Skoll: Home, sweet home

There isn't much to tell you about the rest of my trip. Saturday was spent merrily with Johnny and Larry-Boy sitting in a park, drinking sangria and waiting for the train. On Sunday morning in Barcelona I bid farewell to the guys and planned to spend the day walking around the city. After two hours I gave up - the heat was unbearable. So I went to the airport and read the book I had taken with me (Neil Gaiman's "American Gods").

Back in Finland the first kilometers on my Triumph felt very weird. Even sitting on the bike and lifting it from the sidestand it felt increadably heavy and big. And I really had to be careful not to use throttle the same way I was used to use with the Monkey.

The trip itself turned out to be a lot more fun that I had expected. Mainly because I had expected the driving position to be something between uncomfortable and outright hellish, while in reality there was no problem at all. After 2 weeks and 3500 km the only sore muscles I got are from the previous two nights which were sent in a train and on the airport floor. Baggage capacity was also sufficient for our needs (I hade one full backpack which included a jacket, 1 litre of oil, some chain lube and tools).

Obviously the fact that I didn't make it all the way to Gibraltar is a small disappointment. But for the me the point was being on the road, not getting to our goal. We had originally planned to spend two weeks on the trip and I got two weeks of driving so it's not that bad.

A special thanks to our sponsors Motorpower in Tampere and Skyteam for provigind the bikes.

Even though the trip was fun, it was also weary, so the next one will be something easier and shorter - maybe we'll take the subway to Vuosaari or the trolley through Helsinki.

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