9th August - Brenter

Worried by the fact that a ferry portal stated that DFDS will not carry bikes around I started riding. I overtook some cyclists, was overtaken by some and arrived the Dunkirk ferry port.

Good by EU!

We met at the waiting lines. Some of them where Germans, living in Germany and some of them in the UK.
Two of them, a father with his son, will have done tours regularly. It'll be the last tour for the father. He's getting to old he said, his son shakes him off to often, nowadays. Hope the son keeps it up.
Their bikes are pretty old and worn out. It'll probably work out for the father for some more years if he spends a little money for a better bike.
After an hour or so, we were allowed to enter the ferry to Dover.

We spend one and half hours on the ferry. It was raining and whenever I tried to have a smoke the wind beat the water into my face. It was salty, even though it was rain. *

I enjoy ferries much more than planes. Besides being able to have a smoke, you can move around and have better food. You can also drop money in their slot machines.

*I guess it's because the ship's hull was salty and the rain hit the hull.

When we were allowed to leave the ferry, the cyclists should go first, I was forced to manoeuvre my bike and the trailer through the trucks.
Without further instructions we got our kicks on a 4-lane street riding through busses, trucks and cars. Later we learned that there is a red line the cyclers should follow and this was dead risky.

Soaked by the rain and with high adrenaline levels I went to the dover train station and got myself a ticket. Two and a half hours later I arrived in:


In Brighton I had a short break to prepare and recover.