Departure day

After what turned out to be a frantic last few days, departure couldn't come any sooner. Once we had left London, that would be it in terms of packing up the flat and in gathering things to take with.
When we finally left at 8.30am on Monday morning (from the West End in London), it was quite an exciting, yet nerve-wrecking moment. The trip was actually happening and I was fully prepared in terms of planning. In terms of my mental preparation, I was pretty much there, but for the last minute or two before leaving, I felt the angst that one often does as they embark
on an adventure to the unknown. As we rode off, 200 metres later, all was fine again and I was eager to press on and get out of London. As we headed down the M20 to Dover, we found ourselves a little short on time for the 10.55am ferry, so had to pick up the pace. We made it in time (just) and the tickets that Nutt Travel had booked on our behalf (many thanks to them for providing the tickets!) were waiting there for us. After a minute or two for phone calls, it was our turn to board and then we were whisked away in what will probably be the only other time that we will not be riding under our own steam until we have to navigate around Myanmar
(Burma) in around 5 months time.