the directions and realize that I had turned left instead of right. Off towards the hamlet of Hill now. I'm suppose to turn right, right after the church. I think I see what I think is the church and turn. Then turn into a farm. There are some people outside. I ask them if this is a B&B and they say no. I tell them who I'm looking for. They say it's just up the road.
(The paragraph that was here was removed at the request of the family at the B&B.)
I chat a while longer with the lady of the Manor and then she offers me a tour of the "homestead", or whatever the English word is. I had brought my camera, but took very few pictures. After the tour I returned and took as many pictures as my camera memory card would hold. Once the sun went down I returned to the house and chatted with  (yes, I forgot her name) until quite late. As usual, for lately,  I did all the talking about "Me" and my theories. We had an amazing time. There were no other guests this evening.
This house is a museum (of sorts) with real people living in it. It's awesome how the Universe finds these places for me.
Think It! Feel It! Live It!
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