Back into EU

It was time to leave Kiev, and this pretty awesome room I had been staying in!

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It would be a day consisting of driving, with the plan to at least go a few kilometres into Poland. I wanted to be on the right side of the border if anything would take extra time.

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Before leaving Ukraine, I went into some small random village to buy cheap spirits. The village I went into seemed to have never seen any tourists before, and some children were standing, just looking at my motorcycle, while I was shopping and packing. I found this probably really fake bottle, but I really liked the label!

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I also tried to see if I could find a good brand battery for the motorcycle, but they only had local brands wherever I went.

At the border it was the same thing again, with the officers just telling me to go past all the cars. With the panniers, it was a tight fit, but I managed! 

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They asked me about the contents in my panniers, and I just told them ”sleeping gear”, and they let me through.

In the evening I arrived in Lublin, where I found a hostel. I went out to grab a pizza with a guy from the hostel, but the part of the city we lived in and went through didn’t look all too fun.

Bad roads with those tires

The guy I went out to eat pizza with told me about a really good hostel in Warsaw. As I had one extra day, I thought I would spend it there, and try it out!

There would be a short ride to Warsaw, and I decided to try to find funnier roads. I put my GPS to choose the curviest roads, and also allowed it to choose gravel roads, as those could be fun. What could have been a two hour ride would be far longer…

It had been raining a bit before, and my tires aren’t good for mud. Not god at all. Here follows some nice pictures as proof of that!

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As you can see on the first picture, I got “stuck” in the small ditch close to the middle. Suddenly, the front tire grip on to something, and the whole thing took a small jump. No damages!

I was pretty close to do the same thing later, but instead of walls, there were slopes on the sides, which would have been hard to get up from. Scary!

After some asphalt, the GPS wanted me to turn up onto a really small road. It looked like an adventure, and I wanted to test. When the trees were increasing, the road were getting muddier, as the sun hadn’t been able to dry it up. I spent around half an hour getting up a slope being maybe 250 metres long.

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As the cooling fan had stopped working thousand of kilometres ago, it was overheating while working my way up, and I had to take a pause half way up, which gave me some sweet pictures!

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When actually getting out of all this, I took away the possibilities of gravel roads. I ate some snickers, and went on.

I had some problems finding the hostel, which were 20 metres from where I had parked. I went into it to take a look, and the first impression was really good! The name was Oki Doki hostel, and it had really cool design. I got to live in the communist room, and of course chose the left bed. 😉

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I met another girl on the hostel, who had just arrived. She was going out to explore the city, so I followed her instead of just staying at the hostel. The adventure resulted in two ice creams, some thai food and a really long bridge!

Close to the old city, there were a band of bagpipes playing. Really nice!

In the evening, I met up with the girl, some Irish, some Australians and a mix of other people in the bar. It was awesome talking to them, and we went out later in the evening. As usual, I found people to talk with on the way, and lost them after maybe 20 minutes. After some adventures I went home to sleep at half past one, as I needed to continue driving the next day. I’m really glad I got the tip about this hostel!

Driving north

I stayed in bed as long as possible, as I was not able to drive at nine o’clock. They let me check out and chill in the chill area, where I met the people from yesterday again. They were going out for food, so I hanged out with them until all of us drivers were ready to drive, and so, we split.

As the boat was going the day after, close to midnight, I had time. After getting tired, I just tried to find a cheap place to stay at. I found a hotel, which at first didn’t look too promising. The one working there were pretty scabby, playing at the slot machine and smoking indoors while her son did his homework in the restaurant. The room were fresh, though, and pretty cheap, so I stayed there. I had about 500 kilometres left, and a whole day, so I took my time to plan the route a bit, as I could spend the time on trying to drive nice roads.

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On the boat!

Not much happened this day either. I drove up the the west coast of Lithuania, and made my way into Latvia. This day my motorcycle passed 55555 km!

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I arrived four hours before the boat were supposed to leave, and had a nice dinner at a nearby restaurant I found through Trip Advisor.

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Waiting to board, I met a motorcycle guy who was going back to Norway, where he worked. He was going to cross Sweden on his Bandit the day after, and then further north in Norway.

My next destination was Nynäshamn, where I would switch ferry to go to Gotland Wednesday-Sunday!

Getting back home

After a nice week with good weather at Gotland, lots of partying and some minor adventures, it was finally time to go home.

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I had booked the late ferry at 1920, as I wanted to be sure to be ready with everything before leaving. That showed to me a mistake, as I would be home after midnight…

I managed to grab a “reserve ticket” for the earlier ferry at 1600, well worth the money. As most of my friends were traveling with that one, I didn’t have to go alone, and I also got home a lot earlier, being home at 2115. A friend of mine gave me a tip before leaving the ferry, as of which road to choose. I drove towards Eskilstuna instead of passing by Stockholm, which gave me some curvy roads, and really beautiful nature!

After a total of 5366 kilometres, I was at home again!DSC_0501.jpg