It's that time of the year again. The Lokit are migrating south.
This time our group is a party of seven, all the usual Seagulls plus one enforcement from Jyväskylä. The bikes consist mostly of large-displacement go-insanely-fast street bikes.
The tour is planned to last for 17 or 18 days, and cover places like Austrian Dolomites, Ljubljana, lots of small East-European towns, and Novo Mesto in Slovania, where there's going to be a festival next weekend. The plans are vague, and subject to change at the slightest hint of rain or cold weather.
The afore mentioned festival is called Rock Otocec, and judging by the pictures of previous years' festivals, it consist of people swimming and wrestling in small puddles of mud, while semi-famous rock and Iron Maiden tribute bands provide the soundscape.
But that's all in the future. At the time of writing, it is midsummer eve and we're on board a ferry carrying us from Finland to continental Europe. The ship is infested with senior German citizens with their loud senior German stories and even louder senior German laughs. They spread out everywhere, block every service counter and hallway, take up every seat. They're like weed. And not the good kind.
We boarded the ship yesterday, spent a loud but rather uneventful night in the ship's bar and are now a few hours from arriving to Gdynia, Poland. The first leg of the trip is planned to be only about 250km, having us arrive in some small Polish town well in time before it gets dark.
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