On Britany Ferries from Santander – going home

Sunday 4th September 

I made it onto the ferry and parked on level 3 green stairs – I must remember that. This morning at the campsite I was offered coffee by two separate people. This made me feel more welcome than my arrival yesterday evening into what felt like an impenetrable packed crowd of Spanish all speaking too loud (that says more about me than them). I should not be surprised, but I am, by how much nervousness can influence my sense of the atmosphere in a place. But it was noisy last night on the campsite with dogs barking, thudding disco distant beats and camping neighbours talking. But I had a good strategy. After an ok pizza and beer in their cafe bar I walked on the sand in the beautiful evening and watched some families ride hired horses in circles cleverly instructing well trained horses to make smaller and smaller circles. All in the slowly goldening evening. When I did return I lay down in my tent and listened to some music I had on my phone with H’s earbuds (that I had thoughtfully brought with me). Leonard Cohen, Tom Waits and then my tracks on SoundCloud. I learned or noticed for the first time that Leonard Cohens live recordings were all about emotional and sonic crescendo with vocals (both his and his amazing backing singers) and instruments soaring to some hallelujah. Something to take to my own music though plenty of songs don’t do that big emotional thing. Kraftwerk for example. They just go on and on.

This morning I lingered on the beach then left at about 10.30. 

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was this the morning or the evening before?
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Packing up

By 11.30 I was at the ferry port and whisked through at such speed that the immigration officers had to call me back without a smile as I obliviously rode past the place where I should have showed my passport. Did I say I have decided to get a new flipping front helmet? 

Brittany Ferries Galicia - hull made in China
After passport control at Santander awaiting Brittany Ferries
Fellow travellers
Leaving beautiful Santander
Leaving Santander – a beautiful resort not just a ferry port
the sun deck
On the sun deck

We got on first, about 6 or so riding bikes all in glorious sunshine. And I was showered and changed and up on the for once really sunny sun deck 40 minutes before we left diagonally at first then we gained more speed. Santander and its long beach on a spit was stunning in the sunshine with sailing vessels of all kind across the wide water. Then I slept as the wind seemed to smash into the side of the boat where my outside cabin is. Everything seemed to rattle and vibrate. But still I managed to snatch some brief sleep. 

Brittany ferries apologised for the lack of staff to serve us our hugely expensive meal so we leant against the swaying wall in a long queue for self service. I would have enjoyed my meal and chilled wine a little more if the sea were slightly calmer. But I am back after some fresh air on my bed. 

As usual I woke in the night and instead of lying awake I read some more All Tomorrow’s Parties. Gibson is the perfect author for these trips. 

Endless corridor on Brittany Ferries Galicia
First sight of Blighty from Brittany Ferries Galicia
First sight of Blighty

What worked well on this trip: my helmet lock and disk lock. They were easy to use on supermarket and other brief visits; the bike apart from the odd clutch problem before I even left England. It was easily manoeuvrable on campsites and other spaces, it would have been fine in the ACT if I had more skills and confidence, I think it needs some device to alter the low end fuelling also discovered by some searching . I think I will purchase (though now on a closer look, I am not that sure). The tent worked fine. The Klim gear: It’s ok as it’s inconspicuous but in hot weather it is undeniably hot. It has too many pockets or rather I did not use them well and had too many things in them so I was always searching for things I thought I had lost – like my phone. The Nexx helmet and its own Bluetooth set up. It did the job but putting in the earbuds each time I start off was annoying and they pulled out when caught on something unpredictability as I moved my head to look over my shoulder. The helmet inner is getting tatty and is falling out from so many rewirings of earphones. It needs sorting properly. Needs replacing. New Sony still camera good but I didn’t use to its potential. Drip coffeemaker is fun but it took a while to get the strength right. It flows too quickly. I think it is a design fault. A porcelain or even a plastic version just has holes at the bottom. This is one big sieve. Mosko Moto gear: that’s a topic for a post of it’s own (see Previous post). At the very least I need one more dry bag in the mix. I envied the bikers and the bikes will good old hard panniers. My Xero Z-trail camping shoes: These worked well and were comfortable and took up hardly any space. Much better than the too small canvas shoes I had before. Garmin Inreach.

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Garmin EarthMate

I didn’t really need it (little surprise there). Sharing my location was slightly nice and could have been important. Camping clothes: ok and take up little space – if boring – but who cares? 

Total miles was 1,629. My GPS unfortunately deleted the first half of the tracks. Very odd.

captured by InReach – with the ACT route added

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Where will the next trip take me? And when will I take it?

On Brittany Ferries Galicia 22nd August

Notes on the Galicia going to Spain

I left home late afternoon with plenty of hours to get down to Portsmouth for a sailing due to leave at 9.30 in the evening. After working my way through south west London and then the A3, it was raining when I arrived in Portsmouth and waited in the queue to board which dampened the spirits by quite a measure.

Queuing for Brittany Ferries at Portsmouth
Not so nice

I think of all my motorcycle travels, starting fifteen years ago, I have always been blessed with a sunny evening to wait for and catch my ferry. In the queue, I met a recently retired couple riding a blue GS. They are touring Spain for four weeks – lucky them. They tell me that they have taken motorcycle trips together for 16 years. Including Morocco (they have been to the edge of the Sahara) and the Arctic circle. They used BMW Motorad tours. Hmmm. For a few minutes I wondered if I could change my approach to motorcycle travel and persuade H to travel with me, riding pillion on the back – but this thought didn’t last for long, enchanting as it was.  

How could I forget that I had a breakdown on the way down? On the A3 somewhere around Guildford. Mysteriously the clutch cable became loose. Meaning I couldn’t change gear. Luckily the traffic was moving slowly and I was already in first so I could make a gentle exit to the side of the road in gear and turn off by flipping the side stand down and make an adjustment with a spanner I seemed to have to hand. Satisfaction that I could fix something but anxiety that something was wrong and that it would happen again and be worsening beyond adjustment.  (It never did but it took a few days to gain confidence that it wouldn’t).

Boarding, riding on the boat, was the usual flutter of excitement, as it is no matter how many times I do ride onto a ferry bound for foreign climes.

Once on board and changed I had a glass of wine in the bar but retired to my cabin for my so welcome Brie sandwiches with red wine followed by date slice. (I am so glad that I had these.) Followed by bed. 

Today has been odd. Time wise. I slept soundly and woke up slowly with those strange half dreams in my mind for an hour. Half dreams where you seem to have some say in where things are going unlike proper dreams that are just deeply bizarre. I had a Brittany Ferries ‘continental’ breakfast which was scrappy but filling because I made sure I had some of everything – mostly miniature pastries and croissants – then went back to bed and dozed most of the morning. The public spaces in the boat were a little cold or rather I was poorly dressed because of the limited wardrobe I carry round as a weight-saving effort and it was dry but windy on deck. I’ve been reading William Gibson’s Idoru lying on my bed. It’s gripping which is such a welcome way to spend the time. But these books do more especially when there is a kind of void. In the real world. They draw you into their atmosphere in this case a sci-fi thriller. 

Up on deck again now at six in the early evening (the next day) – there are two nights on this journey) the sun is shining as we sail due south though we are sailing toward dark clouds. A few minutes with my face toward the warm sun. The forecast is for rain on arrival but hopefully it can be escaped by riding south which is what I plan to do. There is still the battle with the anxiety that the enjoyment of this trip will desert me. 

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Inside cabin on Galicia to Santander
An inside cabin complete with a fake window
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Brittany Ferries tickets now include compulsory meals. I’ve just had my first dinner. Nice table service and a very efficient operation as each course arrives a few minutes after you have ordered it. Not bad food. I treated myself to a half bottle of Chablis. So it seems a nice way to hike up the ticket price and ring up the till for all the alcohol people like me add to the meal.