Ride to Portsmouth

I said goodbye to Nicci on the Sunday. Was sad, but also fun because we are meeting in ten days or so once I finish riding down Spain - in Malaga.

The ride to Portsmouth was glorious. It was hot and exciting. The bike wound its way through all of the roads, making beautiful leans on the curves.

I couldn´t stop smiling. The trip has finally started! It feels like I am standing at the start of a path and I can see it wind away into the distance, and I know I have long to go, and I am happy for it.





A small hiccup occured when I stopped to say hi to my old flatmates in Windsor. When I got off I accidentally knocked the emergency cut-out. I spent a good 30 seconds freaking out when the bike wouldn´t start again. Doh.