I’ll soon be on my last ferry of the trip, followed by a short hop through the UK and home. I’m not sure exactly how I feel about that. Of course, it’ll be great to come home and see everyone, but there’s also a distinct sense of anti-climax.
I think the finality of it all is starting to sink in. It’ll soon be over and it’s going to be a little hard to adjust from riding hundreds of miles every day, to not going anywhere at all! I wonder how Chip and Ken are doing?
It’s not over yet though, they say the hardest miles are the first and the last and it’s certainly true. I’ve got to remember to ride on the left now, and be extra extra careful not to crash on the last day!! I’ve known others do it through lack of concentration, as the euphoria of finishing kicks in.